Fengming the world: The cold princess is too enchanting

Chapter 30
The face of the person in his arms was pale, and it seemed that he had suffered some pain. Damn it, his woman was bullied like this!
"If Brother Huang has nothing else to do, I will leave first."

"Back off." Mu Jingyu waved his hand and said nothing more.

Mu Ziyuan turned his back to Mu Jingyu, so he didn't see the playfulness flashing in Mu Jingyu's eyes, and Mu Jingyu didn't see the murderous look in Mu Ziyuan's eyes.

Seeing Mu Ziyuan's back gradually receding, the teacup in Mu Jingyu's hand was smashed down, and there was a hint of ambiguity on his face.

Muzi outside the palace gate was standing beside the carriage, his eyelids were twitching all the time, always feeling that something big was going to happen, seeing his prince come out, he felt relieved at last, but when he saw his prince in his arms When hugging someone, his heart was instantly lifted to his throat.

If others don't know, doesn't he know?What his prince cares about most is this inexplicable princess. Now, if he is made like this, his prince will definitely explode!

Without even thinking about it, Muzi hurriedly went up to meet him, stretching out his hands, ready to pick him up: "My lord, let me come."

"No need." The two words were understated, but there was a suppressed anger in his tone no matter how he heard it.

Passing over Muzi, Mu Ziyuan carried Chu Yinge directly into the carriage.

With some embarrassment, Muzi withdrew his hand, followed closely behind Mu Ziyuan, came to the carriage, and asked respectfully, "My lord, do you want to go directly to the mansion? Or go to the prime minister's mansion?"

"Go home."

"But Wangfei..." Muzi hesitated, although Chu Yinge is now the emperor's appointed queen concubine, after all, the two of them are not married yet, if it spreads, it may damage the reputation of the seventh princess.

"Don't understand the words?" The impatient tone made Muzi cold.

The prince of his family is well aware that there are very few times when emotions are leaked, and the tone of his speech just now was only when he knew that Concubine Hui was killed.

This time, Muzi was more sure of the importance of this princess who had never met before in the heart of his prince.

Without asking any more questions, Muzi jumped into the carriage, turned around, and galloped towards the Wangfu.

On the side of the palace wall, among the trees, a slender figure slowly came out, it was the green bamboo under Chu Yanran's hand.

She was still thinking about how to ruin Chu Yinge's reputation, but she didn't expect the opportunity to come. She went to the palace so openly and aboveboard without getting married. It would be fine if she came back tonight, but if she didn't come, she might not be able to keep her reputation .

However, looking at the situation, he definitely won't be coming back tonight.

Chu Yinge, after all the tricks are exhausted, you still have today!
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Seven Princes' Mansion, You Bamboo Garden.

Muzi stood outside the door, looked up at the eaves, blinked, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

After the prince of his family brought the concubine back, he never came out of this room again, and no one else was allowed to enter, even him. You must know that he is the closest person to the prince!
Thinking of this, Muzi felt uncomfortable for a while.

He didn't have any comments on the candidate for the princess, but did his prince make too much of a fuss?
In the room, Mu Ziyuan sat by the bed, looking at the person on the bed, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and the atmosphere in the room was also a little delicate.

He reached out to lift the messy hair on Chu Yinge's forehead, took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the fine beads of sweat on Chu Yinge's forehead, and finally sighed helplessly.

Ever since he knew the truth about his concubine's death, he has seldom cared so much about one thing or one person.

All he thought about was revenge, but now, it seemed that he was about to fall into someone's hands.

"hiss!"

A painful sound forced Mu Ziyuan to withdraw his attention, Chu Yinge frowned tightly, his complexion became paler and paler.

Slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Mu Ziyuan in front of him, before he could say a word, he fell asleep again.

Looking at the person who just woke up and passed out, Mu Ziyuan let out a long breath, his eyes were full of desolation.

Get up from the bed, find the medicine box, and take out a bottle of good golden sore medicine from it. This golden sore medicine is an exclusive secret recipe, and you can't find a second bottle in the whole world.

When he came to the bedside, Mu Ziyuan gently turned the person on the bed over. All the scars were on his back, and he was already pressing on the wound while lying down, so it's no wonder he felt uncomfortable.

Picking up the scissors placed beside the bed, an unnatural look flashed across Mu Ziyuan's face. Although he had already determined that the person on the bed was his woman, it was a bit embarrassing after all that she was not a human being.

But if this kind of thing is entrusted to others, he will never allow it. His woman will never let others covet her, and she will never let others touch her.

Gently cut off Chu Yinge's clothes, blood had already permeated on them, the whole clothes were covered with flesh, and it was inevitable that the wounds would be touched when the clothes were pulled.

Chu Yinge lay on the bed with her mouth tightly shut, as if she was conscious or unconscious.

Severe wounds appeared on the smooth and fair back, and some places were already bloody. Mu Ziyuan has also walked in the rivers and lakes and has escaped from death many times. It should be common for wounds.

But when I saw this scene, I still couldn't help frowning, feeling distressed for a while.

This woman really knows how to bear it to death. If it were someone else, she would have died long ago. She doesn't have the demeanor of Miss Qianjin at all.

Miss Chu Jiajiu, he might have to re-examine this identity.

No matter how unfavored the daughter of the prime minister's family is, she is much better than the women of ordinary families. However, the person lying on the bed now does not have the demeanor of a lady at all, but only the air of a king.

That's right, it's the air of a king, and this is what confuses him the most.

How can a woman who has lived in a deep boudoir have the air of a king?

"When you wake up, it's best to be able to explain."

Mu Ziyuan shook his head, and didn't say anything else, he was still in a coma, even if he wanted to blame something, he would wait until he woke up.

After taking the golden sore medicine, Mu Ziyuan concentrated on his expression and began to apply the medicine to Chu Yinge.

The place where the medicine was rubbed on the wound was not as comfortable as Chu Yinge, but it irritated the wound and caused more and more pain.

Couldn't help but groaned, Chu Yinge tightly grasped the bed sheet, fine beads of sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

Seeing the reaction of the person on the bed, Mu Ziyuan couldn't help complaining: "I told you to be brave, this time I'll teach you a lesson." Even though he said so, the movements of Mu Ziyuan's hands were not the same. Consciously, it is much lighter.

It was so gentle, as if it was facing one's most cherished item.

(End of this chapter)