The concubine is often fierce, the prince is too difficult to deal with

Chapter 241 That Wasn't a Dream 1
As if, he wanted to try to see if that face was real or illusory.

Seeing that Han Youran's hand was about to touch Qin Muge's face, suddenly a strong internal force came from behind and went straight to Han Youran's arm.

It was too late for everyone to recover, but only Han Youran reacted first.

As soon as he stepped back, he subconsciously held Qin Muge in his arms, and the two of them rolled towards the bed.

The internal force of the palm that came in the air flew into the air, and hit the low table beside it.

In an instant, the low table suddenly fell apart and fell to the ground.

"My lord, are you awake?"

Hua Wuyang's terrified and joyful screams suddenly broke out in this empty room.

Han Youran and Qin Muge were also taken aback, subconsciously turned their heads and looked towards the door.

I saw a tall figure standing beside the huge wooden door.

Because the sun was behind his back, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

But the frightening cold aura emanating from his body seemed to come from hell.

And that palm just now carried [-]% strength, and it was icy cold.

If Han Youran hadn't been able to hide quickly, I'm afraid he would have died here.

Looking at the flickering figure, Qin Muge was stunned for a moment.

She blinked her eyes vigorously, not knowing whether he was Su Yu or Rong Jing.

But at this moment, that figure moved and strode towards the house...

Qin Muge suddenly held his breath, and looked at the man with trembling eyes.

Black eyes, black hair, red lips, peach blossom eyes...

It's Rongjing!
It's her brother Jing!

Her brother Jing is finally back!

Does this mean that the dream I had last night was totally fake?

She knew that Brother Jing would never deceive her.

However, before she had time to stand up, Rong Jing had already walked to the bed.

Those peach blossom eyes are not as enchanting as before, but a bit more chilling and cold.

The thin lips parted lightly, and the words that came out were without any emotion at all.

"It seems that North Korea didn't suffer enough in the first battle."

Everyone was taken aback, as if they didn't quite understand the meaning of Rong Jing's words.

Rong Jing's cold eyes glanced over Qin Muge's body, "How long are you going to hug like this?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Muge jumped up from the bed almost reflexively.

She knows Rongjing's temper best.

Seeing myself and Han Youran hugging each other like this, it is natural to be angry.

Han Youran didn't stop her, but let go of her hands very cooperatively, allowing Qin Muge to get up.

However, when she wanted to go to Rongjing's side, she grabbed her wrist.

Qin Muge turned around in astonishment, and looked at Han Youran in puzzlement.

I saw that Han Youran's eyes were slightly cold, and when he looked at Rongjing, he seemed to be on guard.

Qin Muge was very puzzled, but when she glanced at Hua Wuyang and Baling, she found that they were also looking at Rongjing with strange eyes.

"What exactly is going on?"

Qin Muge was puzzled and looked at Han Youran.

"What's going on?" Rong Jing's eyes flickered, he stepped forward and grabbed Qin Muge's wrist, turned around and took her out of the door.

His strength was so strong that he pulled Qin Muge staggered.

It was hard to stabilize his body, but before he had time to stand still, he stumbled and followed Rongjing.

When Rongjing pulled Qin Muge out of the gate, what he saw in front of him made Qin Muge's eyes suddenly widen.

She almost murmured to herself in disbelief, "How could it be, it's impossible..."

Rong Jing's deep eyes flashed across Qin Muge, and he raised his big hand, pulling her slender body into his arms.

The big hands grabbed Qin Muge's jaw, but this time, he was not as sympathetic as before.

The strength in that hand was very strong, and within a moment, Qin Muge's pretty face was pinched red.

"Don't you want to know what's going on? Then open your eyes and take a good look."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Muge almost forgot the pain caused by Rongjing's rudeness, but kept murmuring, "How is it possible, not..."

It turned out that they were located on the top floor of a three-story loft in the highlands of Jinling City.

Standing on the promenade on the third floor, you can overlook the scenery of the entire Jinling city.

It's just that at this moment, what appeared in front of her was not a bustling street market full of people.

Instead, there are raging floods and devastation.

Today, the entire Jinling is submerged by floods, and apart from the occasional sharp rise of a few taller houses, there is almost no living thing to be seen.

"Brother Jing, I..."

Qin Muge raised his head violently, and bumped into Rongjing's deep eyes.

It's just that this time, she didn't see the desperate tenderness, but only the almost empty anger.

This is not the Rongjing she knows.

However, judging from his appearance and behavior, it is indeed Rongjing, right?

"My lord, let go quickly, Xiao Mumu's face is flushed."

Hua Wuyang seems to have never seen such a scene.

At least, the Rongjing he knew would only hold Qin Muge in his palm for fear of losing it, and hold it in his mouth for fear of melting.

When did you treat him so mercilessly?

Baling also rushed forward anxiously, "My lord, the matter of the flood gate was not done well at the end, so you can't blame the princess!"

Looking at Baling with anxious face, and Hua Wuyang with anxious face, Rongjing finally let go of his hand.

The mandible that he was supposed to choke on was already red and swollen.

As soon as he let go of his hand on one side, Qin Muge's body on the other side went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Rong Jing nodded slightly, his eyes were calm without any ripple.

The rage seemed to be swallowed up by the deep eyes at this very moment.

At this time, Rong Jing was condescending, looking down at Qin Muge with a kingly attitude, with a serious tone.

"Qin Muge, good job."

After saying this, Rong Jing turned around neatly, almost without looking back, pointing towards his feet, and jumped onto the railing on the third floor.

The raised purple hem, under the agitation of the wind, rolled up purple waves.

"My lord...where are you going, why are you going?"

Hua Wuyang screamed, trying to catch up in a hurry.

Rong Jing paused on his toes, his handsome face turned slightly, and the coldness flowed naturally.

The coquettish red lips parted slightly, and spit out two words.

"Aftermath."

After saying this, the cold and distant eyes swept over Qin Muge who was at the side, and moved away almost without stopping.

In the next moment, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from Qin Muge's sight.

"Rongjing!"

Qin Muge stumbled onto the railing, only to realize that Rong Jing's figure had jumped 20 meters away.

Hua Wuyang and Baling also quickly rushed to the edge of the railing.

The two looked at Qin Muge in embarrassment, and then looked at Rongjing who had gone away.

Gritting their teeth in the end, both of them jumped and chased in the direction of Rongjing.

Qin Muge doesn't know water skills, and he doesn't know how to do it lightly.

For a moment, he could only let himself lean on the railing to support his body, watching Rongjing go further and further away, and finally disappeared.

"Rongjing, Rongjing..."

"Stop shouting, he can't hear you!"

Han Qingyan looked at the hysterical Qin Muge, and felt a little uncomfortable.

She frowned deliberately, took two steps towards her, and handed the tea quilt to her hand.

However, Han Qingyan's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down from the top of Qin Muge's head, which also made her wake up.

Qin Muge was taken aback for a moment, then got up in the next moment, and walked quickly towards the house.

It wasn't until she walked in front of Han Youran that her steps stopped.

"Youran, what's going on?"

From the time she just woke up, she noticed that they were strange.

When I mentioned Rongjing, whether it was Hua Wuyang, Baling, or even Han Youran, there was a change in the face.

When she saw Rongjing just now, she was a little confused by the ecstasy that filled her heart.

At this moment she came back to her senses:

Rongjing seems to be a little different from before.

It's obviously the same person, but whether it's eyes or breath, they are completely different.

By the way, there is also aroma.

It stands to reason that Rong Jing's body will have a faint fragrance of ambergris.

But when he hugged him just now, he only smelled a faint scent of pine and bamboo, and there was no smell of ambergris at all.

Han Youran slowly raised her eyes, and could find that Qin Muge's voice was trembling slightly.

Look at that pretty face again...

Rong Jing's rude movements left two slightly swollen fingerprints on the lower jaw.

Those jewel-like black eyes were filled with frightened tears, filled with panic and helplessness.

But even so, her pretty face still managed to maintain that strong and unyielding, as well as deliberate calmness.

With such stubbornness, Han Youran couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

He spoke lightly.

"Yesterday when we found the Bieyuan that Zitong mentioned, you passed out and fell to the ground..."

That's right, when Han Youran and Hua Wuyang arrived at Jin Wushuang's other garden, they found Qin Muge lying at the door.

And the area a few meters below her feet was already scorched black.

The weeds on the ground seemed to have been burned by a fire suddenly, leaving only ashes and ashes.

Not far from her, there was another person lying on the ground covered in blood.

Hua Wuyang jumped forward almost out of conditioned reflex.

According to his judgment, that person must be Rong Jing.

According to Rong Jing's internal martial arts strength, there is almost no one in the entire universe who can hurt him like this.

But now, it just happened...

When Han Youran hugged Qin Muge, Hua Wuyang had already rushed to Rongjing's side, and stretched out his hand to straighten his body...

"Rongjing him..."

When Qin Muge heard this, he subconsciously spoke up.

Han Youran's voice paused, and her clear and distant eyes paused on Qin Muge.

It seemed to be asking her why she had such a sudden reaction.

On the contrary, Qin Muge's expression froze, and he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure.

She lowered her eyes slightly, suppressing the strangeness inside.

Nodding slightly, he whispered, "You said..."

Han Youran glanced at Qin Muge thoughtfully, and continued:
"Later, Hua Wuyang found that the prince was lying on the ground covered in blood, his face was pale; when I passed by, I could barely detect a pulse."

Even now that he knew that there was nothing serious about Rong Jing, Qin Muge still couldn't help but feel a sudden pain in his heart when he heard Han Youran say that.

(End of this chapter)