Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 107 Suspended Death
And the first person she would think of was also not herself.

She will not love him.

One night is very short, so short that the few people who have their own concerns have no time to straighten out their thoughts.

When Huo Ruge woke up on Murong Heng's chest, the sky was already bright.Rubbing her slightly stiff neck, just when she straightened up from Murong Heng's chest, she was suddenly pushed back to the original position by the latter.

"So, can I understand that you've woken up a long time ago?" Huo Ruge said dryly, lying on Murong Heng's chest.

"I've been looking at you all the time..."

His tone was extremely gentle, like a warm ancient jade under the sea, exuding a natural magnetism.

"Sweet words...Murong Heng, could it be that you did something to offend me?" Raising his head from Murong Heng's chest, Huo Ruge narrowed his eyes to stare at him, but he suddenly pecked lightly on his cherry lips.

"This king is just curious, why you still live so carefree despite having scars on your face. You are probably the first woman who doesn't care about her appearance."

"If you can get rid of the scar just by thinking about it, then I'd like to think about it. It's tantamount to self-abuse to waste so much thought and energy on things that don't help. It's a pity that in this world , I love myself the most, so I'm not interested in such things as self-torture." After speaking in one breath, Huo Ruge straightened up and looked down at Murong Heng who was below him, and the latter was also looking at her.

Silence is like a blob of thick black ink falling into cold water, suspended in the water for a long time without drifting away.

Suddenly, Murong Heng's protruding Adam's apple flipped up and down, and the gaze that looked at Huo Ruge suddenly became scorching hot.

"We're almost there, aren't we?" Forcibly changing the subject as if he had suddenly noticed something, Huo Ruge looked away from him, but his soft waist was still firmly imprisoned by his big palm.

"Huo Ruge, if this king..." Just as Murong Heng's voice suddenly became hoarse, there was a sudden slight jolt of the ship, which immediately interrupted his words.

"We have arrived……"

"Huo Ruge!" Murong Heng roared, with a trace of eagerness.

"Murong Heng, don't say it." Qing shouted to stop the person below him from continuing to speak, Huo Ruge looked at him steadfastly, a slight gleam appeared in his clear eyes.

There was a carriage not far from the ferry, and the person standing in front of the carriage was none other than Feng Xuanji and her tall personal guard Xiao Lin.

Standing in front of the carriage with her hands behind her back, Feng Xuanji, who was wearing a moon-white double-breasted gown, was still elegant and suave, with outstanding demeanor, and her slender features exuded a natural coquettishness from the inside out, charming but not vulgar.

The four stood still in front of the carriage, he took a step forward and came in front of Murong Heng and Huo Ruge, clasped his fists slightly, and saluted, "This son has been waiting for the prince here for a long time."

Hearing this, Murong Heng paused slightly, turned his body slightly towards Feng Xuanji, then raised a smile that was not a smile, and said a barely audible "Oh?"

Hearing his intentionally or unintentionally raised tone, Feng Xuanji's expression remained the same, and she answered Murong Heng's rather meaningful question without any hesitation: "Everyone is tired, why don't you let me go?" I will take you to rest?"

"That's very good." Before Feng Xuanji could finish her sentence, Murong Heng immediately agreed.

After listening, Feng Xuanji paused, without saying anything else, simply said: "Please get in the car."

Following his arm, he glanced at the extremely plain-looking carriage, Murong Heng lifted the hem of his robe, and stepped on it.Then he turned around and reached out his hand to Huo Ruge under the car.

Looking slightly up at the big hand stretched out towards him, Huo Ruge pursed his lips, then stretched out his hand to hold it.

Her seemingly indifferent eyes glanced over the two of them, Feng Xuanji still had an elegant and composed smile, and her demeanor-like demeanor could be seen from her handsome and slender appearance.

The carriage was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that apart from the sound of the rolling ruts, there was only the imperceptible breathing of everyone.

Huo Ruge intentionally fixed his sight outside the window, and looked at the gray-green landscapes that were rapidly passing backwards, thinking like a tide.

From the first moment she saw Feng Xuanji, she seemed to understand something.

The direction of the development of the facts seems to be somewhat different from what she expected, or in other words, although she noticed the unusual relationship between Murong Heng and Feng Xuanji, she did not realize that the development of the facts had reached a state that she could not predict .

Or, from the very beginning, she had already guessed wrong.

It's not that Tianqi Kingdom has any use value for Feng Xuanji, but that the visit of Feng Xuanji, the heir son of Prince Liang, has a driving effect on the coup itself.

If her guess is correct, then Murong Heng is the one behind all this.

Behind the scenes...

While he was thinking, the carriage paused slightly, bringing Huo Ruge's thoughts back to reality.

"My concubine, we're here."

Murong Heng's low but smiling tone reached his ear, like a feather falling across his heart, carrying an intoxicating heat.

Looking into his deep black eyes following the sound, Huo Ruge held his hand again, followed by him and jumped off the carriage, but was a little stunned when he saw the huge gold-plated plaque in front of him.

"Panlong Mountain Villa?" Liu Mei frowned slightly, Huo Ruge squinted his beautiful eyes and looked at the majestic characters piercing through the back of the paper. pain word.

Withdrawing his gaze and looking around, Huo Ruge found that, except for Yun Zhongque, the rest of the people did not show any inappropriate expressions.

A trace of self-mockery suddenly appeared in my heart, but it disappeared quickly.Huo Ruge looked at Murong Heng with a normal expression, and the latter also looked at her at the same time, then suddenly leaned forward, exhaled warm breath in her ear, and said, "I'll explain to you after I go in."

Just before Murong Heng finished speaking, a petite figure seemed to break into her line of sight, and accompanied by that figure, there was a crying voice: "Miss!"

"Ning'er?" Staring at the little maid in front of her in a daze, Huo Ruge squeezed out two words from between her lips and teeth, and her gaze at the person in front of her also became difficult, as if trying to recall something, It seemed to be trying to get rid of something.

"Miss! It's Ning'er, Ning'er is not dead!" She threw herself into Huo Ruge's bed, and the little maid immediately burst into tears.

"Murong Heng, after you go in, give me a reasonable explanation." Patting Ning'er's back where she could clearly feel her spine, Huo Ruge looked at Murong Heng, and then walked forward with both legs.

Standing in the same place, Murong Heng looked at Huo Ruge's back, pursed his thin lips imperceptibly, and then followed her across the vermilion threshold.

(End of this chapter)