Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 27

Cold sweat slowly slipped down her back. Even though it was late spring and early summer, the air in this room still made her feel chilly all over her body, making her heart beat faster and faster.

"Go down." Said in a neutral tone, Murong Heng stood up and looked somewhere outside the window, as if he hadn't noticed that the rouge and gouache on the bustard's face were changing due to the cold sweat that oozed from her forehead. It's sticky.

Responding obediently, the terrified old bustard quickly retreated from the private room, not daring to hesitate at all, as if he was afraid that his slowness would become a death talisman on Huangquan Road!
The sound of closing the door came from behind the ears, and after a moment's pause, Murong Heng turned around slowly, his eyes fell on the delicate turquoise porcelain cup, and then he raised his eyes to look at the expressionless Zhan Feng.

"What can be found?"

"Returning to Master, the identity of the princess is not suspicious, but it is quite strange." Zhan Feng's voice was cold and deep, different from Murong Heng's non-human fireworks, he seemed to be a person without any emotions at all, or , nothing can cause the slightest mood swing on him.

Hearing this, Murong Heng didn't give any response, not even moving his eyebrows.It's just that the slender and long index finger with well-proportioned joints is rubbing against the suet white jade finger. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see his subtle movements.

"It is rumored that the princess accidentally fell into the water and died the day before yesterday, but she was revived on the day of the funeral and crawled out of the coffin. Since then, her temperament has changed a lot..." Speaking of this, Zhan Feng's expressionless and rigid face slightly changed The change seems to be hesitating.

Lazily raising her thin, almost transparent eyelids, Murong Heng glanced at Zhan Feng who suddenly fell silent, and slightly parted her thin lips: "Continue."

"There are rumors in the Duke's Mansion that the princess is a ghost." Zhan Feng spoke extremely fast, as if he wanted to blur the word "ghost upper body", but his painstaking efforts were basically in vain for Murong Heng .

Who is Murong Heng? He is a vicious, moody and unparalleled prince, who is unparalleled in dominance and arrogance.He never worships gods, let alone believe in ghosts and gods.In other words, he never paid attention to those so-called monsters.It's just that Huo Ruge's existence has always been a thorn in his side.After all, in this world, even the emperor can't do anything to him, let alone a woman!He is a person who wants to firmly control everything, but Huo Ruge is just such a person who is full of mysteries.It was like challenging his authority and making his blood stagnate.

On the one hand, Murong Heng has expectations for Huo Ruge, looking forward to the surprises she will bring to him; on the other hand, Murong Heng is dissatisfied with her existence that is out of his control.If you can't use it for yourself, then you should get rid of her when she is fledgling, so as to avoid future troubles.

The coexistence of these two emotions made him feel conflicted and irritated.

Looking at Murong Heng's evil, charming and wild face slowly showing a faint smile, like red plums blooming layer by layer in the snow in the severe winter, there are only a few of them, His demeanor and arrogance are undiminished!
Zhan Feng was fascinated by his charming and evil facial features, but he was only stunned for a moment before returning to normal.Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, and said again: "Master, Prince Liang's son has arrived in the capital yesterday."

"He just came. His father and the other princes care about him, and he has nothing to do with this king." Shrugging, Murong Heng's tone was neither strong nor weak, and there was no trace of expression on his charming and wild face, as if Really indifferent to it.

After saying that, Murong Heng got up from the round pear wood stool, lightly shaking the hem of his black robe.

Seeing this, Zhan Feng, who had been by his side since he was a child, naturally knew that this moody, licentious and innocent unparalleled prince had no intention of staying any longer.

He quickly stepped forward to open the door for him, and at the moment when the two wooden doors were separated, Zhanfeng suddenly smelled a very familiar scent of powder, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it for a while.

As if he hadn't noticed the thoughtful look on the bodyguard's face at all, Murong Heng raised the corner of his eyes and called out: "What are you doing?"

Suddenly awakened by Murong Heng's indifferent but indifferent voice, Zhan Feng almost quickly lifted up his black cloth boots and followed.

Murong Heng walked very neatly, without any sloppiness.In fact, he guessed right, the son of Liang Wang came to Beijing, and indeed the emperor and his princes took care of him, but now, the son of Liang Wang came, but he did not enter the city, but stayed in the capital of Tianqi Kingdom. Three hundred miles away in Phoenix Villa.

Seeing Prince Jing Murong Heng and his personal bodyguard Zhan Feng gradually disappearing from sight, the heart of Feichun Pavilion old bustard slowly let go of her throat.

Although she knew all the information in Prince Jing's mansion from the prince down to the fire boy, this was the first time that they had confronted each other head-on.She thought she had obtained enough information, but she still missed Zhanfeng's strength.Perhaps it was a woman's intuition. She always felt that Prince Jing's personal bodyguard, Zhan Feng, was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, or in other words, not as simple as the information obtained.

His presence made her feel terrified, unlike Murong Heng's innate noble aura, he made her feel more like a beast.

With a flash of thought in his mind, the old bustard held his breath, then took out a gold hairpin from his brightly colored sleeve, and inserted it into his bun.

In the alley on the lower side of Feichun Pavilion, Huo Ruge, who watched Murong Heng go away, heaved a sigh of relief.Behind her, someone let out a snorting and contemptuous snort.

Squinting his eyes, Huo Ruge squinted at Yun Zhongque, who folded his arms and looked displeased, and said flatly, "An outdated little house sparrow has no right to despise this lady."

"Cut, women just make excuses!" Shrugging, Yun Zhongque retorted disapprovingly, and suddenly, at this moment, his golden eyes froze, and he covered Huo Ruge's mouth like lightning, After a long while, he slowly let go.

Not getting angry because of Yun Zhongque's rude and unexpected actions, Huo Ruge saw very clearly what happened just now.

Suddenly, as if realizing that his hand hadn't been taken away from Huo Ruge's body, Yun Zhong Que pushed her away violently, and at the same time showed a rather disgusted expression.

"Stinky bastard, you smell as bad as those stinky cats!" After saying that, he jumped onto the high roof.

Looking up at the gloomy Yun Zhongque, Huo Ruge suddenly burst into a smile.

This little house sparrow really has a bad temper, but she is relieved to have such a powerful beast by her side.At least, in a short period of time, this fiery golden-horned sparrow can't do anything to her.It's just that now, what makes her care is not Yun Zhongque, but the breath of death just now that chills the chills from the hair to the bone marrow.She knew very well that ordinary ghosts and ghosts never had that kind of aura, but the guy who can make the arrogant Yun Zhongque extremely jealous must be a troublesome existence!

(End of this chapter)