Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 72
It seems that there are quite a few people coveting his Prince Jing's mansion.

He took the initiative to invite the poisonous scorpion protector to be Huo Ruge's personal bodyguard, on the one hand to test the relationship between the prince and Panlong Villa, and on the other hand to take advantage of his strength as a matter of course.Facts have proved that the scorpion protector did not disappoint him.Although it is not yet possible to determine the object of the allegiance of Panlong Villa, at least, the information from Anbu last night made him certain.That is, Wuzhou Crouching Tiger Pavilion, Panlong Villa's sworn enemy, has arrived in the capital.

The time between this and Liang Wang's son has to make people wonder whether Feng Xuanji also got a foot in the battle for the Fire Flame Pearl.Or, it was false that he borrowed troops, but it was true that he snatched the Fire Flame Orb.

With a flash of thought in his mind, a blush appeared on Murong Heng's thin red lips, and then faded away quickly.

He continued to lift up his black brocade boots and walked forward. In front of him, a poisonous scorpion guardian in dark blue clothes was walking towards him.

"I have met the prince." With a brisk tone, he slightly clasped his fists and bowed to Murong Heng. The bronzed handsome face of the poisonous scorpion was covered by the too long bangs on his forehead, and only one bright amber eye could be seen. .

After giving a little salute, the poisonous scorpion straightened his back straight again, and passed by Murong Heng's direction.

Staring at Poison Scorpion's slightly sloppy back for a moment, then looking away, Murong Heng moved his thin lips: "This king has ordered someone to prepare 5000 taels of silver."

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness." Without stopping to move forward, the poisonous scorpion simply waved its arms with its back to Murong Heng, then turned to the left, and walked out of Murong Heng's sight.

Looking at the corner where Poison Scorpion turned, Zhan Feng pursed his resolute lips, and sighed uncontrollably in his heart: Poison Scorpion's personality is really similar to that of the princess...

In Guangxiu Palace, Liang Wangshizi Feng Xuanji was sitting in an exquisite and small pavilion. The person sitting opposite him was none other than Murong Mingyue, the only daughter of the emperor of Tianqi Kingdom, the ninth princess.

This pavilion protrudes outward from the bluestone corridor, extending to the center of the lotus pond, surrounded by water.Since it is not the time for the lotus to bloom, we can only see the green lotus leaves everywhere and the green buds that are about to bloom.But if this is the case, it is enough to make people marvel at it.

The solid wood plaque hanging at the entrance of the pavilion is engraved with three large characters "Wangxiang Pavilion". The font on the plaque is different from other places. It is mostly a place for the women in the palace to relax.

"I don't know why the princess invited my son to come here?" A neutral voice sounded slowly, and Feng Xuanji spoke with her slender and fair fingers, touching the cloisonné enamel teacup in front of her that echoed the royal blue and bright yellow , but his gaze stayed on the refreshing green lotus leaf, and he didn't move half an inch towards Princess Mingyue opposite.

A trace of obvious displeasure flashed across her clear eyebrows, Murong Mingyue pursed her red lips, and tilted her head towards the maid next to her.Then he covered the unfolded sandalwood fan in front of his face, and said, "His Royal Highness came from a long way, I'm afraid you haven't tasted the perilla fragrance from my Tianqi Kingdom, Chan'er."

"Your Highness, the princess, invited this son to come, isn't it as simple as just to taste the cakes?" With a smile on her lips, Feng Xuanji turned to Murong Mingyue, her pair of translucent black eyes seemed to be able to shine into people's hearts all the time. His eyes trembled.

As if realizing her gaffe, Murong Mingyue slowly closed the sandalwood fan, looked around, and the maids and eunuchs who were serving around immediately backed away.Seeing this, Feng Xuanji also cooperatively winked at Xiao Lin who was behind her.Soon, only Murong Mingyue and Feng Xuanji were left in Wangxiang Pavilion.

"My princess knows that your coming here is not as simple as borrowing soldiers from me..." Murong Mingyue's voice was extremely soft, as if weightless feathers were hovering around her ears.Her speaking speed is also very slow, although she does not have the tenderness of a rich man, but she does not contain the gentleness of a folk woman.Yes, it's just a kind of solemnity and maturity that doesn't match his age, as if he knows it well.

"Oh?" Raising two sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into her temples, Feng Xuanji only uttered a word lightly from her thin, pale lotus-colored lips, with almost imperceptible interest.

"Your Highness, there are no outsiders here. It's just you and me, we can open the skylight and speak clearly." Maintaining the same tone, Murong Mingyue's glazed eyes looked at Feng Xuanji's heroic pair without blinking. But the man has evil black eyes, slowly playing with the tassel made of gold tied to the end of the sandalwood fan with one hand, looking confident.

Glancing at Murong Mingyue, Feng Xuanji's slender fingers moved slightly, and picked up the cloisonné enamel cup in front of her, first put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it lightly, then pressed her thin lips against the cold edge of the cup .

"Biluochun after the rain, good tea. Brewed with cold spring water from Gushan Mountain, it is bitter but not astringent. Noble and graceful color.

"His Royal Highness, the princess did not invite you to drink tea." She frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed across Murong Mingyue's black and white eyes.

Hearing the sound, Feng Xuanji's deep gaze crossed the edge of the teacup and shot directly at Murong Mingyue opposite, a barely visible clearness emerged from her thick black eyes.

"I'm sorry, this son has an appointment, please forgive me, Your Highness the Princess." After speaking, Feng Xuanji stood up, shook the moon-white straight-fronted robe, and walked out of the Wangxiang Pavilion without hesitation.

"Wait a minute, this princess won't treat you badly, so why do you insist on going your own way?" Immediately afterwards, Murong Mingyue stood up, narrowing her glazed almond eyes, and her tone became a little hurried.

After listening, Feng Xuanji's footsteps paused, and then let out a series of clear laughter, then she turned to look at Murong Mingyue, raised her eyebrows and said: "Differences in Taoism do not conspire with each other."

After finishing speaking, he strode forward with long legs, as if he had never seen the shock and anger in Murong Mingyue's eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets.

It wasn't until he walked out of Guangxiu Palace that Xiao Lin's cold tone came from behind: "Master..."

"Today's weather is good, Xiao Lin, since you and I, master and servant, seem to have not fully experienced the customs and customs here since we arrived in Tianqi Kingdom." Standing on the same spot with hands behind their backs, Feng Xuanji raised her chin slightly, and The golden glazed tiles on the top of the head look up.As he said that, he turned around suddenly, looked at Xiao Lin with cold eyes, then smiled with his lips curled up, and continued: "Relax, this is the palace, it's no different than the outside..."

Feng Xuanji's tone became more and more verbose, gradually becoming similar to her deep and clear eyes.

(End of this chapter)