Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 98 What's so good about her (3)
Seeing this, Murong Qi, who was standing by the desk, winked at Zhan Feng, who immediately retreated knowingly.In the huge study room, only Murong Heng and Murong Qi were left again.

"It's so strange, it's the first time you think about me like this." His eyes were still on the pages of the book, Murong Heng seemed to move his lips carelessly, and there was not a single wave on his thin face, not at all what a human being should be. mood.

Hearing the sound, Murong Qi resentfully moved his eyes from the door to the desk, "Hehe" laughed a few times and then said: "Although I'm usually a fool, but no matter what, you are my second brother. If I don't think for you, who else can I think for?" While carefully looking at Murong Heng who was sitting at the table, while rubbing his fingers back and forth on the jade bone of the folding fan, Murong Qi smiled with white teeth, his face The expression on the face is as ugly as it is.

Stopping the movements of his hands, Murong Heng raised his eyes from the old pages of the book, looked at Murong Qi for a moment, and then slowly moved his thin lips: "In that case..."

"In that case..." Blinking his almond-like eyes, Murong Qi repeated what Murong Heng said, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"A country cannot be without a king for a day, sixth brother, if you really think about this king, I will entrust you with the full power of this country's major affairs." After saying that, Murong Heng closed the book in his hand expressionlessly, stood up and turned towards the king. Go to the door.

When passing by Murong Qi's side, he patted Murong Qi on the shoulder a few times as if on purpose, and then strode out, leaving the dull Murong Qi in place.

The afterglow of the setting sun poured down on the bustling streets of the capital. Perhaps because of the festival, lanterns of various shapes were hung on the streets and alleys.

Walking through the crowd, Huo Ruge suddenly stopped, and looked at the familiar figure directly in front of the street without blinking.

Same as her, Murong Heng also stood still and looked at her, his eyes as dark as the night were filled with dark light, and there was a faint blue halo as always.

Curving the corners of his lips, Huo Ruge walked towards Murong Heng, and at the same time, Murong Heng also opened his legs.After the two passed through many crowds and finally stood still in front of each other, Murong Heng lowered his eyes and stared at Huo Ruge for a moment, then opened his arms.

Looking briefly at the two arms in front of him, Huo Ruge didn't plunge into them, but raised his eyebrows and said, "Huo Zongyi, please let me bring you a message."

Hearing this, Murong Heng's gaze sank, he wrapped Huo Ruge into his arms self-consciously, and whispered in her ear: "Don't think that the matter of the Huo Yanzhu will be settled if you bring a message to this king for the ghost. That's all."

After hearing this, the smile on Huo Ruge's lips became even bigger. She stood on tiptoe, breathed a breath of warm air into Murong Heng's ear, and said softly: "It's in my hands, it's my stuff, how do I deal with it? It's not your turn to interject."

"Since that's the case, this king should think carefully about how to deal with you..." As he spoke, Murong Heng raised Huo Ruge's slender chin, and kissed him deeply.But at this moment, a series of "cracking" firecrackers suddenly sounded not far behind the two, followed by the thunderous sound of gongs and drums.

After breaking away from Murong Heng and following the sound, Huo Ruge saw a small arena at the end of the street, on which stood a young man holding a gong.There are two rows of lanterns hanging behind the young man, and a bright red ribbon floats under each lantern.

"What kind of holiday is there today?" Huo Ruge asked, looking back at the person in front of him.

Murong Heng, who had been forcibly interrupted by the sudden change, had an extremely gloomy expression, and responded lukewarmly: "Lantern Festival."

"It seems to be very lively, shall we go and have a look?"

Hearing the sound, Murong Heng frowned, and after a long silence, he raised his thin lips and said: "This king will accompany you."

Going through the crowd and coming to the arena, Huo Ruge saw six young women who were in their prime, standing on the stage and writing something lightly.

"What are they doing?" Huo Ruge looked curiously at the woman on the stage after nudging Murong Heng who was at the side with his elbow.

Glancing at Huo Ruge, Murong Heng pursed his lips and was about to answer when a young man on the stage holding a gong suddenly walked towards the two of them and said loudly: "As the saying goes, a talented man matches a beautiful woman. ...so special!" After seeing the scars on Huo Ruge's face clearly, a trace of surprise flashed across the young man's face, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Miss, there is such a young master who falls in love with you, the relationship between you must be incomparable, why don't you come up and pray?"

There was excessive enthusiasm in the man's voice, and the expression on his face was slightly exaggerated.Attracted by that person's high-pitched voice, everyone looked in the direction of Murong Heng and Huo Ruge. Including the six women standing on the stage, everyone saw the undisguised expression on Huo Ruge's face. Behind the hideous scars, there is a trace of regret and sigh.

As if he didn't pay attention to everyone's reaction at all, Huo Ruge jumped onto the high platform with a sweet smile.He picked up the pen on the table covered with red paper, but didn't write it immediately.But first turned around to look at the words under the lanterns, then glanced at the onlookers who suddenly became quiet under the stage, and then wrote eight big characters with a pen, and finally jumped off the stage neatly, pulling Murong Heng walked out of the crowd.

Staring blankly at the backs of the two people who were gradually walking away, the young man holding the gong came back to his senses after a long while.He walked to the table, looked at the eight big characters on the red paper, showed a puzzled expression again, and muttered to himself: "If you don't lift it, it will be sunny..."

Being dragged forward by Huo Ruge, they didn't stop until they reached the huge vermilion iron gate of Prince Jing's mansion.

"What did you write?" Frowning lightly, Murong Heng looked at Huo Ruge's back, and squirmed his thin lips.

"Secret." He replied without turning his head, Huo Ruge let go of his hand, stood still on the spot, slightly narrowed his beautiful eyes that were as bright as stars.

Without further questioning, Murong Heng only focused on her back, as if waiting for something.

After a brief silence, Huo Ruge turned to look at him, stretched out his hand and pulled out the copper hairpin that had no agate on the back of his head, put it in Murong Heng's hand, and said, "I owe you this favor."

Holding Huo Ruge's hand in his palm, Murong Heng grabbed her, not giving her a chance to escape from him.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, and after a long while, he slowly said, "I'm afraid you can't pay back this favor." As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms forcefully, lifted her chin with his fingers, and looked at her. There was a touch of deep blue in her deep eyes, coquettish and deep.

Seeing the faint blue halo rising from Murong Heng's eyes, Huo Ruge opened his lips, but he couldn't utter a word after all.It wasn't until Murong Heng grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into his arms that she suddenly realized that in the end, it was not only herself who was deeply involved, but also Murong Heng.

(End of this chapter)