Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

I was thinking about things, when I suddenly heard a heavy noise from the window lattice. Then the carved window was vigorously pushed open outside, and an agile figure jumped into the sky from the window.

When he saw the visitor clearly, Meng Duoduo burst out: "second prince!"

Yes, when she broke through the window, it was xuanyuanrui, the second prince of the state of Chen, who suddenly appeared in front of her.

He was wearing a black jacket, his hair and clothes had been wet by the rain, and the whole person was covered with an obvious chill, looking melancholy and indifferent.

"Don't call me the second prince, where is mu Xichen?" he stared at Meng Duoduo coldly, xuanyuanrui spoke directly, and his heart filled with all kinds of complex feelings.

This girl, once his royal sister-in-law, once had a deep friendship with him. But now she has become the queen of Ningguo and the wife of his enemy.

And he came this time, regardless of everything, to kill her husband, the son of heaven of Ningguo Mu Xichen.

"Xuanyuanrui, what do you want? Don't look for him... Go! He may be coming soon, and I don't want any of you to have anything to do." Meng Duoduo said eagerly, his heart suddenly tightened.

She knows what xuanyuanrui wants to do with Mu Xichen. Like Mu Xiaomi, it will be the heaviest blow to her no matter who gets hurt.

"He's coming soon. That's just right. I'll wait for him here." xuanyuanrui said frankly. On Qingjun's resolute face, he was no longer the kind of laughing and indifference Meng Duoduo used to be familiar with, but became deep, serious and cold.

"Xuanyuanrui! I know you hate him now. But when is the retribution? Listen to me, I'll persuade him to return the throne to your eldest brother or you. Don't think about killing him! You go back first. It's dangerous here, and he's always looking for you. Either of you will kill me all my life. I believe Xiaomi will be the same as me. Will you go back first?" Meng Duoduo became more and more anxious and wanted him to leave quickly.

She was really worried that Mu Xichen would come in and see xuanyuanrui at this time.

Then, there will be a life and death struggle between them. And no matter who they hurt, they will be the last thing Meng Duoduo wants to see.

"Since I've decided to come and didn't see Mu Xichen, of course I won't leave like this." xuanyuanrui didn't move and made up his mind: "blossoming, this is a matter between us men. You don't have to intervene."

"Xuanyuanrui, why are you so stupid! You can only hurt both sides, and it will also make Xiaomi and me sad! Why can't you think more about it? Wouldn't it be better if you can solve the problem in a peaceful way?" Meng Duoduo is really anxious to vomit blood, because the later the time is delayed, the more likely Mu Xichen will come here.

"Did he take the throne in a peaceful way? He didn't! After he killed my father and mother, I didn't kill him in vain!" xuanyuanrui's hands clenched into fists. In his clear and deep eyes, there was pain and unchangeable firmness: "Duoduo, you don't have to persuade me. I've made up my mind. Today, either he or I will die! I must end it with him!"

"Xuanyuanrui!" Meng Duoduo shrieked, feeling as if he had been crushed by a needle knife.

However, she did not know how to persuade the man who had been blinded by deep hatred.

"Duoduo, how are you? It seems that he is very nice to you." xuanyuanrui doesn't want to discuss it with her again, and lightly changes the topic.

"Yes, he is very kind to me. But... I still miss you very much." Meng Duoduo gently lowered his eyes and his voice was a little disappointed.

"I can see that you don't seem happy." looking down at her deeply, xuanyuanrui said sincerely: "blossoming, if I can get out of here alive today, you go with me and live a free life outside the palace."

"Thank you, xuanyuanrui. But my third brother and I are husband and wife. He and I love each other very much. I can't just leave him like this." Meng Duoduo raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and his eyes were slightly sour.

The enthusiasm in xuanyuanrui's words moved her. However, how could she lose all the memories of muxichen and leave here alone?

The two men were speechless and filled with emotion.

At this time, clear and powerful footsteps came from outside the door.

Meng Duoduo panicked and tried his best to push xuanyuanrui: "come on, I beg you."

Xuanyuanrui smiled quietly, looked directly at the direction of the gate, and said firmly and definitely: "I said, I won't go like this!"

While he was talking, muxichen had settled down and stepped into the door.

At first glance, he saw the young man standing in the room. He was a little stunned, and then opened his mouth gently: "it's you. I'm ordering people to look for you everywhere. Unexpectedly, you brought it to the door yourself."

"Oh, what a boastful me." xuanyuanrui sneered with disdain and said coldly: "Muxichen, you can take the world quietly. I xuanyuanrui have nothing to say. However, you killed my parents. I can't help avenging it. Today, I'll bet my life on you. Who dies and who lives depends on their abilities! Muxichen, dare you fight alone with me?"

"What a arrogant tone." Mu Xichen didn't care at all. He put a leisurely sneer on the corner of his lips and responded calmly: "of course there's no problem if you want to fight alone. This method is very good. How can you compare it?"

"Use the sword, it's faster." xuanyuanrui quietly spit out a few words. Then, there was a cold and cold sword in his hand.

"No!" Meng Duoduo exclaimed.

"Yes, I think my swordsmanship will not be inferior to you." he nodded calmly. Mu Xichen looked calm and calm: "let's go out and compete. Don't scare each other."

This time, instead of saying I, he used my word. Then he took down his long sword and took the lead out of the house.

Xuanyuanrui followed him and went out. Almost immediately, there was a clash of weapons and the sound of swords outside the palace.

Clenched his lips and stood for a moment, Meng Duoduo rushed out desperate.

The sword was shining outside and the sky was cold. The long swords in the hands of Mu Xichen and Xuan Yuanrui are like silver snakes spitting out pistils, murderous and pressing each other step by step.

In the drizzle of the night, the two men tried their best to fight together. The move was fierce, the sword sealed the throat, and even the surrounding wind was infected with fierce spirit. For a moment, it was hard to distinguish between high and low.