Punishment(II)

"What? Am I surprised? As long as I am your daughter, one day, my marriage can't be my own decision, and now there are things that the Seven Lords and His Royal Highness are involved in. So, you are patient. Now I will take your baby daughter's face in exchange for my face that she ruined, and maybe I took the Fengyin out of the front foot. You slaughtered me on the back foot.[1]

At this time, Feng Yin is in the hands of this future princess. Presumably no matter how the emperor, he will not marry the princess to the seventh prince, until then. I'm useless, isn't it? "

Mu Rongyue's remarks left the heart of the Prime Minister Zuo like thunder.

This is indeed the result of his and his wife's research. Murong Yue cannot survive. Especially this current Murong Yue. If she really survived, and did not die in the Seven Kings Palace. That would be bad!

She will definitely take revenge on the Prime Minister. Xi er's temperament is simple. How can I fight Murong Yue?

They had planned to appease Murong Yue first, and then wait to poison Murong Yue afterwards. The result is better now, since it was directly spoken out.

Aside. Murong Xi's mother looked at Murong Yue like a ghost.

Murong Yue liked their reactions very much, so her smile deepened: "I'm tired. Can my father take your baby girl and your wife out of my house?"

Peace of mind, as long as I marry, I will naturally give you Fengyin. After all ... I don't disdain what you want. "

Mr. Zuo's family left MurongYue's courtyard, and Murong Yue was relieved. At the same time, the expression on her face was slightly distorted.

It really hurt!

"Young Miss, what's wrong with you?" Xing er was still shocked by Murong Yue's domineering. The young lady just seemed to have God in her possession.

However, in the next second, she saw her mistress frowning and obviously in pain.

"It hurts me." Murong Yue's voice really brought a trace of grievance. God knows that she hates pain most. The wound on her body is not easy to move. Just now she restrained Murong Xi, which caused the wound to crack. It hurt more than before!

"Miss, you lie down, and this slave will re-dress your wound with medicine." Xing er was also in a mess.

But at this moment, she only heard a bang, and Murong Yue slammed a black shadow from the roof directly onto her bed. Murong Yue who just strained her injury jumped out and was almost scared away. It hurt even more!

"Who are you?!" Murong Yue watched the falling shadow with caution. However, when she saw her bed, she was only stained with blood.

The wounds on the man in black were really scary. Compared with her, it is not too embarrassing.

Looking at this person who was worse than her, Murong Yue was happy.

"Xing er, bandage this person's wound."

"Ah?" Xing er was stunned, shouldn't this be the case when someone is handed over to the watchmen? This is an unmarried girl's house, how can she leave a person of unknown origin to stay here?

"Bandage it. The thing this misslikes most is that others are more pitiful than me." Murong Yue said, sitting in a chair. Xing'er naturally wouldn't go against Murong Yue's meaning, so he walked to the bed and had to treat the wound.

Unexpectedly, the man who was supposed to be unconscious even grabbed Xing'er's hand, and his face finally came out.

Under the candlelight, the man's face was a little pale, but even so, he couldn't hide his good looks. The exquisite features are as if carved out carefully. Under the willow eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes are full of vigilance, and there is a trace of deep Calm hidden.

He looked at Murong Yue not far away, and looked at Xinger in front of him again.

Mu Rongyue didn't expect it to be like this, as he hadn't fainted yet, but Xinger said in his hand: "Be assured, I'm not interested in handling this body, so it won't be against you."

"Are you Murong Xi?" The man looked at Murong Yue with some surprises. And the Prime Minister's House, the woman he's heard of, is also an admiration.

Murong Yue laughed so hard and looked at him and said, "No, I am her ancestor."

[1]means I work with you openly and because you feel threatened you deal with me through underhand means