At the moment when Rong Yi was in a daze, the young man who was in front of her just now disappeared in an instant.
No one saw clearly how he disappeared, Rong Yi could only feel a chill rushing towards her face, with icy chill, which made her shudder.
Nothing will happen to Miss Wan, right
she thought.
In the dressing room, the prince has knocked down the candlestick.
Fortunately, Zheng Wan saw the opportunity quickly and raised her foot to extinguish the flames, otherwise the palace might be in danger. It's just that, in the small quiet room, there is only a glazed palace lantern at the entrance that is still on.
The pea green veil covered the faint fire, only illuminating a corner in front of the door.
"T-Prince, calm down."
Zheng Wan couldn't run anymore.
She has been playing circles around the table with the prince for a long time. The thirteen layers of palace gauze are as thin as cicada's wings. She was so tired that she was out of breath, and her legs were like stepping on cotton.
Misfortunes never come singly, the lower abdomen is still making trouble there, and every time I take a step, I can feel the blood gurgling from underneath.
"Miss Wan, Gu, Gu can't control it."
The prince blushed so hot that he was on fire, and his reason was also burning at the same time.
In his hazy vision, Zheng Wan, who was wearing a ball of pink gauze, looked like his favorite peach blossom cake when he was young, with a tangy aroma and extremely alluring.
"Prince, Prince—" Zheng Wan supported the table and panted, "Think about your arms and legs, think about your great Liang, the century-old Guozuo, and the generations to come..."
The prince didn't have the brains to think, he tore off his outer robe, and then began to unravel his unlined garment, with his chest open and he rushed over like an eagle:
"Miss Wan, you smell so good."
What a ghost.
Zheng Wan had no choice but to continue running away.
Fleeing and smashing, hoping that the big commotion here can attract people, but the strange thing is that after such a long commotion, the nearby Habayashi guards and palace maids seemed to be dead.
She looked back and saw no one.
Looking up again, the prince is already close in front of him—
He rushed towards her suddenly.
Zheng Wan let out an "ah", turned around and ran back, but it was too late.
As the hem of the skirt got caught by the table legs, her left foot caught her right foot, and she happened to be thrown to the ground by the prince. The cold and hard stone floor and the weight of the grown man made her yelp in pain—
The prince was knocked out of his mind by a cry.
"Tear it—"
With the sound of silk tearing, half of Zheng Wan's shoulders were exposed. With the torn pink satin palace gauze, dripping sweat, and frightened eyes, they formed a graceful scenery that no man in the world could refuse.
"Prince, wake up—"
But the prince was sober, his eyes were bloodshot and he lowered his head.
Zheng Wan began to struggle, but her flamboyant fists and embroidered legs were not enough to impress. No matter how gentle the prince looks, he was also taught by a martial arts teacher since he was a child.
After a while, his hands were cut on top of his head, and the prince bowed his body.
When Cui Wang came in, he saw this scene.
A woman who is as weak as a flower is pressed under her body. Their humerus overlaps and their wrists are intertwined. The pink satin palace gauze and the gold-woven boa robe are intertwined together. The jade color and the honey color match.
The door crashed behind him.
The glazed palace lantern in front of the door also went out.
"Cui Wang, is that you?"
Zheng Wan suddenly yelled, "Help me!"
She felt light all over her body, and the prince who was still under heavy pressure just now flew up like a kite, hit the wall of the clean room, and fell heavily to the ground.
Zheng Wan climbed up with hands and feet:
"Cui Wang! Why did you come here?"
Taking advantage of the moonlight, she cried and ran to Cui Wang and beat him:
"Why did you come? I'm afraid of death."
There is no light in the room, only the moonlight shines in through the screen window.
Cui Wang stood in the semi-darkness and looked down at her. The woman's temple hair was disheveled, her face was full of tears, she seemed to be really afraid, and the hand holding his sleeve was still shaking.
Zheng Wan raised her head and noticed the look in his eyes:
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The prince over there has already staggered up, clutching his chest, staggering towards him, calling: "Miss Wan, Niang Wan..."
Zheng Wan understood.
She looked at him in disbelief, her eyes full of hurt: "Cui Wang, don't you think I have a relationship with him...?"
Cui Wang pursed his lips and insisted:
"You let him touch you."
"Can-"
"There's nothing wrong with it," Cui Wang raised his sword, "If he touches you, I'll kill him."
"No!" Zheng Wan grabbed his arm from behind anxiously, and held it firmly, "I won't let you kill him!"
"What do you want?"
"It can't be killed anyway!"
Cui Wang's eyes were startled at first, and finally turned into anger. When this anger fell on the prince, it became a sharp sword that killed people.
With a flick of his finger, there was a long bloodstain on the prince's neck, with dark red blood gurgling down.
"One way."
"Cui Wang, you bastard!"
Zheng Wan was also angry.
When she came to Guishui, her body was not comfortable at all, no matter how courageous she was, she was terrified after encountering such a situation, Cui Wanglai came and rescued her, but she only wanted to kill with a sword.
Her eyes were red, "The prince is innocent, he was drugged, do you think he looks a little sane?"
"Two ways."
Another sword intent bounced out from Cui Wang's fingertips.
The prince cried out in pain, and his mind finally woke up from the groggy state, and found that not only his neck, but also his face was tingling with pain.
As soon as I touched it, my hands were covered with blood.
He turned pale with fright.
"Cui Wang, don't continue!"
Zheng Wan tried to wrap his hands around his big hand, not to let him move, "The prince's life is related to Liang Guozuo, don't move him."
"Three ways."
Cui Wang fired again.
This time the prince screamed even more miserably, touching his left leg and screaming for pain.
"Cui Wang!"
Zheng Wan stomped her feet, "The prince is a member of the Daliang royal family, and he has the aura of a dragon."
"so what?"
Cui Wangwu turned his head away, "He touched you."
Zheng Wan almost laughed at his stubbornness.
In the book, the prince doesn't pay attention to her. She complained at first, but then she realized that all kinds of encounters in life are just choices. It's useless to blame others, but treat them like strangers.
Since she is a stranger, it is wrong to ask her to bear the life of a stranger for no reason.
Even if the prince is going to die, he shouldn't die here, at the hands of the furious Cui Wang. She doesn't want the prince to die because of her—after all, it was clearly stated in the dream that those who practice Xuan and Dao don't die before they die The great hatred stunt will not provoke people who touch the body with dragon spirit, and no one knows what kind of karma will be obtained if they touch it.
And usually, things don't end well.
Cui Wang has great luck, so naturally she doesn't care, but she, Zheng Wan, doesn't want to challenge her own luck.
After thinking about it, she decided to change her method and stop confronting him head-on.
She raised her head and let the tears roll in her eyes, as if she was crying because of him: "Cui Wang, I won't let you kill him, so why not worry about you?"
"I don't care about the prince's life, but if it affects you and you are in vain, how can you live?"
"You don't want to kill him, okay?"
After all, the teardrops rolled down onto the back of Cui Wang's hand one by one like bright pearls.
"Yan Niang, it turns out... you actually look down on orphans like this."
The prince suddenly stopped complaining of pain.
How can the stinging pain of the body be worth the hurting words? See, she doesn't care whether he dies or not.
In the past, he always thought that even if it was a mistake, but after all, the two had known each other for many years, they would not be able to be a husband and wife, and there must be some friendship.
But who would have thought that his beloved actually used his life as a tool to curry favour.
The prince looked at Cui Wang again.
This man has always been aloof, he is a majestic prince of a country, he has become a marionette in his hands, he can cut as much as he wants, he can fall wherever he wants, and he even poses as a noble and clean fairy.
Ridiculous, hateful.
Together, this hatred flowed into poison with a knife in his body.
"Hahahahahahaha it's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"
The prince laughed and burst into tears, "A woman's mouth is full of deceptive knives, knives hurt people's hearts."
"It's just that I didn't expect that the honorable master of the country would be like an orphan, and fell in love with such a woman. When you were down, she abandoned you; At the bottom of the valley, she turned to other high branches!"
"Sincere, how much is sincerity worth?"
Zheng Wan raised her eyebrows:
"It doesn't make sense for the prince to say that. Between you and me, the one who retired first is obviously you."
"Then Gu will ask you, when you and I got engaged, did you ever have any sincerity towards Gu?"
"—Enough, I don't care what your previous relationship is."
Cui Wang suddenly interrupted the two of them.
With a flick of his sleeve, streaks of sword light whizzed across the room, like lightning and thunder, circled around the prince, and suddenly returned to his sleeve.
"roll."
He looked at the prince coldly.
The prince stared blankly at the ground, where a severed arm fell, and Cui Wang's sword was so fast that there was not a drop of blood on the ground. Soon, a piercing pain came out, but he didn't dare to scream, he gritted his teeth and exited the locker room.
Zheng Wan was stunned:
"Cui Wang, you broke his left arm?"
Cui Wang didn't answer, Zheng Wan looked up subconsciously, only to realize that there was something chilling hidden in those cold and deep eyes, cold and hard, sharp and sharp.
It seems that after the prince finished speaking, he has been like this.
"Cui Wang?" Zheng Wan tilted her head, "What's wrong?"
"I'm watching, your sincerity."
Zheng Wan seemed to have been greatly insulted: "You believe him, why are you still with me?"
"It's not like that to oppress people!"