"You're talking nonsense!" Shen Zhaoyu's cold eyes instantly widened to the extreme upon hearing this.
Dongfang Jing took a step forward, leaned down, and stared into her eyes, "Concubine Shen, I'm not talking nonsense, you'll know soon, after all, Emperor Wei's uncle Sun Lin is already on his way, isn't he?"
After finishing speaking, she stood up straight, turned around resolutely and walked towards the door of the bedroom.
"Dongfang Jing!" Shen Zhaoyu yelled hoarsely.
Dongfang Jing paused, looked back, and smiled lightly, "Concubine Shen, please do it for yourself."
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As soon as Dongfang Jing came out of Qiuchanyuan, a pair of thick big palms stretched out from her back, firmly wrapping around her waist, Murong Qianjue had already taken off her mask at some point, she was so impeccable Her face was close at hand, and Dongfang Jing's scorching breath was blowing on her face.
"what you do?!"
Dongfang Jing was stunned by that handsome face, she was stunned for a while before recovering, and pushed him violently, trying to shake him away.
Murong Qianjue refused to let go, and tightly held her waist, "What are you doing? You are staying here. Of course, I will wait for my concubine to return home together."
"boring!"
Dongfang Jing gave him a hard look, then scanned around.
Murong Qianjue laughed and said, "Don't look at it. In order to make it easier for Gongsun Lin to enter and leave the Qiuchan Garden, Shen Zhaoyu ordered all the servants to be dismissed. The face of the Lord, except for you, A Jing, no one else can see it." Good luck."
Dongfang Jing rolled his eyes at him, thinking that he was in the palace at the moment, afraid that the walls would have ears, and was too lazy to argue with him, so she simply gave up struggling and let him lazily walk towards Taiyechi.
"A Jing just complained about Wuyou."
Walking to the edge of Taiye Pool, Murong Qianjue suddenly stopped and stared at Dongfang Jing with a strange expression.
"You eavesdropped on my conversation with Shen Zhaoyu?!" Dongfang Jing's beautiful eyebrows instantly tightened into a ball.
"How can it be called eavesdropping?" Murong Qianjue raised the corners of his lips, with a wicked and lazy expression on his face. Yuchi Wuyou's stunning face, coupled with his strange smile, is indescribably strange. "Master's hearing is very good, and you speak so loudly, Ah Jing, it's hard to hear. But it's a pity, it's a pity..."
"What a pity?!" Dongfang Jing frowned, staring at him with burning eyes.
The moonlight shone on Murong Qianjue's resolute side face like a knife, covering his whole body with a layer of mysterious mist.
"It's a pity that your fourth brother can't hear it. Such touching words are not heard by the people who should hear them the most. Ah Jing, do you think it's a pity?" Murong Qianjue curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly held Dongfang Jing's hand slowly moved his chest, holding down the throbbing weakness in his left chest, and said in a clear and unfeeling voice, "To tell you the truth, Yuchi Wuyou's consciousness has not been here for more than half a month. It has appeared. I think in another month, he should be completely dead, right?"
"Murong Qianjue, you!" Dongfang Jing bit her lower lip tightly, her face pale with anger.
Murong Qianjue laughed wildly, "Ah Jing, the Buddha said that it only takes seven days to refine a person's soul, so I will treat Yuchi Wuyou as a god. If I refine him for seven to forty-nine days, I don't believe it. Come back and snatch this body from my master, snatch you that belongs to me!"
"You lunatic!" Dongfang Jing's lips trembled, "Why do you do this?! You are just a part of Wuyou! Without the consciousness of Wuyou, you are simply a monster!"
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