Is it tacit understanding
Murong Ci didn't dare to walk over, he was worried that what he saw was only an imaginary person, and the strong wind would blow this figure away.
His eyebrows were sour, and his eyelashes filled with tears.
It is exciting, but also bitter.
Murong Yu stepped forward and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body.
"A Ci"
His voice was hoarse and deep, full of longing and guilt over the days of separation.
The feeling of being lost and found is indescribable, excited, sad, joyful
At this moment, he felt that all the hard work in the past few days was worth it.
Murong Ci's heart was sore but happy, he felt like he could hardly breathe, as if his whole body was about to melt
"It's not my fault to make you suffer so much, now I will take you away"
His dark voice is as firm as iron, and no one can stop him from taking Ah Ci away
She pushed him away, wanting to cuddle in his arms, but could only pull away forcefully, "Yuwen Zhantian will soon know that I'm coming to the post house, and he will definitely come here. Today is too hasty, let's make a long-term plan."
Murong Yu's dark eyes surged violently, as if he was about to set off a stormy sea, he said resolutely: "Even if I pay all the price, I will take you away."
Murong Ci shook his head, "Yuwen Zhantian will definitely set up a net, I don't want anything to happen to you." She said forcefully, "What I want is that we all escape unharmed, can you do it?"
He stared at her, holding her cheek in his right hand, with complex and tangled emotions flowing in his eyes, the affection was so thick that it could not be resolved
"Promise me, okay?" She smiled with tears in her eyes, her bright eyes sparkled, and she was extraordinarily sad and beautiful.
"Okay." The word was squeezed out between the teeth, and God knows how much effort he had to squeeze out the word.
"That fake Murong Ci, how do you know she's not me?"
"She is wearing a human skin mask, exactly like you, and her voice is similar to yours, almost fake. Although I talked to her several times, I didn't notice the difference until midnight. Ah Ci, I missed it, it was my fault, made you suffer so much"
Murong Yu's voice was full of deep apology, she smiled slightly, "It's not too slow."
At this time, there was a chaotic noise outside, there should be quite a few people.
They were startled, Murong Ci's face changed slightly, and he pushed him hard, "Hurry up!"
Murong Yu held her catkin affectionately, reluctant to let go. In the end, he hugged her again, kissed her lips heavily and shortly, and then left through the window.
"Your Highness." It was the voice of the two guards.
"What about her?" Yuwen Zhan Tiansen asked coldly.
"Inside, with Princess Yuqing."
Yuwen Zhantian looked at the door, his gray-blue pupils shrank slightly, and the cold air poured out.
After taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A faint voice came from the room: "Who is that?"
He raised his voice and said, "It's Ben Gong."
Yue Ruomei's voice in the room seemed to restrain a trace of joy, "Come in."
Yuwen Zhantian pushed the door open and entered, his eagle-like eyes immediately scanned the room, and saw A Ci standing in front of the west window, frowning slightly.
Yue Ruomei was half lying on the bed, sick and haggard, but those eyes were as clear as water, as if they could illuminate everyone's soul. She stared at him silently, hoping that he would take a look at her and care about her, her limbs seemed to be full of vitality suddenly.
Murong Ci calmly closed the window and asked, "Why is Your Highness here?"
"What are you doing?" he asked coldly.
"Princess felt that it was windy and chilly, so I closed the window." She said unhurriedly. In fact, the moment he pushed the door open, she had just landed on the ground.
so close
She came to the bed and said worriedly: "Princess's wind-cold syndrome is severe this time. She has taken the decoction for a few days but she still hasn't recovered. Maybe the servants in the post house are not serving her wholeheartedly. Can your Highness send an order to let those servants serve you wholeheartedly?"
Yuwen Zhantian nodded, his eyes kept on her lively face, as if he wanted to find clues that she was lying.
"Princess, rest well, I will come to see you again some other day." Murong Ci said with a smile, "Remember to take your medicine on time, and don't let your imagination run wild."
"My lord has a heart." Yue Ruomei smiled softly, "Prince Yuwen, it's Ruomei's fault that I've caused you trouble these days."
"It's beyond your control for the princess to get sick from the cold, so there's no need for the princess to feel guilty." Murong Ci smiled, "Your Highness, do you think so?"
"En." He was depressed, "Princess recover well, and when you recover from illness, I will send someone to send you back to Nanyue Kingdom."
"Thank you, Prince Yuwen." The joy in Yue Ruo's brow gradually disappeared.
"Not going yet." Yuwen Zhantian pulled Murongci out with a straight face, with a bad tone.
Yue Ruo sent them away with eyebrows, his heart was broken into pieces and scattered in the humble dust.
Murong Ci withdrew his hand and said angrily: "It hurts, hurts, let go"
He let go, his handsome eyes were filled with ice-blue coldness, and he ordered his attendants: "Pass down the order of the palace, seal off the posthouse, and bring everyone in the posthouse here."
She was stunned, did Murong Yu leave the post safely
The attendants scattered to arrest people, Yuwen Zhantian turned to stare at her, his eyes were sharp like a knife, "You seem to be afraid of something."
"what do I have
I'm so scared." She suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she had just guessed his intention, "You don't believe me?"
"Bengong said, you are not allowed to come to the post house, do you think it's deaf to your ears?" There was a terrifying hostility in his eyes.
"Since you don't believe me, I have nothing to say." Knowing that it would be a waste of words to say any more, she turned around coldly.
But he was very anxious, Murong Yu would definitely not be caught, definitely not
Not long after, the attendants came back one after another, and all the servants of the post house were escorted over and stood in three rows with their heads bowed. They didn't know what happened, but seeing the murderous expression on His Highness the Prince's face, they all guessed that it must be something bad.
Yuwen Zhantian shouted: "Everyone raise their heads"
Murong Ci looked over anxiously and quickly glanced, Murong Yu didn't seem to be among the servants.
"Is that all? Is there anything missing?" he asked the attendant.
"Your Highness, all the servants of the post house are here." The attendant replied.
Yuwen Zhantian walked over, patrolling row by row, his handsome eyes were like eagles, extremely sharp. Suddenly, he stood in front of a tall man dressed as a servant and stared at the man.
Her heart tightened suddenly, could the man be Murong Yu in disguise or could it be Murong Yu's subordinates in disguise
Being stared at by His Royal Highness' sharp eyes, as if being tortured by Ling Chi, the man trembled in fright and begged for mercy: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, spare your life!"
Murong Ci secretly breathed a sigh of relief, neither Murong Yu nor his subordinates would be so panic-stricken.
Yuwen Zhantian also thought so, and walked past the servant.
After looking around, he waved the servants back.
After that, he dragged her out of the post house and boarded the carriage.
Murong Yu had already left the post house, looked out from a private house on the street, and saw A Ci and Yu Wen Zhantian sitting in the carriage, their big hands were clenched tightly, the veins were protruding and crackling.
Back at the Prince's Mansion, Yuwen Zhantian dragged her out of the carriage, and dragged her straight into the bedroom, causing her wrists to hurt to death, and her fair skin to turn red.
"you let go"
Murong Ci roared angrily, and was pushed so unsteadily by her that he nearly fell down.
This time he was angry and threw her out, so she couldn't stand still.
"Don't think that I don't know what you want to do." His brows were dark and cold, and the color of his eyes turned ice blue, as if they were full of ice shavings, causing people to bleed.
"I went to the posthouse to visit Princess Yuqing, what else can I do?" Her face was cold.
"What you have done, you know in your heart"
"Of course I know it in my heart." She bowed her neck and said proudly.
"You..." Yuwen Zhantian wrinkled his sword eyebrows in anger, and a hurricane rolled up in his eyes, sweeping away everything.
Murong Ci looked at him not to be outdone, without any fear.
Staring at her angrily for a while, he slammed the door and left bitterly.
She breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to drink tea, which really pissed him off this time. However, he finally saw Murong Yu, so he was safe and sound.
I believe that Murong Yu will make careful arrangements to rescue her.
After resting for a while, she meditated with her legs crossed, and she was lucky for a week, but why is her internal strength still only 50%
She discovered two days ago that the recovery of internal strength has always been 50%, she thought it was not the time before, but now it seems that this may not be the reason.
Could it be that Yuwen Zhantian put medicine in the food and tea to suppress her internal strength again
If this is the case, then he is really vicious.
That night, Murong Ci tossed and turned, thinking about what kind of arrangements Murong Yu would make.
there is movement outside
As soon as she stood up and listened attentively, the door was pushed open, and the loud sound was particularly shocking in this dead cold night.
There was a candle in the room, and it was dimly lit. She quickly got out of bed and put on her cloak. At this moment, a majestic black shadow rushed in, smelling heavily of alcohol.
Yuwen Zhantian
She said coldly: "It's so late, what are you doing here?"
Yuwen Zhantian approached step by step, as if he was coming with hostility and fury all over his body.
His brows were gloomy, dark blue waves surged in his eyes, and shadows flashed across his handsome face, making him even more sinister and frightening.
"What are you doing?" Murong Ci retreated step by step, feeling a little flustered.
"I held you in the palm of my hand, cared and loved you, and never forced you, that's how you treated me." Because of the smell of alcohol, he was a little colder than usual, "Do you really care what I did? Everything, can you see it or not feel it?"
"You imprisoning me here is the greatest coercion," she said coldly, narrowing her bright eyes.
"So in the final analysis, you still want to escape"
"Who would have thought that it would be you in this humiliating life as a prisoner? Do you think so?"
"What's wrong with me? Why don't you like me? I'm not as good as Murong Yu!" Yuwen Zhantian roared, his voice shook the world, and it was extremely frightening in this dead cold night.
"It's not that you are inferior to him, but that you have a special liking and cannot help yourself." Murong Ci said coldly.
Hearing this, he was about to burst into tears, as if he had been greatly stimulated, he rushed towards him as swiftly as a leopard.
She was shocked, and avoided it nimbly, but only afterimages flashed by, he had already arrived, hugged her horizontally, and threw her on the bed violently.
Her body hurt from the fall, and she quickly climbed down, but he was already blocking the bed