Murong Yu pushed the teacup to the side, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, try the tea that this king brought."
Murong Ci lifted up his robe and sat down gracefully, took a sip, praised the good tea repeatedly, but murmured in his heart, this is the tribute tea that had just been delivered to the palace a few days ago.
All the good things in Ganqing Palace fell into his hands.
"This is tribute tea. Haven't you ever drunk your highness? Or is your highness worried and has become dull?" He pinched the sapphire cup with his slender fingers, and added thin vermilion lips, jade white, cyan, and vermilion, reminiscent of all the roses in the world. Beauty and charm.
"I'm thinking about the drug ointment, and I can't think of a reason for it. Unlike the prince who is planning a strategy, he can drink tea in his leisure." Her shallow voice was slightly ironic.
"Your Highness, are you blaming this king for his dereliction of duty?"
"How dare I dare? I'm stupid. I haven't made any progress in the past few days. The prince is different. He takes care of everything and still has time to drink tea."
"Today, His Majesty's mouth was oiled or honeyed?"
"What I say is from the bottom of my heart."
Murong Ci drank two cups of tea in succession, this was tribute tea from the palace, so naturally he had to drink a few more cups, so that he could not take full advantage of it.
However, looking at that handsome face that both man and god were angry with, she felt unhappy.
So she said with a smile: "It's getting late, I should go back to the palace."
Murong Yu blinked meaningfully, "Your Highness doesn't want to know why I invited you here."
She continued to smirk, "The lord can say what he wants, and I will listen with all my ears."
He said coldly: "Putting away the hypocritical smirk, otherwise I won't say anything."
If you don't want to say it, I don't want to hear it yet.
She was angry in her heart, but she still put away the smirk that almost made her facial muscles cramp, and drank tea silently.
He was quite satisfied with her expressive little face, "I found out that there are more than 20 people in all Beijing officials who have taken drug ointment."
"So many." Murong Ci was shocked, and then filled with anger, "If you don't stop it, there must be more people taking drugs."
"It is still unknown where these people bought the drug cream and how they got this addiction."
"How does the prince plan to deal with them?"
"There's no rush. It won't be too late to deal with the person who sells the lotus ointment."
"The only clue right now is Linglong Xuan, but we have been to Linglong Xuan, and we haven't found anyone taking drugs."
"The secrets hidden by Linglongxuan need to be further explored." Murong Yu's deep eyes were condensed, and a cold stern light flickered, "There is also that young man in gold, I would like to meet for a while."
"Which day does the prince plan to go?" She was faintly excited, and she wanted to go too.
"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, just tonight."
"My palace is going too."
"His Royal Highness promises not to add chaos"
"I promise," Murong Ci vowed.
Murong Yu picked up the exquisite and small sapphire cup and tasted it lightly, a strange gleam flashed in his deep eyes.
Naturally, she couldn't guess that he came here because he wanted her to go to Linglong Xuan together.
At dinner time, the waiter brought several dishes of delicacies, but she was not hungry, so she ate some.
After dinner, she stood in front of the window, watching the bustling traffic and noise in the street, and the beautiful and romantic night in the imperial capital began.
Someone came in, but she didn't look back, thinking it was a waiter clearing the dishes.
"what to look at"
A warm and mellow voice curled up from behind, and the warm scent of aloe water wafted around.
Murong Ci tilted his body vigilantly, and said uncomfortably: "It's nothing, blow the night wind."
His voice was deep and cold, "I'll go later and change clothes."
She saw him holding a set of Xueqing light robes in both hands, and knew that it was for her, so she took it, "My lord, go and change first, and I will go out first."
"Your Highness seems to be afraid of something." There was a hint of ridicule in Murong Yu's words.
"What is this palace afraid of?" She felt guilty, but she still puffed up her chest, "I just don't want to hinder the prince from changing clothes."
Why is the tongue so inflexible? Why did it get knotted
He said solemnly and solemnly: "There are no servants here to serve, and I have to trouble Your Highness to work hard to change clothes for this king."
"There is an attendant outside, Ben Gong, to ask the attendant to change the clothes for the prince." Murong Ci immediately flew out, but he grabbed his wrist and grabbed him, unable to move.
"That attendant is clumsy, and this king is not used to it."
"My palace is also rough and clumsy, so I have never served anyone before"
"This king remembers that His Highness has a pair of silky and delicate hands, comparable to the slender hands of a beautiful woman."
She subconsciously withdrew her hand, her chest swelled and fluctuated with anger
He deliberately made things difficult for her and deliberately humiliated her
However, instead of being unable to pull out her hand, she was lifted up by him, rubbed and kneaded, and played wantonly.
The thin calluses of his big palms slowly rubbed against her soft catkins, causing a strange touch and a slight astringent pain.
Murong Ci glared, and pulled back angrily.
Murong Yu dragged her into the room, she rushed out angrily, suddenly her back went numb and she couldn't move at all.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" she growled angrily.
"How could I have the nerve to let His Highness wait on this King? Or let this King wait on His Highness to change clothes." His dark jade-like eyes were shining brightly, and evil spirits flowed.
"You..." She was anxious and about to collapse, "I don't need anyone to wait on me, quickly untie my acupoints."
He turned a deaf ear to it, and with his slender fingers pulled away the brocade belt around her slender waist, gently and slowly, like a chicken mushroom stewed in a slow fire, intentionally torturing her will.
Immediately, her little face was flushed red, and the top of her head was burning with fierce anger, and she angrily said: "You can't do this!"
What if he comes for real
Qin Ruo, who was outside, vaguely heard His Highness's sharp voice coming from the private room, guessed that His Highness was in danger, and wanted to go in to rescue His Highness. However, Yu Wang's attendants were staring at the opposite side.
She believed that as long as she made a move, the expressionless attendant would definitely stop her.
In the private room, Murong Yu's thin vermilion lips curled into an evil and cold arc, "This king is just changing clothes for His Highness."
heinously evil
At this time, Murong Ci's tightly clenched hands had distinct veins, which were slightly protruding, and his teeth were clenched tightly, almost crushing his teeth.
The white robes slipped off, like a white cloud slowly falling from the sky, covering their feet softly.
She wished her eyes were to see Xue Fenghou's sword, piercing a few bloody holes in his body.
He unbuttoned her moon white tunic, his eyes fixed on her small face all the time.
The little face was so red that it could bleed, and even the ears and neck were covered with a magnificent and beautiful red color like clouds. It was so tender and tender that one couldn't help but want to take a bite.
This is really a long process, extreme torture, torment, like Ling Chi, which breaks people's heart and will.
She glared at him angrily, without blinking, with two clusters of intense flames burning in her eyes.
However, he turned a blind eye.
The middle coat was opened, revealing the close-fitting moon white obscene garment, but it was not the silk garment style worn by women.
His heart was filled with humiliation, anger was swimming in his limbs, he didn't even know he bit his lower lip. She naturally knew his plan, didn't she just want to "witness it with her own eyes"
The moon-white clothes gently covered his slender body like clouds, and his delicate collarbone was like jade. Just like that, Murong Yu's mouth was dry, his blood was rushing fast, and his mind was full of all kinds of things. Qisi.
Flicking her fingers lightly, a tightly tied cloth scarf was exposed from under the obscene clothes, and it was wrapped around her chest a few times.
Murong Ci closed his eyes, there was nowhere to vent his monstrous resentment, he wished he could tear this hateful, hateful man into pieces
"Oh." He smiled half-smile, and the corners of his lips curled into an arc of unknown meaning, "I see."
"Is it enough?" The red tide receded, her face was ashen, and she was furious, "You already know, why don't you kill Bengong?"
"Your Majesty made a big joke in front of his subjects."
With a gentle manner, he dressed her in obscene clothes and middle clothes, and finally put on her snow-blue elegant robe.
In fact, he has long been sure that she is a woman, but he just wants to see the inner world with his own eyes.
Murong Ci's extremities were cold, but his heart was full of raging flames. The hot and cold intertwined, and the fury hit her frail body. She was almost unable to support her body, and her body swayed.
Murong Yu fastened the belt for her, and put his hands on her exquisite and round soft waist, gripping her tightly, which aroused thousands of daydreams.
She gritted her teeth angrily, her little face flushed again, "let go"
He chuckled as if he had succeeded in his plot, stretched out his hand and poked it, and let go.
Immediately, her body went limp, she swayed, and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and hands to support her.
She pushed him away hard, almost roughly, then jumped three steps away and stared at him defensively.
He didn't take it seriously, and unbuttoned his robe.
She hurried out and poured two cups of tea in the outside room to calm down the chaotic emotions a little.
Not long after, Murong Yu came out after changing clothes, and saw a thin strange boy sitting outside, his appearance was not good, except for his eyes that were as bright and clear as glass, shining brightly.
It turned out that she had already put on the human skin mask.
Murong Ci also looked at him, whether it was official robes or private clothes, most of his robes were black in color, but now he changed into a moon white light robe without patterns or decorations, his temperament changed slightly, it was as elegant as bamboo, and absolutely elegant The dust is like the high-altitude ice flowers in Penglai Xianshan.
"What's the matter?" He lifted his robe and sat down with a gentle voice.
"No..." She came back to her senses in astonishment, secretly cursing herself for being absent-minded.
She pressed hard on the edge of the human skin mask, and Murong Yu also put on the human skin mask. In the blink of an eye, the two handsome heroes became ordinary looking men.
Murong Ci asked: "My lord has a way to enter Linglong Xuan"
He didn't answer, and opened the door of the private room.
When Qin Ruo saw two completely unfamiliar men, she froze in astonishment, then looked inside, where is your Highness
Murong Ci lifted Qin Ruo's chin, and the corners of his lips curled into a lewd smile. Meng Lang said, "You are so handsome. Let me have a few drinks with you today."
As soon as she heard the voice, Qin Ruo recognized that the boy born on this face was her Highness. She was ashamed and said: "The slave didn't recognize His Highness, the slave deserves to die."