Chapter nine hundred and twelve brothers and sisters
Murong Fu looked noncommittal and asked calmly, "Where is the Qinghua Palace?"
Li Qiushui's expression changed slightly, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, "How are you going to deal with this matter? That person is also the prince of your Song Dynasty after all. If not, he might cause big trouble."
No wonder she was worried that once something happened to the prince of the Song Dynasty in Xixia, the Xixia Kingdom would definitely be involved. For Xixia, the Song Dynasty was still a behemoth after all.
"It's none of your business." Murong Fu snorted coldly, expressing some dissatisfaction. Li Qiushui knew the ins and outs of this matter so clearly, maybe Ah Zi was kidnapped under her nose, but she stood by and watched.
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"Alas..." Li Qiushui sighed slightly, his expression full of resentment, "I asked Huanhuan to take you there, remember to spare his life."
Murong Fu was startled. He thought she would try to persuade her again, but he didn't expect her to be so direct in a blink of an eye. He nodded in agreement, "As long as Ah Zi doesn't get hurt..."
Then Li Qiushui called the little palace maid Huanhuan and asked her to take Murong Fu to Qinghua Palace.
Huanhuan glanced at Murong Fu in astonishment, obviously a little surprised. This was the first man to survive after breaking into Changle Palace without authorization, and judging from the appearance of his master, he seemed to have a good relationship with him.
"What? Didn't you hear what I said?" Li Qiushui's slightly cold voice sounded.
Huanhuan came back to her senses, her face paled slightly, and she hurriedly bowed and said "yes".
The two of them left Changle Palace and walked through many palaces. Along the way, they were surrounded by flowers and bright lights. It was obvious that the palace was not well built, but the King of Xixia was a man who enjoyed luxury very much.
"Xiao Huanhuan, how old are you?" Looking at the petite figure in front of him, with even steps and long breathing, Murong Fu asked.
"Huanhuan is Huanhuan, there is no little Huanhuan." Huanhuan said indifferently and closed her mouth.
Murong Fu was a little surprised. Judging from his age, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was at a lively and active age. How could he be so silent?
Her delicate little face is rosy, and her big black eyes are even more profound at night. She must be an innocent little girl.
"Huanhuan, was your martial arts taught by Li Qiu Shui? What has she taught you?" Murong Fu couldn't help but be curious and asked.
"..."
The little palace maid didn't respond at all.
Murong Fu asked a few more questions. Except when she mentioned Lele again, her eyes fluctuated. Other than that, she remained silent as always, and even her face did not change at all.
Now Murong Fu became more and more curious, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Li Qiushui trained her to be like this?
After a while, the two came to a palace covered with light blue bricks. The lights in the palace were bright, and there was a faint sound of hearty laughter and cheers.
Huanhuan stopped outside the palace and looked at Murong Fu expressionlessly, "Qinghua Palace has arrived."
After saying that, he turned around and left without any delay.
"Do you know where the prince of the Song Dynasty lives?" Murong Fu asked. As a place to entertain his princes, the Qinghua Palace naturally occupies a large area, and it is very troublesome to find each room.
The little palace maid paused, "I don't know either, I'll be waiting for you outside the palace."
Murong Fu nodded helplessly, this little palace maid really made him lose his temper.
After thinking about it, he immediately flew up, dragging his long shadow, and instantly landed on the top of the hall. He pried open a piece of rubble and looked down.
There were more than a dozen tables set up in the hall, filled with pigs, cattle, sheep and other delicacies. Sitting at the top was a person, about forty years old, wearing a luxurious golden dragon robe. I guess it was the King of Xixia, Li Liangzuo.
Behind the other desks, there were also a group of people in luxurious robes. Duan Zhengchun and the Tubo prince were among them. In addition, to Murong Fu's slight surprise, Xiao Feng was among them.
It is not difficult to see that those present here are all rich and noble princes and generals from various countries, but the prince of the Song Dynasty named Zhao is not here. It seems that Li Qiushui was right, and he is probably still unconscious.
Everyone toasted and exchanged glasses, chatting and laughing, talking about some interesting experiences of traveling around, showing off their literary talent, or showing off their military power. They did not involve the government, and they did not mention anything about choosing a son-in-law.
Murong Fu felt bored after listening for a while, and turned into a shadow, searching around the Qinghua Palace.
After about a stick of incense passed by, Murong Fu found a gorgeous attic. There was a faint smell of herbs in the building. In addition, many maids and servants came in and out, seeming to be busy with something.
Murong Fu smiled coldly, "That should be it."
He was about to fly in, but at this moment, his ears moved slightly, and a high-pitched voice came, "Is the antidote coming?"
The voice was very familiar. It was the voice of the man in white whom I heard in the inn during the day.
Murong Fu paused and ducked into the shadow of a pillar. He looked up and saw two people walking out of the attic.
Seeing the faces of these two people, Murong Fu couldn't help but froze for a moment. The man on the left had a delicate face and a feminine aura about him. He was the man he saw in the post house during the day. At that time, he thought he was a woman.
The woman who was pretending to be a man later gave her a slap and confirmed that she was not.
Next to the feminine man, there was another person with snow-white skin, slender eyebrows, flower-like jade, slender figure, and good temperament. What surprised Murong Fu was that the face of this person and the feminine man were 78% similar.
"Another eunuch?" Thinking of the identity of Mr. Zhao, Murong Fu easily judged that the feminine man was probably an eunuch. Then this person with a similar face to him must be related to him, and the possibility of being a eunuch was extremely high.
What surprised him even more was that the person's voice was that of a clear and beautiful woman. She said, "No, that girl is very stubborn. No matter how I threaten her, she still refuses to hand over the antidote."
While Murong Fu was surprised, he also confirmed that it was this stunningly beautiful woman who abducted Ah Zi, because not only was this person beautiful in appearance, but her internal energy aura was more than three times stronger than that of the eunuch.
"This is interesting. There are two people who look very similar. One is a eunuch and the other is a woman..." Murong Fu was a little surprised about the relationship between the two.
"What should we do?" The feminine man said in a slightly anxious tone.
"Hmph!" the woman snorted coldly with an evil look on her face, "She deserves it. This bitch is debauched and should have been punished long ago."
The feminine man was shocked and looked around hurriedly. The servants were all far away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister, I beg you, brother, never say such treasonous words in the future. If it spreads to
In the ears of the prince, I am afraid that our family, which has just made some progress, will soon decline again."
As he spoke, he pulled up the woman's sleeves and walked toward the dark place where Murong Fu was, as if he was really afraid that the woman would say something shocking again and others would hear it.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, wasn't he a prince? Why did he become a prince again? His mind was spinning, and he kept thinking about the princes of the Song Dynasty in history. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head. This era has changed beyond recognition, and he has no understanding of history.
I don’t know much, so I don’t know who the person named Zhao is.
The woman shook off the man's hand and glared at him angrily, "What the hell, I don't believe it. This person is the only one who can revitalize the family. Besides, you know exactly what this person does, brother.
Do you think he can ascend to Dabao?"
The feminine man was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "It doesn't matter if you can get on, it doesn't matter if you can't. Now that my brother has boarded this ship, there is no turning back."
The woman was silent. She didn't know this. Since ancient times, there will never be a good end for those who live on the sidelines, let alone when it comes to this kind of battle for inheritance.
"No matter what, if anything happens to the prince, you and I will not be able to escape death." The feminine man frowned and brought the topic back.
"Then what can I do?" The woman rolled her eyes, "That little girl is cunning and cunning. I almost let her slip away from me before."
The feminine man pondered for a long time, then a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Is it possible that your methods are too gentle, sister?"
The woman was stunned and immediately understood what her brother meant. A trace of displeasure flashed across her face, "How do you want to deal with her?"
"I heard that the little girl is pretty good..." An inexplicable meaning flashed in the feminine man's eyes.
The woman looked at him with contempt and said, "No, I can't deal with a little girl like this."
"Sister!" the feminine man said anxiously, "Now that our life and death depend on her, do you still expect her to be kind enough to hand over the antidote?"
"Then why don't you think about the person behind her? If it's like you said, he severely injured you with one palm without any ability to fight back, I don't think I may be his opponent." The woman suddenly said quietly.
The feminine man's face was slightly suffocated, and his tone was a little stiff, "Then... that is much better than if something happens to the prince. If something happens to the prince, our family will definitely be uprooted. Which one is more serious, you should know how to judge it, right?"
For a while, the two of them were silent. The woman seemed to be making her final struggle. After a long while, she sighed, "Okay, I'll hand her over to you. How you want to deal with her is up to you."
"Don't worry, if she knows the truth, I will protect her innocence. After all, the prince suffered this disaster because of her. If she doesn't know the truth..."
The feminine man smiled sadly. Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold snort from the air.
"If you don't understand, what will you do?"
When the two of them heard this voice, they were startled. The feminine man's expression suddenly changed, he looked around and shouted sternly, "Who is there? Get out of here."
The woman, on the other hand, was much calmer. With a pair of eyes as bright as stars, she looked quietly at the pillar where Murong Fu was hiding, "Your Excellency, please come out."
The next moment, the woman felt a ripple in the space in front of her eyes, and then a figure slowly appeared, with a face like a crown of jade, handsome and suave, it was Murong Fu.
The woman suppressed her trembling mind. Although she guessed where Murong Fu was hiding, she could not tell where he came from because of his ghostly movement. It was as if he appeared out of thin air.