Outside the prince's mansion, they were not spared, but their momentum was slightly smaller than that of the prime minister's mansion. Those people were still afraid that Shangguan Ye would wait here for Shangguan Ye to decide to capture Murong Qiufeng.
The black fast horse galloped all the way from the palace and soon arrived at the royal palace.
Looking at the crowd outside the palace, Shangguan Ye's face turned cold as frost and as black as the bottom of a pot.
When those people saw Shangguan Ye, they were immediately happy. They looked at Shangguan Ye's face and thought that he was also angry about Murong Qiufeng's affairs. They wanted to go up and complain, and most of them were thinking about whether they could take this opportunity to get Shangguan.
Ye's appreciation.
The guards who had been eyeing those people at the door hurried over and helped Shangguan Ye lead the horse.
Shangguan Ye glanced at the guard, and the guard nodded at him.
Shangguan Ye ignored those people and quickly walked up the steps and entered the palace.
"Prince, Murong Qiufeng is unforgivable to do whatever he wants to harm the people. He also asked the prince to make decisions for us little poor people, so that the murderers will not let the murderers go unpunished."
This sentence was originally a bit of a retreat because of Shangguan Ye's indifference. People who were excited and shouted.
Shangguan Ye took his feet back, narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of people. Suddenly, his eyes were stunned, his body flashed, and he returned to the place, his hands were already pinching a person's neck.
The man's face was blue and white, obviously not fully recovering, and his eyes widened and he looked like he was a ghost.
The crowd was shocked and all became quiet.
Shangguan Ye glanced at the gloomy eyes again. Seeing that several people in the crowd changed color slightly, they were about to leave, so they gestured, then threw the person in their hands to the guards beside them, and said coldly, "
After half a stick of incense, I don’t want to see the irrelevant people outside the palace. Those who see them will be killed without mercy.”
Who is Shangguan Ye? He came over with blood. Walking on the corpse is more accustomed to walking on the soil. In this sentence, the invisible bloodthirsty aura made those people pale in an instant.
After saying that, Shangguan Ye ignored it and went straight into the royal palace and walked towards the place where Murong Qiufeng was.
Before I got close to the yard, I heard a sharp sound of the piano, which was not as melodious as usual, and a little chaotic, but there was a different feeling in the chaos, just like fighting on the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, making people listen, but it is not
I felt a little excited, but there was anger and murderous aura in the sound of the piano.
Shangguan Ye took a breath and his heart tightened. It was difficult for people like Murong Qiufeng to get angry, but it actually made him so angry that he had murderous intentions. Obviously, this matter had already passed his bottom line.
I remember that when he used him as a shield to almost kill him, he could have saved him in reverse. Such a person would never seem to have the intention to kill.
Youxiang in the yard was also extremely anxious. She looked at Murong Qiufeng, who was sitting behind the piano platform in the room with no expression, and understood what had happened. She wanted to cut the woman who framed him into pieces.
This was the first time she saw Murong Qiufeng like this. I thought he must have suffered a lot of blows and felt a little distressed.
Even the little blood wolf that was most sticking to him on weekdays was biting the corner of Youxiang's skirt, whimpering around, as if he was worried and afraid to approach, and wanted Youxiang to stop him.
Shangguan Ye walked into the yard and saw that Youxiang was standing anxiously in the big open door, looking in one direction, and the little blood wolf was also sweeping his tail anxiously.
When he noticed Shangguan Ye coming, the little blood wolf's eyes suddenly lit up, and he forgot about his usual fear of Shangguan Ye. He rushed to his feet with a whoosh and pulled his hem, as if he wanted to pull him in.
The little guy is very spiritual and very smart. Sometimes he feels that things can be seen more clearly than others.
Youxiang also noticed Shangguan Ye, turned to look at him, and was about to speak, Shangguan Ye made a gesture to her not to speak.
Youxiang could only walk out with a worried look on her face and said softly, "Prince, the young master has been like this as soon as he comes back. It's been an hour since his fingers are bleeding. I'm afraid..."
"Let him vent his anger, let me tell you what's going on." Shangguan Ye felt a little distressed when he heard this, but knew that Murong Qiufeng needed a way to vent his anger, so he did not stop him, but just bent down and picked him up.
The blood wolf signaled Youxiang to enter the study together.
Murong Qiufeng said that he was venting his anger, but he was not. He was indeed very angry, but playing the piano was just helping to clarify his thoughts, as if he played all the chaos and then found the doubts from it.
Murong Qiufeng is not really naive and stupid. Just as Shangguan Ye said, he is not a little white rabbit, but a kindergarten teacher who has not grown up. Once he matures, he will be the king of all beasts.
After a while, the sound of the piano finally stopped. Murong Qiufeng gently pressed the strings of the piano with both hands, and his white jade-like ten fingers were red. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, clear eyes.
There is no longer any at a loss in the middle, but a kind of calmness and wisdom.
During the time he played the piano, he recalled almost any details, guessed any possibility, and finally discovered many doubts. Song Lige's actions were definitely not just because of the disputes above Minghu.
A woman tried every means to set up this situation and risked destruction of reputation, just to win back her breath? It is impossible to think about it. No matter how stupid a woman is, she will not make jokes about her reputation, let alone that
Song Lige is not stupid.
And there was a third person in the room at that time. The person who had acupuncture point had good martial arts skills. He could not break through the acupuncture point technique with internal strength. When Song Lige unplugged the acupuncture point, he could also detect her martial arts skills.
Not weak.
When you think about it this way, everything seems so abnormal.
But he is not sure now, she... or should she say who their purpose is, and why, is it targeting him, or Shangguan Ye, or the Prime Minister's Mansion, or the Immortal Sword Sect.
Is it a personal grudge, a grudge in the world, or... a turmoil in the court.
If he is just targeting him, he is not worried, but he is afraid he is targeting the people around him.
As he thought about it, there seemed to be some movement on his legs. He was stunned. When he turned his head, he saw that the little thing was arching his legs. His round eyes seemed to see some worry and caution.
Murong Qiufeng felt warm immediately. He looked up and saw Shangguan Ye standing in front of him at some point, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were staring at his hands.
Murong Qiufeng followed his gaze and found the blood on his hand. He couldn't help but move his stiff fingers and wanted to withdraw his hand.
Shangguan Ye had already walked over quickly and shouted softly, "Don't move."
Then he squatted down in front of the piano table, carefully held his hand, placed the small box on the table, took out some fine cotton, and gently washed the blood stains with the potion.
Murong Qiufeng's fingers couldn't help but shrink, and his fingers were connected to his heart. He didn't feel much because the stiffness of his fingers had not yet eased. Now, when he was touched by the potion, he suddenly felt the pain reached his heart.
Shangguan Ye grabbed his hand and snorted coldly, his face extremely gloomy, but his subordinates' movements became more and more cautious.
Murong Qiufeng pursed his lips, looked at Shangguan Ye's serious expression, looked at the worry and care in his eyes, and looked at the gloom on his handsome side face, his originally bored mood suddenly became much more relaxed, the corner of his mouth