"It can be seen that you have been lax recently. When you are in love, you are not polite. Your sister Wan'er is injured, but you can't help yourself." Murong Shun had a straight face and taught Borui a lesson.
When the little brat heard this, he immediately bowed down obediently. Qin Wan'er was amazed by his respectful attitude, and said: "It seems that you are the only one who can make Borui regain his temper."
"That's it." Murong Shun was in a good mood. He strode in with Qin Wan'er in his arms and covered Qin Wan'er with a quilt. He didn't bother anyone else and said, "I have already sent people over to see the little prince. Don't worry, my mother and concubine did not make things difficult for him."
Qin Wan'er's anxious heart was relieved, and she added: "The concubine didn't do it on purpose. She was just thinking about your safety. Don't blame her too much."
"How long has it been? No one else has thought about it." Murong Shun shook his head helplessly, "I have my own sense of propriety. My mother and concubine have always been a quiet person. This time, I must have been provoked by others, not to mention that I have been raised for many years.
, naturally I won’t blame too much.”
Qin Wan'er nodded with relief. Seeing Murong Shun about to get up and leave, she pulled Murong Shun's lapel and said, "Don't go, I'm bored alone. Come and talk to me."
This was the first time that Qin Wan'er took the initiative to ask Murong Shun to stay in bed. The beautiful woman hesitated to speak, which made Murong Shun feel itchy in her heart. She came close to Qin Wan'er's bed, and her dense breath seemed to linger around her.
Between Qin Wan'er's neck, there were waves of numbness. "A beauty invites me, how can I not allow it?"
"Pervert, wolf," Qin Wan'er pushed Murong Shun away with one hand and said coquettishly. However, because the move was too big, Qin Wan'er could not help but feel a slight pain.
Murong Shun quickly hugged Qin Wan'er, and held her in his arms distressedly, "Don't move, the wounds on your body are not healed yet, be careful of pulling them." Qin Wan'er saw Murong Shun caring so much about her, and a happy smile filled her face.
, and snuggled into Murong Shun's arms.
Night falls, shrouding the palace lanes that have a history of hundreds of years. The Changxin Palace lanterns are kept on all night long, and the cold wind blows, bringing a biting chill, which makes Murong Xiao, who is sitting on the dragon chariot, slightly agitated.
Trembling now, he has become the master of this huge palace complex, and is no longer the helpless little prince he used to be.
"Bang" thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, drawing out a very long arc, which immediately shocked Murong Shun.
It was also such a thunderstorm night. I hid behind the curtain of Zhaoyang Palace and watched my father go crazy and stab his mother in a pool of blood. At that time, I was only eight years old. Looking at my mother's
The blood stained the ground red, leaving a lingering nightmare for myself.
However, one fact that no one knew was that his father had gone crazy. Murong Shun looked at his hands and saw that the light blood looked extremely healthy. However, little did he know that the blood might be contaminated with poison. Maybe one day, he would be the same.
Like my father, he will die in the madness
"Your Majesty, Shouning Palace has arrived." The young eunuch opened the curtain and helped Murong Shun down. Another eunuch of the ceremony announced
Murong Shun just gradually woke up from his memories, his face softened a little, but suddenly he felt that he was sweating profusely. When he entered the palace, he saw the noble concubine kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, holding a rosary and praying.