"When you arrive in the capital, you are also my guest. If you don't come back all night, you will inevitably be worried." Murong Jing also said it very politely, standing on the steps in front of the door, with elegant clothes and deep eyes, pretending to be casual.
Next, pay attention to Xiaobao's expression.
Xiaobao said coldly: "Are you worried that I will leave without saying a word?"
Murong Jing's lips curled up slightly, and after a moment, he said calmly: "That's right. Because you are Chuxue's hope now."
"You are honest." Xiaobao stepped into the house without even looking at the tonics.
Murong Jing narrowed his eyes coldly, lowered his eyelids secretly, and then walked into the house.[
Don't underestimate this step, it may not matter to ordinary people, but he is Murong Jing, the emperor of Beiwan.
It takes a lot of courage to step into this house.
It was a kind of lowliness and humiliation, or in other words, when he stepped in, he also gave up the imperial self-esteem that had always been condensed in him.
Speaking of which, he was following Xiaobao.
This is nothing for ordinary people, but if it were him, he would appear to be a little less upright than Xiaobao.
However, Murong Jing followed.
Once upon a time, was there any outsider who made him bow his head?
Even in the beginning, in order to get Shen Su'er back, he still decided to fight Xiaobao, knowing that he would die. Now for Chuxue, he covered up his sharp edge and followed an outsider? How could this kind of feeling be like a liang?
The sentence can be explained clearly.
"Have you ever thought about catching me? Then...my brother can be saved?"
"I have thought about it. However, there is no way to succeed."
"Haha!..." Xiaobao laughed. He didn't know whether Murong Jing was really stupid or pretending to be stupid for saying such things at such a time. However, it cannot be denied that Murong Jing spoke frankly and frankly, which made him listen.
It felt comfortable, not nauseating, and even his habit of wanting to laugh at it didn't give him a chance.
Murong Jing just sat down quietly, placing one hand gently on the tea table, tapping with his slender fingers. Every word he said today, and every word Xiaobao said, he pondered in his heart several times.
To a certain extent, he knew a little about Xiaobao's personality, after all, he had interacted with him several times.
He seeks help from Xiaobao, so he will naturally not do anything that would disgust or offend Xiaobao.