On the ground, the yellow fallen leaves were dyed red.
His whitened lips were slightly opened, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips. He swayed a few times and fell straight to the ground.
With a clang, the Blue Water Sword fell from his palm.
He opened his eyes, and the hand covering his chest dropped weakly, "You...you actually poisoned me."
Rong Chu chuckled lightly.
Click click click, the golden short boots crushed the fallen leaves on the ground.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Even the fragrance of Biluochun cannot dispel it.
Rong Chu walked up to Chong Hua, squatted down, and watched with a half-smile as the blood seeping out of his chest gradually turned purple.
Shui's gleaming eyes were filled with coldness, and his voice was as cold as if it came from a distant hell, "Didn't I tell you that my sword is always poisonous? Chonghua, you know what your biggest shortcoming is.
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Luck came to the palm, and when the palm fell, the person lying on the ground let out a muffled groan, and fainted for the first time.
Rong Chu slowly retracted his hand, stood up slowly, turned around, and the cold voice seemed to come from a very far away place, "You think you know me very well, but based on this alone, you are destined to be the loser.
Mu Yanxi didn't look back and fell down on the wooden bed with her eyes closed.
"Princess, are you okay?"
Hearing the unexpected voice, Mu Yanxi immediately opened her eyes.
Yun Wu and Yun Xia walked down the stone steps, took a few steps to the bedside, helped her up and looked her up and down, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has captured Chonghua and his party, let's get out of here quickly."
Chonghua was captured?
Mu Yanxi was stunned, nodded, and left with the two of them.
Chonghua and his party were captured and imprisoned by Rong Chu.
"Yan Xi, how do you think I should deal with him?"
Rong Chu fiddled with the strings gently, his tone was very calm, and there was no deliberate intention, as if he was talking about this topic casually.
A layer of white plaster was applied to the smooth and slender neck. He was injured during the fight with Chonghua. Although the injury was not serious, a long gash was made by the Bishui Sword.
On the table where the guzheng was placed, Mu Yanxi had just put on the armor. After hearing these words, the movements in his hands stopped for a few seconds.
Rong Chu calmly took in her reaction, and a hint of coldness flashed through his eyes very quickly.
Mu Yanxi straightened the guzheng in front of the table, turned her head and smiled at him. Her tone was indifferent, and there was nothing unusual about it, "I have nothing to say about this matter. I think you already have a plan in mind."
"But I still want to hear your opinion." Rong Chu also turned his head and looked at him, with a slight smile on his lips, "My father means to kill him to avoid future troubles."
No matter how calm she was, her expression still showed subtle changes.
Even though the two of them were already strangers, she didn't want Chonghua to die no matter what.
Emperor Yun's decision is understandable.
Chonghua is the last bloodline of the Chu royal family, and he wants revenge. Such people are a hidden danger and threat to Emperor Yun, and eradicating the roots is the best way.