Looking at Su Yueming, who was obviously frightened but still as cold as ice in her arms, Murong Canghai suddenly let go of his hand, and she fell off the horse unpreparedly, letting out a muffled groan in pain.
The bottle of love potion in the sleeve also fell out, rolled around a few times, and landed next to the horse's hoof. The horse was curious and kicked it a few times.
Murong Canghai seemed to be a god who dominated everything in the world. He looked down at the struggling woman on the ground, showing no pity for her.
"..." He jumped up with his long legs, got off the horse neatly, bent one knee, squatted on the ground, picked up the bottle, pulled out the bottle cap with a snap, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, evil and cold and arrogant
There was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, and he said, "As the Right Chancellor, Tangtang always had things in his mind that were not worthy of publicity. Is Xuanyuan Qihuang the only one with such pustules around him? No wonder, the Great Zhou Dynasty was not as good as one day.
It’s been a day, and now it’s up to a woman to seize the treasure map.”
Su Yueming's hands tightly grasped the weeds under her body, and the palms of her hands had been cut deeply by the weeds, which hurt a lot.
She had to admit that every word Murong Canghai said was accurate——
The reason why the Great Zhou Dynasty was declining day by day, and the serious disasters that caused the treasury to be empty was just a symptom. The most important reason was that officials protected each other, collusion between officials and businessmen, corruption was serious, and the princes in the court had their own agendas, and the East Palace was attacked from both sides.
These are all chronic diseases that have accumulated during the twenty-three years of the emperor's reign. The prince is now working to rectify this mess. Unfortunately, the time is too short and no significant results have been seen yet.
Murong Canghai walked to Su Yueming's side, raised his hand, and pinched Su Yueming's chin. With a gentle force, her mouth was forced to open——
Seeing his hand holding the bottle getting closer and closer to her lips, the indifference on her face finally collapsed. She shook her head desperately and said -
"No, no, no."
Seeing the panic on her face, Murong Canghai's face clearly showed a look of satisfaction.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, drawing an arc in mid-air, and the bottle fell into the grass with a bang and disappeared.
At the same time, his whole body pressed towards her like a towering mountain, pressing her under him. Su Yueming immediately felt that he was surrounded by a strong aura that could not be ignored.
He suddenly pinched her chin tightly, as if to punish her, and brought his lips close to hers, ravaging and biting her hard.
"Oh, let go, let go..." The more she struggled, the more he plundered her. He exuded a domineering and arrogant aura, as if he was treating her like a city and wanted to capture her in one fell swoop.
Murong Canghai was like crazy, his big hands moved around her soft body, and his fingertips penetrated into her skirt. He exerted force with his hand, only to hear a hissing sound, and she felt a bone-chilling chill on her shoulders.
He tore her dress to pieces, opened his mouth and bit her shoulder.
"Ah!" She raised her head and shouted.
"Murong Canghai! Let her go!"
At this time, a voice suddenly came, which made Su Yueming's heart tremble suddenly, and he turned his head and looked forward.
I saw a thick cloud of dust rising high, and behind the dust I could only hear the sound of galloping horse hooves and a blur of human figures.
Close, close.
She saw it!
It's the prince!
He's coming!
Dressed in white clothes, he stood on a horse, exuding unparalleled majesty and domineering power. His eyes tightened, and there was a sense of nobility and elegance between his brows.