One is because Long Ming wants to stay in Huanyun Kingdom and deal with the thousands of spies left behind by Huanyun Kingdom. The affairs are still quite busy.
In the palace, Long Ming and Murong Feixue sat across the table. On the bright red candlestick, the candlelight slowly swayed in the breeze, reflecting the two jade-like faces. Their eyebrows conveyed affection...
Maybe they haven't realized it yet, but since they practiced the Seventy-two Levels of Luanfeng and Mingjian, their tacit understanding and relationship have skyrocketed. Even if they have to be separated temporarily for a few days, there is a feeling that they are inseparable.
"Feixue, what are you thinking about?" Long Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a smile on his face.
"I'm thinking that the Qianjia's spies and gangsters can't be eliminated in a day or two, right?" Murong Feixue asked worriedly.
Hearing this, there was a cynical smile on Long Ming's handsome and charming face. He seemed to be serious and said half-jokingly, "Maybe others can't do it, but I am your husband, so naturally it's not a problem!"
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"What a mouthful..." Murong Feixue said angrily.
Murong Feixue smiled tenderly, and then she heard Long Ming's throat roll, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously. His eyes stared at Murong Feixue, and they became darker and darker...
"Dong dong dong..." A hurried knock on the door suddenly broke the romantic and quiet atmosphere.
Murong Feixue and Long Ming heard the sound and stood up immediately. They came to the door and took a look. They saw a eunuch-looking man, holding up his skirt before he had time to put it down. He was panicking like a headless chicken and looked very anxious.
"What happened?" Long Ming frowned and asked in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, Prince Long! Your Majesty, please come over if you have something to do..." The eunuch just looked at Long Ming, and when he saw Murong Feixue, he immediately lowered his head. Obviously, the Emperor only wanted to summon Long Ming.
"Feixue, wait for me here, I'll be back soon!" Long Ming understood, turned back and raised an eyebrow at Murong Feixue, and said with a smile on his face.
Murong Feixue nodded and went back to the house to wait...
Looking up, it was already night. The whole room was gradually getting dark. Only the cool moonlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains. It was a quiet night and people's perception seemed to have become more sensitive in the darkness. Outside the window
, I can always feel that there is a pair of strange eyes staring at me vaguely. It gives people an extremely eerie feeling...
"Who is outside the window?" Murong Feixue asked tentatively with her thin lips slightly parted.
It's just that after the words were spoken for a long time, there was only the cold wind howling, but no one answered. The atmosphere was gloomy and strange...
Under the invisible window of Murong Feixue, only a blood-red shadow was seen, stirring like running water. It left quietly and stopped behind the rockery not far away. It gradually changed into Qian Zhihan's appearance.
"Murong Feixue, just wait for me! The show will start soon..."
After finishing speaking, Qian Zhihan raised a bloodthirsty sneer on her thin lips and turned away from Murong Feixue's window. Murong Feixue felt something strange and opened the door to look. But she only saw an empty courtyard. There was no sign...
In the early morning of the next day, Long Ming returned after a long journey, with endless nostalgia on his face and dim eyes, as if he had worked hard all night and was exhausted from running around.
"What happened?" Murong Feixue was suddenly startled. Looking at Long Ming in front of him, he couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.
