Douluo: Bingfeng rebuilt, I really didn't seduce them

Chapter 87: Kissed by Qian Renxue

Tiandou Palace, the residence of the Fourth Prince.

Xue Beng looked at his uncle in front of him, his eyes full of anticipation and madness.

When he learned that his brother's power in the court was growing and he had won over almost all officials except the neutral faction, he realized that he had lost the qualifications to compete with him for the throne.

However, he still has Uncle Xuexing who always stands by his side, so he is unwilling to give up.

Therefore, Xue Beng took a different approach and started investigating the collusion between Xue Qinghe and Spirit Hall. Although he did not get any evidence, one of the clues still made him quite excited.

That is, the little genius named "Xuan Jing" who was accepted by the prince five years ago seems to have an extremely close connection with the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

"A soul master of this age, with such similar martial soul forms, there is no doubt that they are the same person!"

Xue Beng's expression was extremely crazy, and there were even bloodshot in his eyes. "As long as this is found out, it will prove that Xue Qinghe is deeply in collusion with the Spirit Hall! By then, his power in the court will plummet, and it will be time for me, Xue Beng, to take the throne!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Looking at the crazy expression of the Fourth Prince, Prince Xuexing couldn't help but sigh and shook his head in disappointment.

"Nephew, your heart is in turmoil."

"Uncle, I am not confused. This is my only way to win!"

Xue Beng's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Xue Xing with a bit of grief and indignation in his eyes. "I'm just sad that a wise man like my father was deceived by a lackey of the Spirit Hall for so long!"

"If Xue Qinghe is allowed to take the throne, the glory of our Tiandou Empire will end with my generation, and we will become slaves of the Spirit Hall for generations to come. How can I calm down my anger?"

"Oh, my child..."

Seeing him like this, Xue Xing felt a little uncomfortable. "Although we know it very well, so far, there is no evidence to prove the relationship between the crown prince and the Spirit Hall."

"As for that Xuan Jing, he is extremely favored by His Majesty. Although he has never appeared at the same time as the Saint of the Spirit Hall, the color matching of the spirit rings and the combination of spirit skills he displayed are different from those of the Saint of the Spirit Hall."

"Your Majesty will never believe this statement..."

"uncle!"

At this time, Xue Beng interrupted him, his eyes full of confidence, "Since father doesn't believe it, then we will put the evidence in front of him!"

"The Soul Master Elite Competition in two years will be our opportunity!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Xuexing's eyes lit up.

"Nephew, you mean..."

"Yes, it's just what you think, uncle!"

Thinking of this, they, both old and young, revealed strange smiles, which were similar to Tang San's confident smile.

……

Outside the Prince's Mansion.

"Brother, I am sorry to bother you!" Ning Rongrong leaned towards her and bowed apologetically, looking at the empty Prince's Mansion with an unstoppable sense of loss in her eyes.

At this time, she had become a graceful young girl with neat short hair, skin as tender as lychee, exquisite face, and a height of about 1.65 meters.

What's more important is her temperament, she is noble and elegant, with a gentle smile on her lips, she doesn't look like the 'little witch' she was called when she was a child.

Xiaojing, he's not here again...

Thinking that she wouldn't be able to see Mu Jing again this time, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but clench the corners of her clothes, and the tears in the corners of her eyes seemed like they would fall at the next moment.

Although Sister Xu Ya and Brother Jie Ming were very kind to her, and Dugu Yan would come to take care of her from time to time, she still missed her Xiao Jing the most.

Only in front of Mu Jing did Ning Rongrong have the desire to share that she should have at her age and could act coquettishly with him to her heart's content.

"Nothing, Rongrong."

Qian Renxue, dressed in men's clothing, showed an apologetic smile. In her heart, she was also missing Xiao Jing. For the sake of Wuhun Hall, she was alone in a foreign country, playing a role that did not belong to her. For the past ten years, she had been silently enduring this loneliness.

It was not until five years ago, when Mu Jing appeared, that she finally had someone to talk to. She could hug this little brother and express her loneliness to her heart's content...

"Xiao Jing won't be gone for long. I promise Rongrong, okay?"

"Well, thank you, senior brother."

Ning Rongrong bowed to her politely, and as she turned around, she bumped into an extremely soft embrace.

It smells nice and has a slightly cool feeling.

Seeing this, she realized she had lost her composure. Just as she was about to say sorry, she looked up and saw the face she had been thinking about day and night.

"Rongrong? Be careful, what if you bump into someone and get hurt..."

As she spoke, Mu Jing rubbed her forehead lovingly and blew on it symbolically.

In Tiandou City, his attire changed slightly. Not only did he change out the blue robe given by the Spirit Hall, but his hair also only reached his shoulders to simulate the effect of his spirit skills.

Although there is little difference in appearance, judging from his temperament alone, he is completely different from when he was in the Spirit Hall. They are like gender-changed versions of each other.

"Xiao Jing..."

Looking at his face, Ning Rongrong's eyes gradually became obsessed, and then she put her arms around his neck.

Girls obviously develop faster. Mu Jing couldn't help but feel emotional when she saw Ning Rongrong, who was a head shorter than her when she was a child, but is now almost as tall as her.

"Rongrong, don't be like this, the prince is watching us..."

"Well~ I don't care, I just want to hold you!"

Ning Rongrong buried her head in his neck and kept rubbing him affectionately, causing Mu Jing's ears to be brushed by her hair, which made him feel a little itchy.

Of course, the most important thing is Qian Renxue in front of him.

At this moment, she was also very surprised to see Mu Jing coming back, but when she saw Ning Rongrong throwing herself into Xiaojing's arms as if on purpose, she immediately curled her lips in jealousy.

Seeing Xiaojing, the girl she raised, being rubbed by Rongrong like a favorite toy, she suddenly felt like her own cabbage was being eaten by a wild boar.

You little brat from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, let go of your restless hands!
"Xiao Jing, come here."

Qian Renxue tried her best to calm her jealousy, and then waved to Mu Jing in the gentle tone of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"Brother! Xiaojing is going to take me to school. If you have anything to say, just tell me in front of me~"

Seeing that Xiaojing was about to be called away, Ning Rongrong held Mu Jing's hand tightly and spoke to her pitifully and coquettishly.

Seeing that the child refused to let go, Qian Renxue became even more angry and had to take the initiative to hold Mu Jing's hand.

"Junior Sister Rongrong, listen to me. I have something important to tell Xiaojing. I will only take up a few minutes of his time."

Hearing that it was serious business, Ning Rongrong had to reluctantly let go of her hand and watched the two people's backs gradually walk into the Prince's Mansion.

"Well, what do we have to discuss inside? Really."

……

As soon as the door of the Prince's Mansion closed, Mu Jing suddenly felt a strange feeling.

This is a feeling of being a prey in the genes of soul beasts.

Qian Renxue's body was flashed with golden light, and she soon returned to her original appearance. Her long golden hair like a waterfall suddenly hit her waist.

Then, without saying a word, she pushed Mu Jing, who had not yet reacted, against the door panel and lowered her head to kiss her fiercely.

(End of this chapter)