Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Murong Lin took care of the food in the palace alone.

Under arrangement, he slept in the yard where he was a child.

Murong Lin had no one he wanted to see. When he was a child, he spent most of his time in this small courtyard.

When he woke up in the morning, looking at the dilapidated small courtyard, Murong Lin felt a little emotional, and then he used his spiritual power to directly destroy the dilapidated courtyard and left.

A group of patrolling guards in the palace rushed over and asked, "His Royal Highness, the Third Prince, what's wrong? What happened?"

Murong Lin waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay. It's just that I went crazy just now and the yard was destroyed. You can find someone to repair it."

A group of guards looked at each other with a few black lines sliding down their foreheads.

Obsessed?

Can it be exaggerated a little more?

But they didn't dare to stop the third prince, so they had no choice but to let him leave.

With a casual look on his face, Murong Lin came to his sedan chair and saw Old Man Bai standing there waiting for him.

Murong Lin waved his hand and said, "Let's go back home first."

Just as he finished speaking, Old Man Bai stepped forward, handed Murong Lin an invitation letter, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, this is an invitation letter sent by Wang Renmei of the Wang family."

Murong Lin glanced at the blue invitation letter in Old Man Bai's hand, and he could see it clearly with a scan of his consciousness.

Wang Renmei is also the "painting fairy" among the four beauties in the capital. She is good at the art of painting with pen and ink. Although she is not strong, she has a gentle and calm temperament and is independent of the world, which is deeply admired by everyone.

She usually stays in the Wang family, and occasionally comes to paint in the most beautiful and elegant places in the capital. At that time, thousands of people watch, and it is regarded as a wonder in the capital.

Coupled with her outstanding appearance, pure posture, and charming eyes, Wang Renmei is deeply loved by both men and women, and most people in the capital admire her.

Murong Lin actually had an encounter with Wang Renmei. After drinking tea in the teahouse last time, he asked Old Man Bai to ask for some tea leaves. Later, he found out that the owner of the tea leaves was Wang Renmei from the Wang family.

Now Wang Renmei has sent out invitations, inviting some people to the place where she often paints to appreciate her paintings.

But it's never that simple.

Murong Lin raised his brows slightly, thinking a lot in his heart, and then said to Old Man Bai: "I won't go back home now. I'll go to Yafeng Xiaozhu."

Yafeng Xiaozhu is the gathering place this time.

As the most beautiful place in the capital, this is not something you can get into if you have money.

But it is not a novelty for Wang Renmei of the Wang family to book the venue here.

Murong Lin got off the sedan and was led by a maid to a garden, which was full of flowers from the Yan Kingdom. All kinds of flowers from all over the world could be seen here, and the green grass was thus rendered colorful.

In the center of the garden is a pavilion, two stories in size. Wang Renmei is sitting at the top painting, and next to her, a group of women are gathered chatting.

On the ground, there are many seats and tables, with food and wine on them, and maids shuttle among them to serve the gentlemen present.

Murong Lin glanced around and saw Ma Jianchou's table and walked over to it. He sat down casually and asked, "What's going on? Why did Wang Renmei send us an invitation letter when she was painting today?"

Ma Jianchou said with a profound look on his face: "Oh, this matter is a long story."

Murong Lin kicked him over and said with a smile, "Did I give you face?"

Ma Jianchou leaned forward to avoid the blow, smiled and rubbed his butt, and said: "I don't know either. Such a big thing happened recently, and I didn't even plan to go out, but after a while It sounds like Wang Renmei personally sent the invitation, so of course I want to come!”

He glanced at the other three people next to him and said: "Wang Renmei called out all the famous second-generation people in the capital, and even booked such a big venue herself. I don't know what she wants to do."

Li Mingdao saw Ma Jianchou looking at him with disgust, and immediately cursed: "Go ahead, fat man, what's your look like? Do you look down on me, a poor second generation?"

Murong Lin shook his head, ignoring the quarrel between the two of them, and looked at Wang Renmei who was lowering his head to paint on the second floor of the pavilion, and then scanned the surrounding environment.

The people present no longer divided circles according to their previous relationships. After all, they were all divided by the princes they supported before. But now that four princes were gone, a large group of people instantly lost their backbone, and the scene was in chaos.

Murong Lin took a sip of wine, thinking about Wang Renmei's tea in his mind.

At this time, Wang Renmei nodded, put down the brush in her hand, dried the ink on the painting, and then slowly lifted the painting to show it to the sisters behind her. The sisters screamed wildly, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience. The force passed.

Murong Lin was not interested in paintings, so he did not rush up to admire Wang Renmei's masterpiece. He sat cross-legged and suddenly felt a gaze looking at him from behind. He turned his head instantly, but did not see anyone.

Looking at the attic behind him, Murong Lin frowned and turned back to think.

My sixth sense is definitely not wrong. Someone was definitely observing me secretly just now, or maybe everyone was secretly observing me.

Scanning with my own divine sense of the Ten Thousand Phases Realm, I still can't find anything. Either it is much stronger than myself, or it masters some kind of secret magic skill.

Murong Lin did not move rashly, but sat normally.

Wait.

He determined that this was the reason why Wang Renmei sent an invitation letter to gather everyone here today.

Finally, when the crowd around Wang Renmei slowly dispersed, she clapped her hands and shouted: "Everyone, I believe you are aware of the major events that have happened recently. I have called you here today just to discuss it."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and started talking among themselves.

"What does Fairy Danqing mean? Does she want us to help find the Blood Spirit Society?"

"No way? Although the Blood Spirit Society is not strong, it has committed such a big thing this time. Almost the entire Yan Kingdom's forces have gathered in the capital to look for trouble with the Blood Spirit Society. Where are we still needed?"

"That's right. I think the Blood Spirit Society must have some big ulterior secret when they come to Beijing this time!"

Wang Renmei looked at the discussion among the people underground and said helplessly: "Although this matter has nothing to do with anyone, after all, finding the Blood Spirit Society as soon as possible can eliminate the danger as soon as possible. After all, the Blood Spirit Society is hidden in the capital like a thunderbolt. I hope you can help me.”

Someone asked: "Fairy Danqing, how can we help you?"

Everyone looked at the man who spoke eagerly, and the man lowered his head shyly.

Wang Renmei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, clapped her hands and said, "I still need someone's help in this matter.

Come out, sister Hai Miao, brother Tang Bei.

Also, His Highness the Seventh Prince. ”*

Chapter 51: Looking for the Dragon Ring

Behind everyone, three figures slowly walked out of the attic that Murong Lin had observed earlier.

Two thin people on the left and right supported a very weak person in the middle.

It was Lu Haimiao, Tang Pei and the seventh prince Murong Xing.

Lu Haimiao was wearing a clean skirt with a calm expression, while Tang Pei was wearing white clothes with a gloomy face, his head lowered and silent.

The person being supported by the two of them was Murong Xing. He looked pale, as if he had been seriously injured and had not yet recovered. He was staggering, but fortunately he was supported by the two of them.

Everyone watched blankly as the three people slowly walked up to them, and there was silence.

Fortunately, Lu Haimiao and Tang Pei were not very familiar to everyone.

But Seventh Prince Murong Xing is definitely familiar to many people.

Who doesn't know that Murong Xing is both civil and military?

Who doesn't know that Murong Xing disappeared in the low-lying valley?

Now seeing a missing or even dead person appear in front of them, everyone's thoughts were interrupted at first, and then they slowly recovered.

"Then, is that His Highness the Seventh Prince? He is still alive!"

"Oh my God! His Highness the Seventh Prince is fine! I heard that the other three princes have been confirmed dead."

"Bah! Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, has his own destiny. God is blessing him."

"But why is he here? Why doesn't he go back to the palace first?"

Everyone was talking and looking shocked. Some people who were close friends with Murong Xing came forward to accompany him, asking about his welfare and looking worried.

Murong Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Pei beside Murong Xing. He just looked at him for a while and then stopped.

He was now sure that it was Tang Pei who was secretly observing him before.

After all, Tang Zong people's mental strength and hiding skills are quite good.

It's just that Murong Lin didn't expect that Murong Xing could actually come out of the low-lying valley alive and get to know Tang Pai and come to the capital together.

Lu Haimiao and Tang Pei were seen helping Murong Xing to Wang Renmei's side. Murong Xing slowly sat down, looked at everyone, and slowly said: "Murong Xing has met you all."

The group of people below said hurriedly that it didn't matter, their eyes looked at Murong Xing eagerly, either with concern, fascination, confusion, or calmness.

Wang Renmei clapped her hands and asked everyone to calm down, and then she said: "His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince came to the capital today with Sister Hai Miao and Brother Tang Bian. He is still seriously injured, and the real culprit behind the scenes, the Seventh Prince His Highness and little brother Tang Pei already have methods of identification."

Tang Pai slowly stepped forward and raised a red crystal in his hand.

Everyone looked at each other, some of them turned pale when they recognized him, and the seventh prince also had gloomy eyes.

"What is this? Does it feel powerful?"

"I'll go! Could it be that thing? The Dragon God Crystal!"

"Is this the Dragon God Crystal?!"

Tang Pai looked at the crowd below who were whispering and talking, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, then stabilized, he held up the Dragon God Crystal and said, "Yes, this is the Dragon God Crystal."

Then he picked up a ring on his hand and said: "This is a dragon-seeking ring that I made using some of the breath of the Dragon God Crystal. You can use it to sense the breath of the Dragon God Crystal, but at least It has to be within three hundred meters. The closer you get, the stronger the light will be."

Tang Pei demonstrated it, and everyone understood it instantly.

Some smart people have noticed it a long time ago and asked: "His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, do you want us to find the Dragon God Crystal?"