Princess Zhaoxue reborn

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Hearing Murong Zhaoxue's words again, Murong Ziyi stopped his weird smile and looked at her. His expression returned to normal, but his eyes became a little darker. He stopped talking and just looked at her.

Situ Chen raised his eyes slightly, and with a flash of figure, he blocked Murong Ziyi's gaze. His Xueer did not allow others to look at her like this.

"Xue'er, it's time for the emperor to worry. Let's go to the Yangxin Hall." She lowered her head and looked at Murong Zhaoxue, her eyes full of doting.

Murong Zhaoxue looked at him, smiled slightly, nodded, put her hand around his wrist, glanced at Murong Ziyi again, and said softly: "Cousin, if you want to see uncle, just come with us."

Situ Chen also glanced at Murong Ziyi, held Murong Zhaoxue's slender hand with his slender jade hands, turned around, and headed towards the Hall of Cultivation of Heart.

Murong Ziyi's eyes slowly narrowed, the blood in his left arm had stopped, but for some reason, his heart was aching, and he was so depressed that he didn't know how to express it. He could only watch Murong Zhaoxue's arm quietly.

As Situ Chen left, the tightly clasped hands stung his eyes.

"Master, what should we do?" Murong Ziyi's men glanced at him contemptuously and immediately lowered their heads, not daring to speculate on their master's thoughts.

After the guard asked, he did not receive any response from Murong Ziyi. Murong Ziyi still looked at the two people who were already on the horse, his eyes becoming erratic.

The atmosphere became a bit strange, Murong Ziyi said nothing, and his subordinates did not dare to speak.

After a long time, until Situ Chen and Murong Zhaoxue disappeared around the corner, Murong Ziyi withdrew his eyes and spoke.

"Go to the Yangxin Palace."

After just four words, he ignored the wound on his left arm, jumped on his horse, and galloped away to the Yangxin Hall.

The guards looked at each other for a few times, then got on their horses and followed. They were dead soldiers, that is, they were sworn to protect and be loyal to their master.

The Hall of Cultivation——

In the inner palace, the maids kept coming in and out, and water kept coming in, and blood kept coming out.

Murong Yuan sat on the bright dragon chair with a deep expression on his face. He was worried about Murong Zhaoxue and thinking about the current situation.

A young eunuch standing quietly by the side saw Murong Yuan's expression, blinked, hesitated for a moment, and quietly retreated to the side hall. After a while, he held a cup of tea in his hand, walked to Murong Yuan's side, and drank the tea lightly.

He gently placed him in front of Murong Yuan and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Princess Zhaoxue has her own destiny, and nothing will happen to her."

Murong Yuan raised his eyes and saw the young eunuch. His brows furrowed slightly. This young eunuch was good at guessing people's hearts, but he had no impression of him. He lowered his eyes to the tea cup in front of him, sighed lightly, and did not do anything.

"Hey——" At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded at the door of Yangxin Hall.

Murong Yuan immediately turned his attention to the door of the main hall. After a while, he saw Situ Chen and Murong Zhaoxue wiping their hands and walking in. Seeing that Murong Zhaoxue was safe and sound, Murong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. If something happened to Xue'er, then he should

How to face the royal sister.

"Situ Chen (Murong Zhaoxue) comes to see the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."

Situ Chen and Murong Zhaoxue both knelt down and saluted Murong Yuan, very solemnly.

Murong Yuan nodded, understanding why the two of them were like this, and waved his hand: "Chen'er and Xue'er, please get up."

"Long live my emperor, long live the emperor." The two of them stood up to express their gratitude.

Murong Zhaoxue kept Xiao Wan in mind. After getting up, she looked towards the inner palace. When she saw the blood brought out by the palace maids, her eyes tightened and she immediately bowed to Murong Yuan: "Your Majesty, Rong Zhaoxue enters the inner palace. Please wait a moment."

I’ll report it later.”

Murong Yuan nodded naturally and waved his hand: "Go."

Murong Zhaoxue immediately walked to the inner hall. As soon as he entered the inner hall, Murong Ziya came to greet him.

"Zhaoxue, are you okay?" Murong Ziya pulled Murong Zhaoxue and looked him up and down.

Murong Zhaoxue shook her head and looked at Xiaowan who was lying on the dragon couch. She saw that Xiaowan's face was pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was muttering something in her mouth. Only when she got closer could she hear:

Master...Master, be careful...

The imperial doctor was bandaging Xiaowan. When he saw Murong Zhaoxue approaching, he was about to salute, but was stopped by Murong Zhaoxue, so he concentrated more on bandaging. This little woman could lie on the dragon bed, and Zhaoxue County

It must be very important for the Lord to attach such great importance to it, and there is no room for carelessness.

"Don't worry, Princess. Xiaowan's life is not in danger. She will be fine if she rests for another three or four months." Aunt Feng stood aside and said when she saw Murong Zhaoxue's worried look.

Murong Zhaoxue nodded, and when she saw Xiaowan's pale face, she felt heartbroken and moved. It had been less than half a year since Xiaowan entered the Leng Mansion, and she had already been injured twice. How old must it be today?

Only with courage can he stand in front of her and take the sword for her... After the matter in the capital is settled, he will go to Xiaowan's hometown to vindicate Xiaowan's father...

After the imperial doctor carefully bandaged it, he saluted Murong Zhaoxue: "I am here to see you, Princess."

"There is no need for the imperial doctor to be polite. Please ask the imperial doctor to prescribe the medicine first." Aunt Feng said that Xiaowan would be fine, so there was no need to ask more questions. She just asked the imperial doctor to prescribe the medicine for her convenience.

Xiaowan's injury was on her chest, which was wrapped around with white gauze, and only a faint trace of blood could be seen.

The maid came forward, covered Xiaowan with a quilt, and stood aside quietly.

"Zhaoxue, how is the situation outside?" Murong Ziya saw that Xiaowan's matter was settled, so she asked Murong Zhaoxue. She wanted to ask how Murong Ziyi was, but she didn't know how to ask.

Murong Zhaoxue looked at her, knowing clearly what she wanted to ask: "Ziya, don't worry, the situation will be stable soon. As for cousin Ziyi, it depends on how he decides."

"How to choose?" Murong Ziya was a little confused, not understanding what Zhaoxue said.

Murong Zhaoxue, however, stopped talking, glanced at Xiaowan who was sleeping lightly, and said to Aunt Feng: "Master, I would like to ask you to take care of Xiaowan for a while."

Aunt Feng nodded: "Princess, please feel free to deal with other matters."

Murong Zhaoxue nodded: "Thank you, Master." He turned around and walked towards the outer hall.

Murong Ziya hurriedly followed him out. Although she had no intentions, she also knew that the mistake her brother committed just now could be regarded as a crime of treason, punishable by death.

Murong Zhaoxue and Murong Ziya walked to the outer hall and saw Murong Ziyi kneeling in the center of the main hall without saying a word. Murong Yuan, who was directly above him, looked at Murong Ziyi with a sullen face.

The main hall was silent and depressing. No one spoke or dared to speak.

Murong Ziya secretly glanced at Murong Yuan, approached Murong Zhaoxue, and gently pulled her sleeves.

Murong Zhaoxue looked back and looked at Murong Ziya, and saw her begging look, innocent and pitiful. She shook her head slightly, feeling helpless. Murong Ziyi was always her cousin, just because of Ziya's face.

, she can't just sit back and ignore it.

He reached out and patted Murong Ziya gently, gave her a reassuring smile, let go of her hand, walked to the center, and saluted Murong Yuan: "Uncle Zhaoxue."

Only then did Murong Yuan notice Murong Zhaoxue, his expression softened a bit, and he asked: "How is the maid Xue'er?"

"Thank you for your concern, uncle. Xue'er's maid is fine." Murong Zhaoxue replied with a smile.

Murong Yuan nodded: "That's good." He looked at Murong Ziyi again, was silent for a moment, and waved his hand: "Come here, take this traitor down and temporarily lock him up in the sect's mansion."

"Yes." Immediately, the imperial guards responded, stepped forward and detained Murong Ziyi.

Murong Ziyi's soldiers had already listened to the order and put down their weapons outside the palace, and were detained by the imperial guards. Seeing that their master was being held, they were helpless.

"Uncle, can you please listen to Zhaoxue first?" Murong Zhaoxue glanced at Murong and then called to Murong Yuan.

Murong Yuan and Murong Ziyi both flashed their eyes and looked at Murong Zhaoxue.

There was a hint of hope and a hint of joy in Murong Ziyi's eyes.

Murong Yuan waved his hand to signal the imperial guards to stop, and looked at Murong Zhaoxue: "What does Xue'er have to say?"

"Uncle, the situation in the palace is not yet stable. Xiao Yunhan still has remnants of his party. I'm afraid that the number of the imperial guards is not enough..." After a pause, he looked at Murong Yuan, then at Murong Ziyi, and then said: "Cousin Ziyi is in the palace.

There should be more than fifty guards, and I believe the situation will be stabilized soon."

Murong Yuan also looked at Murong Ziyi, how could he not know, but this rebellious son dared to bring the guards into the palace without permission, and also intended to stop Zhao Xue and Situ Chen. He also knew what his intention was...

Murong Zhaoxue knew what Murong Yuan was thinking, so she spoke again, but to Murong Ziyi: "Cousin Ziyi, are you willing to take your bodyguards to capture the thieves and stabilize the situation."

Murong Ziyi has been escorted by the imperial guards and stands opposite Murong Zhaoxue. She lowers her head slightly and looks at Murong Zhaoxue. Her face is still so beautiful, as if with a faint smile, and her reddish lips make people unable to resist kissing her...

…

As he was looking at it, a figure suddenly blocked his sight. He knew without thinking that it must be Situ Chen.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Murong Ziyi's lips... He, Murong Ziyi, has always boasted that he is smart... but he doesn't know when he started to lose his heart. He fell in love with him and never liked him very much.

, and even women who grew up fighting each other from childhood... What's even more tragic... When he vaguely knew that he fell in love with that woman, he was still struggling, doubting whether he really fell in love with her... No

He made half an effort and fought for it...until in the end, he watched her go to another man, smile happily at other men, and hold other men's hands... did he realize that he really fell in love with her... That

A tingling feeling came from his heart... He couldn't help himself...

"Xue'er doesn't have to say good things to him anymore. Seeing him like this, he won't agree...that's all, take him to the clan's mansion..." Murong Yuan looked at Murong Ziyi and saw that he didn't say a word and was stunned.

, said somewhat impatiently.

"Brother Imperial, please agree." After hearing what Murong Yuan said, Murong Ziya didn't care much and hurriedly walked to Murong Ziyi's side and called out.

Murong Ziyi finally came back to her senses, glanced at Situ Chen, and then looked at Murong Zhaoxue as if through Situ Chen.

Situ Chen also looked at Murong Ziyi. How could he not know what Murong Ziyi thought about Xue'er? He certainly didn't allow Murong Ziyi to look at his Xue'er with that look.

Murong Zhaoxue gently held Situ Chen's hand, walked to Situ Chen's side, and looked at Murong Ziyi: "Cousin Ziyi, how are you?"

Murong Ziyi took a deep look at her, turned around, faced Murong Yuan, knelt down half-kneeling, and held his hands in his hands: "Father, I am willing to make meritorious deeds and stabilize the situation for my father!"