The frightened horse immediately ran wildly. A large group of men in black emerged from somewhere, and they waved their swords toward Rong Yanran and their group. The second prince was also besieged by a group of people and had no time to distract themselves to help.

Seeing that the corpses of the men in black were increasing, Ouyang Chen and the other three were outnumbered, Rong Yanran said calmly: "wentdown!" The three men in Ouyang squatted down quickly when they heard the sound. Before the surprised man in black had time to recover, he began to twitch all over and rolled to the ground, foaming at the mouth, as miserable as it would be.

Ouyang Chen said in a panic: "Fortunately we communicated the secret code before, otherwise this would be the end. But Yanran, you must let them die so scary, right?"

Rong Yanran was holding a pill bag in her hand and said aggrievedly: "It's still in the experimental stage, I will definitely improve it. If you are poisoned, I will definitely save you! Now let's enjoy the second prince's kung fu." Her expression and voice were quite like watching a show.

Murong Xiang, who was fighting with others, listened to the conversation between the two without saying a word, with gloomy eyes that could kill people. He glared at the man in black in front of him, and the leader of the man in black led the rest to run away, as without a trace as when he came.

Not long after the man in black retreated, a Beijing official came with a group of soldiers: "The prince atones for his sins, and I am late to save him."

Murong Xiang snorted coldly: "It's too late. I'm going to wait for you to save you, and I'm afraid I'll be dead."

The Beijing official stood there in sweat, motionless.

Murong Xiang ignored him and walked directly to Rong Yanran and the others who had landed on the ground. A man in black blocked his way. He kicked away impatiently and walked to her: "Miss Six is ​​very capable, I almost couldn't handle it. I didn't expect it to be easily solved by you."

The voice was as cold as if it was frozen to death. Rong Yanran would not foolishly think that it was praising her: "Prince, your martial arts skills are the best in the world. If you weren't there to block it, how could my sub-plot be used?"

Murong Xiang looked at the group of men in black lying on the ground and sighed in his heart: The tricks of carving insects can also take the heads of people thousands of miles away, and can even be used properly to surpass thousands of soldiers. Her ability to use poison is much better than before. It's just that. If she can still use it for herself, then he won't care about everything in the past, otherwise he can only kill her, otherwise it will be a powerful threat to him if it falls on his opponent.

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The seventh prince Murong Xuan walked like the wind, his clear-out face could not hide his anxiety, and the black hair next to his forehead floated back.

In front of the imperial study, several father-in-law and palace maids stood there silently and respectfully, and could faintly hear the voices of the old emperor and Murong An.

The head father-in-law came up to stop him: "Seventh Prince, the Emperor..."

"I don't want to die and get out of here!" His sharp eyes shot over, scaring the father-in-law so much that he stopped there and dared not speak.

Murong Xuan stepped into the imperial study a few steps and heard the emperor's roar of hatred: "Are you my son? Just letting his beloved woman follow others?"

"Father, my son-in-law hopes that she can be happy. He willingly marry my son-in-law, not because of the imperial edict." Murong An said hesitantly without confidence.

The emperor also saw his shake. For the sake of his son's happiness, he used his power to suppress others. Anyway, no one's power could be greater than that of him: "You said to me with confidence that when you conquer her, I'll invite me to marry you. Look at how you look now. Are you just giving up someone? What you shed is the blood of my Murong family in your bones..."

Murong An was not that noble either. He knew that his father did this to make Rong Yanran hate him, and he really wanted her to know that he had advised his father but failed.

Murong Xuan, who was waiting behind the door, couldn't listen, so he pushed open the door, took three steps and went to Murong An, kneeling down loudly before the emperor said "get out", and knelt side by side with Murong An.

Murong Xuan went straight in one fell swoop: "Father, I heard that Prime Minister Rong's sixth lady has been found, and I came to ask my father to give me a marriage."

The old emperor was so angry that his beard shook: "It's just a person who looks a bit like Rong Zheng's daughter. His daughter died when she married He Liefeng that day."

Murong Xuan noticed that his eyes dodged and snorted coldly. He really felt sorry for his ninth brother the most. He knew the truth but came to deceive himself. Perhaps the assassination that day was a member of the father's sect. "Father, the son-in-law's intention towards Prime Minister Rong's sixth daughter is well known to everyone in the capital. The father knows even if she is just a substitute, the son-in-law is willing to marry her."

The old emperor angrily slapped the table: "Everyone of you will be angry to death. There are more women in the world, and you all like the same one!" The palms and backs of hands are all flesh. Even though he loves the ninth son more, what the seventh son said is true. He loves that girl in a daze and never uses his power to force her to be a wife. Even his father is moved, but he doesn't appreciate it.

Murong An suddenly made a fuss and the planned plot changed drastically. He said softly: "Brother Seven, Ran'er has someone he likes, and will not marry you." His voice was filled with a faint helplessness and sorrow.

"Oh? Is that right?" Murong Xuan glanced at him and said to the high emperor: "Father, my son is not as broad as my ninth brother. As long as my father gives me a marriage, my son believes that Yan'er will definitely like me in time." After he finished speaking, his arrogant lips closed, and confidence arose from his heart.

But Murong An only felt that he was arrogant and subconsciously sneered: "If that were the case, she would be more likely to like me."

Murong Xuan was about to refute, when a precious blue and white porcelain on the desk fell to the ground, and the fragments splashed like water droplets, landing in front of the two of them. The two of them were silent, still motionless. "Enough! How can you be like this? Where is the majesty of my royal family? Forget it, I will issue an order to marry a prince for her, and you can do the rest yourself. If I know that you are tragic for her brothers..." The emperor's warning eyes swept over.

"My son understand!" The two on the ground agreed in unison.
Chapter completed!