Soon, the team set off again for Jiulong Mountain.

Xie Jingrun rode a horse and followed the emperor chariot.

In the imperial chariot, Rong Qingqing was talking about the period when Duan Yu and Qiao Feng became sworn brothers.

Her voice is not as graceful as an ordinary boudoir woman. Her crisp voice has more joy and pleasure than the other women who don’t have, giving people a very straightforward feeling. But when telling stories, it can mobilize other people’s emotions.

Xie Jingrun didn't pay much attention to what she said, but her voice came into his ears, which made him feel itchy, as if he was scratched by a cat.

Just as he was ecstatic, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes that Feng Mo was following from behind on a horse, and then he slowed down his horse speed.

Thinking of his attentiveness to Rong Qingqing just now, displeasure flashed in Xie Jingrun's eyes.

So Feng Mo is now following the emperor chariot like a fly, to listen to Rong Qingqing telling a story?

This perception made Xie Jingrun feel very uncomfortable, as if his own thing was coveted by others, making him feel inexplicably irritated.

"elder brother."

At this moment, Xie Jingxuan followed up with a horse with a diligent and friendly attitude. The posture seemed to have never had a grudge against the two brothers and had a deep relationship.

Xie Jingrun glanced at him lightly, but did not answer.

Xie Jingxuan didn't care, so he leaned against him again, but listened to the sound coming from the imperial chariot.

Seeing this, Xie Jingrun understood his purpose.

Another person attracted by Rong Qingqing's story!

He sneered coldly and warned, "Without the emperor's orders, idle people are allowed to approach the imperial chariot, you'd better step back!"

When Xie Jingxuan heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother, I am not someone else, I am your brother."

Xie Jingrun's eyes twitched, feeling nausea.

Once upon a time, when his father was alive, Xie Jingxuan was dissatisfied with him and never treated him as his elder brother. Now his elder brother was too arrogant and his elder brother called him shortly. He felt no joy in his heart, but was greasy and nauseous.

"Come out?" He pulled out the Xiuchun Sword, his eyes sharp and cold.

Xie Jingxuan's neck shrank, and his ribs felt better and hurt again.

"What are you doing so fiercely? Do you think I want to stay with you?" He snorted coldly, pulled up the reins, and retreated to the back.

At this time, Situ Jin was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep in the phoenix chariot. At this time, his confidant Madam Hong bent over and walked in.

"What's wrong with it?" Situ Jin asked.

"I'm sorry, there is indeed something strange." Madam Hong replied respectfully.

Situ Jin opened his eyes, "What a strange thing?"

Madam Hong said with a strange expression: "The emperor asked Rong Qingqing and Shangguan Yanran to enter the imperial chariot, and the Seventh Princess was also inside."

Situ Jin was stunned for a moment, and then sneered coldly, "It's hard for him to be old and still be able to fall in love with a girl with young teeth. This has been banned for too long, so it's not a problem with meat and vegetables, right?"

Madam Hong lowered her head, she didn't dare to answer this.

Situ Jin was silent for a moment, his eyes dimmed a little, and finally closed his eyes again, and asked lazily: "What's the point he asked the two little girls to enter his imperial chariot?"

"I heard that Rong Qingqing told a very wonderful story. The emperor was attracted by the story, so he summoned her into the imperial chariot. I think the emperor was tired and bored on the journey. I want to summon someone to speak to relieve his boredom." Madam Hong said.

Upon hearing this, Situ Jin was a little surprised, "Isn't Rong Qingqing timid, a fool? When did it actually catch his eyes?"
Chapter completed!