The princess is killing like crazy again

Both sides stopped fighting.

The end of the war was so sudden and without any warning that everyone below was dumbfounded.

There were many dissatisfied voices within the Liu clan, but they were all ruthlessly suppressed by Liu Pinjue.

After the Liu clan split that year, Liu Pinjue was betrayed by his own people, and his obsession with the Liu clan's rule over the world gradually waned.

What he wanted to realize was his own ideal, and he wanted to create a peaceful and prosperous Chu Le world.

After a dark period, Longju escaped at night. All he wanted was to live for himself.

Since he returned to Yunzhou, he was able to eliminate the stubborn problems and oppositions in the clan with great force.

Therefore, its prestige has been accumulated for a long time.

Now that Liu Pinjue has shown his old attitude again, those opposing voices are like cicadas after autumn. After they have finished singing their last song, there is no more sound.

Things were much smoother for Xiao Yurong. She had been a dictator for a long time, and her words were hers. She would get angry if she was unhappy.

Most of the people below are loyal, so naturally there are not many objections.

Except for Xie's private soldiers, the main army returned to Yujing from Chengchuan.

There were countless people who came to greet him, and many of them were curious about this man who had faked his death.

Xiao Yuxun was the leader.

Wang Wanru had already thrown herself into Xiao Yurong's arms, crying.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright. I'm back safe and sound, aren't I?" Xiao Yurong was a little embarrassed by her crying and patted her shoulder.

Xiao Yurong looked around, "Where's your third brother?"

"Uh..." Wang Wanru really stopped crying.

Well, looking at Wang Wanru’s expression, Xiao Yurong knew.

He didn't come because he was angry.

There were many things to deal with after returning. The next morning was the time to discuss the enthronement in the court, and Xiao Yurong was also ready to deal with those old ministers who were conservative and conservative.

Despite his busy schedule, Xiao Yurong still took some time out to visit the palace at night.

Wang Wanru warned Xiao Yurong in advance to prevent any problems: "My third brother is ill, well... you also know that he has a sharp tongue, so if he says something nonsense, don't take it to heart."

"Are you afraid that when I become the empress, I'll chop off his head first?" Xiao Yurong teased, supporting his chin.

Wang Wanru had to admit that she did have this worry.

After all, Xiao Yurong and Wang Fuxuan both have stubborn tempers. Wang Fuxuan is so stubborn and hard-nosed that even the guillotine can be cut off by his tongue.

"Don't worry." Xiao Yurong raised the corners of his lips as he lifted Wang Wanru's chin with his slender jade fingers like silver hooks.

Wang Wanru was stunned and held her breath.

Xiao Yurong's lips were as red as petals and were very beautiful, her hair was gilded with gold and jade, and there was a faint halo in her amber eyes.

Naturally flattering.

Zhaoyang*** is indeed so dazzling that it shakes the world.

Xiao Yurong said, "If I want to raid your house, I will first keep you and lock you up in my house. I will have someone supervise you working for me day and night. If you don't do your job well, not only will you not be fed, but you will also be severely whipped."

Her tone was light and playful.

"Your Highness, please stop teasing me." Wang Wanru blushed and stepped back a little.

Wang Wanru patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I am a girl. If I were a man, I would also bow down to her."

"It's not too late for you to bow down now." Xiao Yurong patted her shoulder.

When she arrived at the door of her house, Wang Wanru refused to go in.

"Is this the Wang Mansion or the Xiao Mansion? I, a person with the surname Xiao, went in openly, but you, a girl from the Wang family, are backing out?" Xiao Yurong clicked his tongue.

Wang Wanru smiled awkwardly and backed away, "I'll send you here, Princess. I don't want to go back to the eye of the storm and be in trouble. If you start arguing, I won't be able to stop you. I'd better go back to the Princess's Mansion."

Xiao Yurong sneered: "Okay, you go back first, so as not to get hurt."

Wang Wanru didn't show any reluctance at all. She immediately turned around, lifted her skirt and rushed into the carriage.

Xiao Yurong looked at her back as she fled in panic but with a hint of ecstasy as if she had survived a disaster, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

It can be seen that Wang Wanru is really scared.

This is actually no wonder. When Xiao Yurong and Wang Fuxuan were younger, they didn't know how to restrain themselves. They were really in opposition from morning to night.

At that time, their personalities were both sharp, and they were the most unpredictable and weird two people.

They would fight whenever they disagreed, and when they fought they would fight with real force, without any regard for each other.

Even when they quarreled, they would step on each other's minefields.

Even if the cause was that they played a prank on each other in class and were punished by Liu Pinjue, they could still pull each other's hair afterwards.

"Humph, I am so unlucky to be a fellow disciple with a cripple." Xiao Yurong was upset after being punished.

As she walked down the stairs with her arms folded, she saw Wang Fuxuan, sitting alone under the flower tree.

She kicked a small stone on the roadside maliciously at Wang Fuxuan and laughed, "No wonder no one wants to play with you. You are the evildoer who brought death to your parents."

"What qualifications do you have to say these things?" Wang Fuxuan stood in the shadow of the flower trees, pale and thin like a gloomy ghost, beautiful but creepy.

He sneered, openly mocking Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong's face turned pale, and then he clenched his teeth and sneered: "At least I am a healthy person, and you? No matter how much you talk back to me today, you can only limp and watch me run and jump tomorrow!"

Xiao Yurong never loses an argument and is so sharp-tongued that he makes people hate him.

Of course, basically no one dared to argue with her.

Wang Fuxuan's face turned pale and Xiao Yurong turned and left.

They know each other's details and secrets too well, so they know where it hurts the most.

Before leaving, Xiao Yurong heard Wang Fuxuan's dark sarcasm behind him: "You said I killed my parents? I don't know who was born without a mother."

Xiao Yurong suddenly stopped and turned around, "What did you say?!"

"I say, you're nothing special." Wang Fuxuan gave Xiao Yurong a provocative sneer.

Xiao Yurong rushed over and pounced on Wang Fuxuan, punching him with his fist.

The wheelchair overturned on the ground, but Wang Fuxuan fought back without any mercy or hesitation.

The petals fluttered down in the breeze, and under the rain of flowers, they twisted into a ball.

Li Yaozhi came out from behind, holding Xiao Yurong's books and the homework he had copied for Xiao Yurong, and saw this scene.

"Your Highness!" Li Yaozhi screamed, rushing forward to stop them, "Brother, stop fighting! Stop it now!"

In the end, it was Liu Pinjue who heard the noise and was called in to stop the farce.

Liu Pinjue lifted the two people away with one hand each, "This is ridiculous! Did you throw away all the things you learned? Brothers and sisters from the same sect, nobles, started fighting just because of a few words of quarrel?!"

Xiao Yurong's hair was disheveled, her clothes were messy, and without saying a word, tears were already welling up in her eyes.

Wang Fuxuan was even worse off. There were several scratches on his face and neck, and the skin at the corner of his mouth was broken and bleeding.

Neither of them was convinced, but due to the authority of their teacher, they ended up parting unhappily.

They had had disputes like this countless times, and even the bystanders had grown tired of it, but they still enjoyed stabbing each other in the heart.

Other people's fellow disciples would stick their necks out for each other, but Wang Fuxuan and Xiao Yurong stabbed their fellow disciples twice.

Things got better later on. Although they still quarreled, they protected each other.

Fortunately, they have someone around them who is just as sharp-tongued. They keep saying it every day and every month, and they have become accustomed to it and have become desensitized to it.

Xiao Yurong always mocked Wang Fuxuan's disability in a vicious manner.

Wang Fuxuan has a sharp and sensitive personality, and Xiao Yurong is the same kind as him in some sense.

Regardless of whether it is done with malicious intent or goodwill, the first reaction is to resist, not only to stab others until they bleed, but also to make oneself a bloody mess.

Ever since Wang Fuxuan injured his leg and regained his power, people have always been reluctant to mention words like running and jumping in front of him, for fear of hurting him.

But Xiao Yurong never shied away from these things.

The older he got, the more cowardly Wang Fuxuan became when facing Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong liked this kind of timidity and subconscious retreat.

Just like before, when Wang Fuxuan knelt in front of her house to admit his mistake and ask for forgiveness for what he said wrong.

It was this point that attracted Xiao Yurong to Wang Fuxuan. Although his attitude was still hostile and tense, his eyes clearly told her that she could hurt herself.

Before coming, Xiao Yurong had heard that Wang Fu had been on sick leave for a long time.

When the guide brought him to Wang Fuxuan's door, Xiao Yurong pushed it open without even knocking.

The people around left tactfully.

Wang Fuxuan and Xiao Yurong looked at each other.

He looked away and turned his head away. "***, why are you visiting me so late at night?"

"I'm here to visit an old friend." Xiao Yurong raised the corners of his lips slightly and closed the door.

"No need, I'm fine. I will go to court the next day." Wang Fuxuan said in a cold tone.

Xiao Yurong walked forward, "Why did you claim to be sick when I was not back, and then you got better when I came back?"

As he walked closer, Xiao Yurong noticed that Wang Fuxuan's face was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, and one hand was tightly clenched on his knee, as if it was in great pain.

"What's wrong? Your legs hurt again?" Xiao Yurong took two quick steps forward.

Wang Fuxuan clenched his teeth, frowned and said nothing.

It started again.

Xiao Yurong sighed.

Xiao Yurong sat on Wang Fuxuan's lap with a smile, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed his brows which were sweaty due to the pain in his legs.

Xiao Yurong's expression was gentle, but her tone was vicious.

She taunted softly, "My good senior brother, where is the attitude you used to use to bully me?"

She used this method to divert Wang Fuxuan's attention.

"When have I ever bullied you?" Wang Fuxuan responded with a frown on his face.

"How come you haven't bullied me? You either beat me or scolded me, and looked at me coldly and aggressively." Xiao Yurong curled his lips.

She put her hand on Wang Fuxuan's knee and gradually applied force.

Another kind of pain replaced the original dull pain from inside to outside, and Wang Fuxuan groaned.

Wang Fuxuan pinched Xiao Yurong's neck and told her to wait with gritted teeth.

Xiao Yurong laughed instead, raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Okay, okay, I'll be waiting for it."

Wang Fuxuan stared at her for a long while and secretly cursed her as a lunatic.

Before Wang Fuxuan could look away, Xiao Yurong grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. "Are you angry with me? What are you angry about?"

Wang Fuxuan turned his head away without saying a word.

For a long time after he thought she was dead, his legs ached badly.

He and Xiao Yurong could not make up a complete family and a healthy body.

He thought about the possibility of committing suicide countless times in his dreams, but the pain from his old leg injury reminded him of Xiao Yurong's death and warned him to live.

He was repeatedly tormented by memories and questioned why Xiao Yurong's death resulted in a loss for both sides.

"Senior brother..."

In one of his dreams, he finally heard Xiao Yurong's voice and finally saw Xiao Yurong.

Wang Fuxuan knew very well that it was just a dream and Xiao Yurong had died long ago.

But he still sat quietly under the unchanging flower tree, gazing at Xiao Yurong.

"Why don't you pay attention to me?" Xiao Yurong in the dream pouted and complained.

Wang Fuxuan asked, "Why don't you come to see me?"

But after he asked this question, Xiao Yurong disappeared.

He sat there alone.

This dream is over.

After waking up, he clenched his aching knees, his eyebrows and eyes were painful, "It hurts so much, I can't breathe... I regret it, please come back..."

He should have kept Xiao Yurong at that time.

Face and decency are not important. He should kneel down in front of Xiao Yurong and beg her to stay.

However, Xiao Yurong's death was faked, and all his love and hate, all his hurt and pain, became a joke.

Wang Fuxuan blamed Xiao Yurong for hiding the truth from him and blamed Xiao Yurong for abandoning him.

But when Xiao Yurong came in front of him, his complaints turned into grievances.

"What are you angry about? Are you angry that I didn't tell you, or that I left before the birthday party you prepared was over?" Xiao Yurong asked.

Wang Fuxuan silently stuffed a golden hairpin into Xiao Yurong's hand.

This was the birthday gift he prepared for Xiao Yurong but never gave it away.

Xiao Yurong nodded, "Well, it's very beautiful. Can you put it on me?"

Wang Fuxuan was stubborn for a while and didn't move, but finally he took the hairpin and put it on Xiao Yurong without saying a word.

"Did you weave the tassels on top yourself?" Xiao Yurong joked, "Brother, you really have a good craft."

She smiled and said, "How about letting my senior brother do the embroidered veil for my wedding in the future?"

Wang Fuxuan's slightly raised lips slightly drooped, "What do you think I am?"

"Of course I treat you as my senior brother. How else do you want me to treat you?" Xiao Yurong hinted, his fingertips sliding down along the embroidered texture on the gorgeous clothes.

"Do you want it?" Xiao Yurong asked with a smile.

Wang Fuxuan froze in his tracks.

He subconsciously turned his face to face the bronze mirror on the table beside him. The mirror was blurry and the face reflected in it looked like a beautiful ghost.

Xiao Yurong came closer, "My dear senior brother, what are you doing? Are you feeling sorry for yourself?"

Wang Fuxuan did not hold his ground and soon abandoned his weapons and weapons, leading to the fall of his position.

He was dragged by Xiao Yurong into the whirlpool. In the end, he was so upset that he even forgot the pain in his legs. He stood up and pressed the man on the table.

Xiao Yurong faced the ups and downs of the bronze mirror, and when he looked up he could see his own hazy shadow in the mirror.

The exhaled breath condensed into a layer of white mist on the mirror.

Wang Fuxuan lifted Xiao Yurong's chin and faced the bronze mirror.

He leaned down and kissed Xiao Yurong's back, "My thin shadow is reflected in the spring water. You must pity me and I pity you."