The princess is killing like crazy again

A group of people climbed up the Danxu Tower with laughter. The eaves and corners of the building were all tied with colorful silks, fluttering in the wind, and the green screens were curved with gold.

The officials, their wives, children of noble families, and royal relatives all gathered together, dressed in fine clothes and wearing gorgeous jewelry, making the scene very lively.

The people upstairs are all valuable people, and even if they have a little bit of skin, they will be in chaos for a while.

Xiao Yurong saw the heads of the Li, Wang and Liu families drinking tea and watching the game, and his brother was also there.

After all, it was still the Li, Liu, and Xiao families who were chatting. Wang Fuxuan was a moody person, never in a good mood, and spoke very little, and the conversation gradually became dull.

What's more, he was conspicuously young among this group of family heads and was in a wheelchair.

Wang Fuxuan didn't like to associate with others, so he apologized at the end and sat at the very edge of the fence.

The head of the Cui family guards the border and rarely shows up, so Cui Qining usually does it for him. But now this kid is still playing polo downstairs.

Li Yaozhi's team won the previous game and entered the finals. Now it was Cui Ci Ning and several princes' teams playing against another team from an aristocratic family.

That team was no match at all and conceded goals one after another.

Xiao Yurong knew that he would definitely win this time, so he didn't look at it any further.

Her eyes fell on Wang Fuxuan who was alone. Wang Fuxuan had gloomy eyebrows and a melancholy look on his face. Even though there were green trees and red flowers all around and the warm spring sunshine could not warm him up at all.

Wang Fuxuan looked solemnly at the group of high-spirited young men riding horses and playing ball below, who seemed out of tune with all the bustle around them.

Before Xiao Yurong could even take a second look, Wang Wanru dragged him to gamble on the ball. "Come on, come on, why don't you hand over your prize?"

The young men and women upstairs took off their jewelry and accessories one after another, and handed over any rare items they had for gambling.

The waiters holding plates made a circle around the palace and finally brought plates full of jewels to Xiao Yurong and Wang Wanru.

Wang Wanru was also generous and directly took off the precious gold hairpin on her head as a prize.

"I wonder what Princess Zhaoyang wants to bet with?" Ning Rou asked. She had just taken a gold-inlaid jade bracelet as a bet.

Xiao Yurong took off one of the two jade pendants on her waist and said, "Of course I bet on my brothers to win."

Her fingers were white and slender. She held the butterfly-shaped jade pendant and threw it into the plate. "Well, this will be the prize."

Her butterfly jade is lifelike and sparkling. It is truly a rare and beautiful jade, a top-quality gem, and is probably priceless.

"The princess bestows rewards all the time, and the ones she gives out are indeed not ordinary items." Ning Rou forced a smile.

"Since Miss Ning's name is Ning Rou, then Lord Ning must hope that you are gentle and docile." Xiao Yurong slowly took off the second green jade pendant.

Ordinary people would handle it with care, but Baoyu was so cautious that she threw it into the plate with a "dong".

Xiao Yurong turned around and looked at her straight in the eye, smiling, "I am different. I am arrogant, extravagant and vindictive, so I have a bad reputation. Anyone who makes me unhappy, I will make everyone unhappy."

After saying that, she left the pale-faced Ning Rou behind, leaned over the railing and shouted to the boys playing polo below: "Brother! Mingyang! I've used the jade pendant as a prize. If you lose and ask me to go back with my belt naked, I will not let you off!"

Several young men from the Xiao family and Cui Ci Ning looked up upon hearing the voice. Xiao Yurong was waving his sleeves at them from upstairs, his eyes as bright as the morning sun, with a smile that was extremely moving.

It was a bright spring day, with warm sunlight penetrating through layers of lush branches and leaves, and falling on the shoulders of these beautiful young men.

Under the bright sun, the young men rode their horses, their sleeves fluttering, their postures as pine and bamboo. Young men in bright clothes and on horses are full of vigor and vitality, and they always attract attention.

"Hey, did you hear that? Our little sister is telling us to work hard." The fourth prince Xiao Yucheng smiled and nudged Xiao Yusheng next to him with his elbow.

Xiao Yusheng pushed him back, "You're not deaf, you'd better be careful. If you really lose, Rongrong won't forgive you."

Xiao Yucheng smiled and said, "It seems that we can't lose, otherwise we will lose our sister's pendant and the Xiao family plaque."

Cui Ci Ning was even more excited. You know, although he asked Xiao Yurong to call him by his courtesy name, Xiao Yurong always respectfully called him "Major General".

This was the first time that Xiao Yurong called him Mingyang, and in front of so many people.

Cui Ci Ning said with a smile: "Zhao Yang, just choose the prize you like, and I will win the pendant back for you."

This scene of his fell into the eyes of others, and they all laughed and sighed that this young appearance was really pleasing to the heart and pleasing to the eye.

"I don't know who Princess Rong inherited her personality from, it's really..." Prime Minister Li shook his head, unable to figure out a definite evaluation.

After all, people are always more tolerant towards beautiful things. No matter how spoiled and bad Xiao Yurong is, she has such a pretty face with rosy cheeks that no one can be hard-hearted towards her.

Xiao Yuxie lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes sharp and bright, "What objection does the Prime Minister have to my sister?"

"Your Highness, you are too kind." The Prime Minister replied, "How dare I?"

Xiao Yuxie was smart, decisive, and powerful. As a prince, he was quite intimidating.

Liu Pinjue was calm and composed, taking a sip of tea, "Your Majesty has only one daughter, the apple of your eye, so naturally she should be spoiled."

Seeing that his own team was fighting fiercely and the other side had almost no power to fight back, Xiao Yurong was completely relieved. He no longer paid attention to Ning Rou and went to Wang Fuxuan's side.

Wang Wanru glanced at Ning Rou, who looked grim, and told the waiters beside her: "There are many people coming and going in your residence today, so tell the servants and guards to be careful. There are so many people, and there are many disputes. If someone who doesn't have eyes offends your master, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

Ning Rou could tell that Wang Wanru was veiled in criticism and became even more angry.

Wang Fuxuan watched the farce and saw that Xiao Yurong was still as eloquent as ever, so he curled his lips and smiled indifferently.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Yurong finished shouting, he turned around and walked towards him.

"Is Patriarch Wang making fun of me?" Xiao Yurong stood beside Wang Fuxuan with his hands behind his back.

Wang Fuxuan twitched his lips, "Xiao Qingqing is a vindictive person, and her methods are cruel. How dare I?"

Xiao Yurong didn't feel that this was an accusation against her at all. Instead, she felt happy: "Thank you for the compliment."

She looked at Wang Fuxuan carefully. Although he looked gloomy, he looked better than in his previous life, and his black hair was as smooth as silk.

At the end of his previous life, Wang Fuxuan became extremely thin, as if he would ascend to heaven at any time, and he became even more sinister.

She and Liu Pinjue are fighting for power. She wants to take Cui Ci Ning's head, and she also wants Wang Fuxuan's original wife. Wang Fuxuan joins forces with Cui Liu to kill her.

After all, Wang Fuxuan didn't owe her anything, and she didn't owe Wang Fuxuan anything.

Her senior brother with a broken leg, who was from the same school as her, was able to climb to such a high platform where he could look down on everything despite his limited mobility.

She treated Wang Fuxuan as an old friend. At least before they became enemies, Xiao Yurong was willing to exchange her sincerity for his.

She is said to be heartless, but in fact she is cold and indifferent, only caring about her own comfort.

Xiao Yurong carefully examined Wang Fuxuan's features and, as expected, she walked through the entire palace and found that he was no different from what she remembered.

Bricks and stones remain unchanged, and plants and trees are hard to distinguish. Only by looking at the eyes and brows of old friends can we completely distinguish between past and present lives.

"Princess, why are you staring at me?" Perhaps because Xiao Yurong had been staring at her for too long, Wang Fuxuan asked with a strong hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Xiao Yurong had a tolerance for Wang Fuxuan that was different from that of others. This tolerance was like when Xiao Yurong saw a lame stray dog ​​on the side of the road.

Wang Fuxuan hated other people's sympathy and pity, and hated the sighs or ridicules of others. The lame leg was a shame to him, but he still tolerated Xiao Yurong's charity.

Because he knew very well what a cold-hearted person Xiao Yurong was. Xiao Yurong did not care about his suffering, but felt sorry for him, which just proved how much Xiao Yurong cared about him.

Xiao Yurong was tolerant towards Wang Fuxuan, and Wang Fuxuan was also tolerant towards Xiao Yurong.

Even though Wang Fuxuan was such a thorn in both sides, Xiao Yurong remained calm. She believed that Wang Fuxuan's sinister character was inseparable from his leg disability.

In fact, Wang Fuxuan was not unable to walk. As long as he walked slowly with a cane, he was no different from a normal person.

But if you walk faster, your posture will become strange.

When Wang Fuxuan was young, he had a strange temperament and rejected other people's kindness. None of the children of the same age around him were willing to play with him.

Those young men from aristocratic families who were ignorant of the immensity of the world when they were young would even openly or secretly laugh at Wang Fuxuan's walking posture and imitate his way of walking.

Wang Fuxuan became more and more depressed day by day, and eventually he was unwilling to walk and could only use a wheelchair to go to school.

It’s not that no one wanted to please Wang Fuxuan, but they were all discouraged by his harsh words.

Among so many children, Xiao Yurong has the worst taste. Even if others don't want to play with Wang Fuxuan, she insists on playing with Wang Fuxuan.

She felt pity for Wang Fuxuan as if she were giving alms to a stray dog.

No matter how high Wang Fuxuan's rank or how powerful he is, in Xiao Yurong's eyes, Wang Fuxuan is still the pitiful and injured little animal who huddled in a corner when he was young.

"I was just thinking, you can obviously walk, why are you pretending to be paralyzed?" Xiao Yurong smiled and kicked Wang Fuxuan's knee, leaving half a footprint on his brocade clothes that shone with a dark glow.

In an instant, everyone around who witnessed this scene fell silent. Wang Fuxuan's attendants gasped and looked at the scene in horror.

Normally, no one would dare to mention sensitive words like running, jumping, legs, and lame in front of this master, for fear of violating the master's taboos.

The last person who violated the master's taboo had grass three meters high on his grave. This young lady from the Xiao family actually dared to say such things and kicked Wang Fuxuan's lame leg. This action was no different from pulling out the fangs of a poisonous snake.

The attendant stared at Wang Fuxuan and Xiao Yurong nervously, looking back and forth between the two, fearing that Wang Fuxuan would get angry and draw his sword to stab Xiao Yurong into a candied haws stick in front of the prince.

But Wang Fuxuan, although looking a little gloomy, was accustomed to Xiao Yurong's bad behavior and offense, "Are you coming here to be laughed at?"

"Who dares to make fun of Master Wang? Do you think your head is not big enough to be chopped off?" Xiao Yurong laughed as if he heard something funny.

She really looks good when she smiles, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright and radiant.

Wang Fuxuan raised his head and looked at Xiao Yurong and smiled, a little dazed.

Xiao Yurong said, "Why? If Patriarch Wang can't handle it, let me do it. If I hear someone gossiping, I will dig out my eyes and cut off my tongue and send it to you."

Xiao Yurong could indeed do it, and it sounded as simple as drinking water.

Wang Fuxuan curled the corners of his lips unconsciously.

"Princess! Come and look, that kid from the Yang family is too unsportsmanlike. Is he playing ball or beating someone up? Damn it! They actually hit the third prince!" Wang Wanru's voice came over.

She was walking towards this side angrily from the other end, her cheeks flushed with anger.

Several young masters and young ladies also frowned as they watched, "This... the Yang family's fighting style is too shameful."

Xiao Yurong turned around and saw that the enemies from the Yang family were probably so angry that they started hitting their brother with the baseball bats.

One of them pretended to hit the ball with a baseball bat, but actually hit the leg of the horse under Cui Ci Ning, startling the horse and almost causing Cui Ci Ning to fall off.

Cui Ci Ning controlled his horse to temporarily stay away from the dispute, calmed the horse, and looked coldly at the person who had just hit the black ball.

Xiao Yucheng was hit on the elbow by a stick. He paused and the ball was snatched away from him. He grimaced and stepped aside, enduring the pain.

Xiao Yurong bypassed Wang Fuxuan, rushed to the railing, and cursed: "Yang family! What are you doing? Don't play if you can't afford it!"

"That's right, what kind of person is it to do such shameful things?" Wang Wanru shared the same hatred for the enemy from behind.

She didn't dare to go around to Wang Fuxuan, but it was okay to shout a few words from behind.

Wang Fuxuan frowned slightly, vaguely sensing something was wrong, "Princess..."

Xiao Yurong was just leaning forward to look when the railing broke with a "crack". Xiao Yurong, who was leaning on it, fell down and fell from the building.

Wang Wanru widened her eyes in horror and looked at the scene in disbelief.

"Yurong!" Wang Fuxuan subconsciously reached out to grab Xiao Yurong's hand, but he only brushed her fingertips, and when he closed his fingers and palms, he didn't catch anything.

Wang Fuxuan watched Xiao Yurong fall in front of him and barely managed to stand up from the wheelchair.

"Rongrong!" Xiao Yuxie stood up suddenly.

For a moment, everyone on the building was stunned by this sudden situation and was in chaos.

Cui Ci Ning had been paying attention to Xiao Yurong since he started scolding his enemy, and he was closest to the building.

Seeing Xiao Yurong fall down, Cui Ci Ning subconsciously rode his horse over and flew to catch Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong fell from the balcony, like a fledgling whose wings were broken just as it spread out.

Cui Ci Ning's pupils suddenly shrank, he rushed out and stretched out his arms to catch Xiao Yurong, and the strong wind filled his robe.

Xiao Yurong fell into Cui Ci Ning's arms.

Cui Ci Ning held Xiao Yurong and landed on the ground steadily. He lowered his head to check on her condition and asked anxiously, "Zhaoyang, are you okay?"

Before Xiao Yurong could come to his senses, he saw his brothers rushing towards him.