Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Lu Ren raised his eyebrows. Wasn't it said that Prince An was sick and dying, and the palace was in disarray?

The three guards were ready to fight, but Lu Ren didn't want to get entangled and attract more people, so without waiting for them to surround him, he moved his body and quickly flew to the right front.

The three guards saw that he could walk three or four feet with just one step, and that he had great martial arts skills, so they gave up chasing him since they couldn't catch up with him.

Lu Ren couldn't sneer at all, as three more guards blocked his way in front of him.

He did not respond to the challenge, but stepped forward and headed east again like an arrow.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the three guards threw their weapons at him when they saw they couldn't catch up.

Lu Ren laughed. He was discovered and blocked twice. He had looked down on them. It turned out they were just a mob. They could even throw away their weapons. Are the guards of Prince An's Mansion really fools?

He only needed to dodge the weapon slightly, and he dodged it. Without even turning his head, he tilted his body, did a few somersaults, and flew out of the courtyard wall.

Not far away, Chu Jinxun stood behind a tree, looking at the direction the man left, frowning slightly: "Why did he rush into the palace?"

"Long Yuan has suffered two losses at our hands this time, and I think he can't sit still any longer. A few days ago, one of their men broke into the Duke of Wei's mansion at night and was captured alive. He should have come from that side and passed by here!"

The person who was talking to Chu Jinxun was not the palace's guards, but a man in green clothes about twenty years old, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling, holding a folding fan in his hand, and looking a bit nonchalant.

Chu Jinxun turned around and asked, "Did anyone in the palace get hurt?"

Jingfeng's voice came from behind the trees in the distance: "No!"

The man in green smiled. "Since he's just passing by, he definitely won't hurt anyone!" He took a look and said, "Which direction is he coming from? Which courtyard? Qingwu or Qingwu? Oh, that's fine, I remember that courtyard was empty!"

"Who said it's empty?" Chu Jinxun's eyes changed slightly: "What we said before is settled. You go first, I still have things to do!"

The man in green shook his head and laughed: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how heartless!" As he spoke, he walked around behind the tree and looked at Jingfeng who was standing upright: "Who lives in the yard over there?"

Jing Feng glanced at him and said, "Mr. Mu, you should just ask the prince directly!"

The man in green snorted: "Why are you so rigid? Jingqing is more adorable!" As he said that, he waved his folding fan and walked away in a swagger.

He didn't go through the main gate, but walked towards the wall on the other side. He stepped on the wall and his body flew into the air, climbing over the wall. Only the corners of his clothes were left in the wind, and he had disappeared outside the wall.

Jingfeng's mouth twitched. Why don't any of them like to go through the main door?

But when he thought about his identity, Jingfeng felt it was understandable.

Mu Lanxing, the dandy young man from the Zhenbei Palace, dares to call himself the second dandy in the capital, and no one dares to claim to be the first.

The King of Zhenbei guarded the northern border of Southern Xia and was very powerful. However, his son had been famous since childhood. He found studying literature boring and martial arts tiring. Even beatings every three days could not pull him back from his dissolute ways. Finally, the King of Zhenbei was so angry that he left his son in the capital and went to guard the northern border himself.

This guy was so free and unrestrained in the capital that he could do whatever he wanted. He was always involved in cockfighting, dog racing, eating, drinking and gambling.

However, he did not touch women, not because he did not want to. It was said that the King of Zhenbei had said that all men in the Mu family must be loyal to their wives. If anyone dared to mess around before the wedding, he would be expelled from the Mu family's genealogy.

Chu Jinxun walked quickly to Qingwu Courtyard.

Caizhu just came out of the house, and he asked immediately, "Where is the princess?"

Caizhu responded: "In her room."

"You don't have any close attendants?"

"The princess said she wanted to take a nap and sent us out, telling us not to disturb her unless she had something else to do!"

Chu Jinxun didn't ask any more questions and walked straight into the inner courtyard.

Looking at his hurried steps, Caizhu was a little confused. Is the prince in a hurry to see the princess?

She stepped back to make way.

Chu Jinxun walked into the inner courtyard and saw no one.

"Yan Xining, are you there?" He knocked on the bedroom door, but no one answered. He leaned in and listened, and it was also quiet inside. He reached out and pushed, and the door opened.

No one was in the house.

He turned around, walked out, and pushed the door on the left, but there was no door.

"Yan Xining, are you okay?"

On the right, no.

East wing, no!

"Yan Xining, are you okay?"

Chu Jinxun's brows furrowed even tighter, with a hint of worry in the depths of his eyes.

The guards didn't chase the man in black because he gave them a secret signal, telling them not to stop him. The man was just passing by and there was no need to expose the true situation in the palace.

But his martial arts skills are so high that he can take someone's life with just one move. Even if he was just passing by, how can we guarantee that he didn't hurt anyone in the palace?

He opened the doors one by one, but didn't see Yan Xining.

She was just a weak woman. If that person happened to meet her when passing through this yard and attacked her, how could Yan Xining hide away? It would have been fine if she hadn't thought about it too much. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted her inconsiderateness.

His heart was pounding and his worry was growing.

At first he knocked on every door, but later on, he became more and more worried and anxious, and he didn't even bother to knock on the door.

The first room in the west wing is also the last one.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

But before he could see what was in the room, a piece of clothing flew in and covered his face tightly.

Thinking of the large area of ​​white that he saw out of the corner of his eye just now, he realized belatedly that Yan Xining was there, taking a bath!

He hurriedly backed away, retreating to the door, and frantically pulled off the clothes on his head. He found that it was a middle-length dress, which seemed to still have the fragrance of a woman's body. He suddenly became even more embarrassed and embarrassed: "Yes, I'm sorry, someone just broke into the palace, and I was worried that something might happen to you!"

His heart settled back down, but it beat even faster. The ups and downs, anxiety, embarrassment and awkwardness in his heart were beyond words.

Yan Xining will be angry, right?

After all, they were just partners, and he broke into her bathroom, which was the behavior of a lecher.

She wouldn't think he had bad intentions, would she?

How should he explain it?

The door opened and Yan Xining appeared at the door. She was already dressed, but her hair was still wet and loose. Her black hair was as black as ink, which made her skin look even whiter than snow.

She laughed, "Huh? What could happen to me?"

As he said this, he stretched out his hand towards him.

Chu Jinxun was a little dazed, not knowing what she meant.

Do you want to hold hands?

Should he reach out his hand too?

Before he could come up with a conclusion, Yan Xining saw that he didn't move, so she reached out and took the clothes from his hand: "I've worn them before, why are you holding on to them? Don't you think they're dirty?"

Chu Jinxun's face suddenly became hot, and the tips of his ears turned red. He took two steps back: "Oh, no, I don't mind! I mean it's not dirty, uh, no, I mean..."

In a moment, Chu Jinxun found himself so tongue-tied that he couldn't continue. It seemed that no matter how he answered, it would be wrong. He simply said with a fearless attitude: "It's not dirty, it smells good!"

After saying this, he was stunned again.

What is he saying?

This statement seems to be more likely to cause ambiguity!

He stared at Yan Xining blankly, his eyes wide open, looking flustered and bewildered. He was anxious, wanting to explain but not knowing how, and the tips of his ears were red as if they were about to bleed.