Murong Yi

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The dark clouds drifted, covering the crescent moon in the sky, and the world without the only light source instantly dimmed a lot, and the branches hidden in the darkness danced like ghosts in the gust of wind.

The white jade railing turns back on the water and leads gently to several open pavilions hanging over the pond.The room is spacious and elegant, and the sills and windows made of agarwood bring out a unique tranquility.The precious bed and jade table in the pavilion, the brocade curtain and the green curtain, the embroidered screen like a collapsed image, and all kinds of odd toys are available, all in a restrained and elegant style.

A person stood on the edge of the railing with his hands behind his back, a little bit of soft light leaked out from the inside of the hall, reflecting on his face.Those are exquisite and handsome facial features, which are slightly suppressed, and are indescribably pleasing to the eye.

He stared intently at the reflection of the silver moon reappearing on the pond, and the night wind blew the corner of his robe, and at the same time raised the black hair that was hanging around his body.The next moment, a helpless sigh sounded in the air.And, the man in black who appeared with the wind.

The man in black knelt on the ground and reported the results of their trip.

"Master, it has been resolved."

The frosty voice shook his nerves.But one sentence, it means that something has happened in the dark.

"Ah."

He raised his head, and his eyes shifted to the dim crescent moon in the sky.

After a long time, he seemed to remember something, and said lightly:

"Fly again, is it reprinted?"

The person kneeling on the ground was startled, as if he never expected to be asked this question.

"……exist."

Murong Yan smiled: "Okay, let him stay, and the others will leave."

"Yes!"

Multiple replies from all directions merged into one syllable, and after a slight noise, the previous silence was restored outside the hall.

Murong Ni, who was standing with her hands behind her back, turned around, without looking at the person who suddenly appeared in the darkest corner of the corner, went straight into the hall, leaned on the pear flower chair, and shouted: "Reprint, come in!"

Footsteps sounded, and Chong Yin walked in with his head bowed, and stopped three steps in front of Murong Ni.

Murong Ni tilted her head, tapped her fingers lightly on the chair: "Are you comfortable hiding from me these few days?"

The tall man standing in front of Murong Yan answered after a while:

"...The subordinates dare not."

"Don't you dare?"

Murong Yi suddenly turned her head, looked straight at the person standing there: "Look up."

That gaze was like a needle, piercing straight into Reyin's heart.Now that the master has given the order, no matter how much he wants to retreat now, he can only raise his head slowly.

"look at me."

The eyelashes blinked a few times, and finally, those dark and deep eyes looked at him.

Murong Yan suddenly smiled.

This smile made even Peach Blossom in the night lose her charm, and at the same time, she laughed so hard that her heart skipped a beat, and her body shrank back slightly unconsciously.

Putting all the reprinted actions under his eyes, the coldness really came up, but he was used to it, so there was still a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Whether you hated me or not, or, until now, you still hate me..."

The words that came out suddenly were inexplicable, but they changed Reprint's face a few times.

Murong Yan looked directly into the eyes of the person opposite, raised her head, and smiled lightly.

"I... don't care about anything. So..."

"You don't have to avoid me anymore, because I will never punish you for this..."

"You don't have to worry about me warming your bed anymore, because, from now on, you are just one of the seventeen guards..."

The reprinted eyes instantly became extremely strange, and Murong Yan couldn't recognize the complicated emotions in them one by one.

It wasn't until that day, when the hate word came out, that he realized that he had been forcing the person in front of him all this time.The idea before was so stupid.Not only stupid, but naive.

Sure enough, if the mask is worn for a long time, the self will be corroded by it.Disregarding the wishes of others and only taking your own wishes as the standard of measurement, this is the behavior style of a person in charge of life and death.It belonged to Murong Yan, not Han Xiao.

Thinking about it now, would you like it? He never asked the person in front of him this sentence, never.but……

The chuckle turned into a wry smile, even if he asked, how much credibility would the answer he got have?

Murong Yi got up abruptly, walked to Chong Yin, and said:

"I'm really sorry about the past. I'm forced to reprint it."

Looking closely at the reprinted facial features with tough lines, still, no expression can be seen.

He sighed, then walked out towards the door.

——Since what the world needs is Murong Yi, then he will continue to play the role more perfectly.As for Han Xiao, let him... be covered under the mask forever.Don't think about it any more, in this world, someone will see it.

——Han Xiao, just treat this as a never-ending movie! !

When Huan Yue was announced by Chong Jing that his injury was almost healed, he had been convalescing on the dragon bed for more than half a month.

In the past half a month, Murong Yi never turned over the sign again, but just fell asleep with Huan Yue in his arms every night.The gossip and rumors in the palace became more and more serious, and even he bumped into it several times.The handsome man presented by Prince Rui captured the unpredictable heart of Ming Emperor Xuan.Although there are various versions, it is perfectly appropriate to sum up the central meaning in this sentence.

The daily decoctions are fed by myself; the daily love words have never stopped; sleeping in the same bed every night is even more envious of countless concubines.

Murong Ni heard this, and couldn't stop smiling in her heart, but on her face, she was concentrating on Lin Qian's case and the mysterious man, completely letting go of those rumors.

Today, after dealing with the political affairs, Murong Ni stayed in the bedroom, took the clean clothes from the maid, bent over, and asked with a smile: "Chonghua, can I change your clothes for you?"

Standing by the side, Chong Jing's face turned dark when he heard this, but no one probably noticed.Huan Yue half leaned on the bed, thinking he was already familiar with similar words, he said lightly: "It's fine for the subordinates to come by themselves."

"Hehe." Murong Yan laughed out loud, handed the clothes to Huan Yue, and turned her head to let all the maids beside her back down.

"Chonghua, come out as soon as you change your clothes, I will wait for you outside the door."

After all, he smiled and looked at Zhong Jing, and the two turned around and went out together.

Outside the door, the sun is warm and the wind is white and the sky is blue.

"I didn't expect his injury to heal so quickly."

Thinking of the night when he met Huan Yue for the first time, the other party's weak breathing, and pale and weak face, Murong Yan couldn't help sighing.

"'Different Face Fruit' is amazingly effective, which really surprised my subordinates."

Standing behind Murong Yan, Chong Jing said lightly.

"I'm also surprised...but, Chong Jing, can he use force now?"

"If it's not too intense, it's a good way to stretch your muscles."

"Um……"

Murong Yan was thoughtful, his eyes swept over the lacquered folding fan in his hand.

Chongjing was naturally intelligent, and was the most sensitive compared to the other 16 people.After Murong Yi pondered for a while, he already understood the general idea, thinking of the stubborn man on the bed in the room, he immediately said: "Master..."

Murong Ni received Chong Jing's concerned gaze, and replied: "Don't worry, I have my own measure."

As soon as the words were finished, the door was opened from the inside.

Huan Yue was dressed in white, which was unexpectedly suitable. If people who don't know him saw it, without exception, they would probably regard him as a swordsman.

"His Majesty."

Huan Yue walked in and called out.

Murong Ni didn't hide the admiration in her eyes, and just quietly sized Huan Yue from head to toe, and tapped her fan lightly on her palm: "Chonghua, if you are seen by Mei Rui's girls like this, I will definitely be jealous."

Huan Yue remained expressionless, as if he had never heard Murong Ni's teasing words.

Let Chong Jing retreat, he took Huan Yue into the bedroom, and after proficiently groping around, a secret path was revealed in front of Huan Yue.

Pretending not to see the flash of light in his eyes, Murong Yan took Huan Yue's hand and walked into the secret path with great interest.

"This is a shortcut to leave the palace." Murong Yan said with a smile, "You must be bored in the palace these days, and I am also troubled by political affairs to the point of headache, so going out of the palace for a walk, isn't that a good idea?"

Huan Yue followed behind Murong Ni, looking at the weakness of the person who was speaking, he who had been silent and just walking, suddenly said, "It should be Lord Lin's case that bothers His Majesty's political affairs recently..."

"I didn't expect..." Murong Yi drew his voice, stopped, and turned around, "Chonghua, you have been in my bedroom for half a month, so you are well-informed about the news!"

His tone rose, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body exuded a seductive aura.With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Huan Yue took a look, and there was a bit of sarcasm inexplicably.

Shocked secretly, he was about to speak when he was blocked by the next words of the person in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, Mei Rui Hanyin and those girls love to gossip about nothing." The stern look on his face came and went quickly, and he returned to smiling in the blink of an eye. He seemed in a good mood, "Besides, as long as he is not deaf, there is probably no one in the palace who does not know about such a big matter."

He continued to walk forward, as if he didn't see the strange expression of the people behind him:

"Speaking of which, Chonghua, you are right...it is indeed Lin Qian's case."