Murong Yi

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Murong Ni regained consciousness from the memory, raised her head, and bumped into a pair of pupils.

Those eyes are as gentle as water, but at the same time, they are full of sadness, with various emotions entangled and difficult to distinguish, only the owner's confusion can be seen.

He was startled suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, Murong Mo was still the same as before, smiling lightly, with infinite nostalgia on his face.

A certain part of Murong Ni's heart was aching slightly, he wanted to walk over to hug him, stroke his hair, comfort him in a low voice, however, another fact in his mind prevented him from doing that.They still just sat on one side, each wearing a mask, acting out their own plays.

"...Those days were indeed the happiest days for you and me. They were also the only days when there was no intrigue..." Murong Yan played with the wine glass in his hand, and said in a casual manner, "I hate being born in the emperor's house...it's a pity you and I Well, if it's a brother from an ordinary family, that would be great. If it's a commoner family, they won't fight for the emperor's position, and my elder brother won't fight swords against you and me, and I won't... no Will kill brother and brother...not..."

"Unfortunately, there is no if." Murong Xiao smiled bitterly, and raised his head to drink another glass of wine.

"Speaking of... Back then, when I returned to Beijing alone, if it wasn't for Xiao Liu, you did your best to help me ascend the throne, the grass on my grave would not be as high as it is now."

Murong Yan laughed twice, and suddenly made a joke.Something flashed in Murong's eyes, but he just continued indifferently: "Brother, you are the heir to the throne appointed by your father in the imperial edict. At the beginning, my eldest brother was ignorant of current affairs and relied on his position as the crown prince, so he actually wanted to take your life. It can only be said that a stupid person is beyond his control!"

"Hehe..." Murong Yan could only laugh a few times, speaking of it, all the bad things were caused by the death edict of the dead old man.To die is to die, to insist on seizing the crown prince's position before death, and to point all the blame at him, this kind of stupid thing is really only done by a short-circuited brain before death. ...but a lot of people were killed because of it.

He glanced at the two people standing not far away. If he hadn't had some brains to give him the secret guard that he had secretly trained for many years, he might have died as soon as he arrived here.

The wind and rain outside the pavilion was turbulent, the rain was pattering, and the chill was permeated in the wind and invaded head-on.Slight drunkenness came from his body, looking at the smiling person across the way, Murong took one glass after another in his hand.

"By the way, Xiao Liu, tell Xiao Yin for me that it's time to return to the palace, he owes enough homework." Murong Yan said suddenly.

Murong trembled, looked at the safety button on the table, paused, and then replied: "That kid is too naughty, and I have to be disciplined by you, Brother Huang. I will let him go back to the palace when I return. It's just ..."

"Just what?"

"It's just... on the fifteenth day, please invite the emperor's brother to go over to the house for a while, and my brother... treat it as my last farewell..." Murong Po lowered his head, his eyes were fixed on the wine in the glass, and his voice was soft and gentle. .

Murong Ni raised her head abruptly, and said in astonishment: "The last farewell? Xiao Liu, what do you mean?..."

"Oh, what do you mean by my brother... don't you understand, brother?" Murong Yi drank another glass of wine, picked up the safety button on the table, put it in his arms carefully, and looked at Murong Yi who was staring at him. , smiled and said: "Chendi will not justify what I have done, because it is the truth. Brother Huang, you are soft-hearted, and I know it, but I am not a brazen person. After fifteen years, I will return to the fief ...In addition, there is this safety buckle, and you will give it to me as an imperial brother..."

He got up from the chair, took a look at Murong Yan, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Xiao Liu..." Murong Yan murmured, Murong Yan had already walked out of Jingmeng Pavilion over there, and was waving his hand to push away the servants who were about to come up to hold umbrellas.

"little six……"

With clenched fists, the joints have turned white, Murong Yan frowned in pain.

He has already given him a hint that nothing is wrong, as long as he makes it clear.However, his younger brother, once again, let him down...

"Reprint, why did he..." Murong Yan looked at the empty wine glass on the opposite side of the table and whispered.

"Master." Reyin walked to Murong Ni, bowed his head respectfully, "Prince Rui has always been like this. Master, there is no need to..."

That's right, it has always been like this. Murong Yi has always been determined to go his own way. This is his character and cannot be changed... He knew that this would be the result, but he...

Reyin looked at the pale Murong Yi, hated himself for being unable to do anything, and couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment towards Murong Yi in his heart.These bystanders watched Murong Yi give Murong Yi a chance again and again, and watched Murong Yi ignore it again and again, and just walked farther and farther along the path they judged, but they didn't even look at it. refuse to go back...

"Master, Mr. Zhao is asking to see you." Chong Jing appeared and said softly from the side.

Murong Yan waved his hand, motioning for Chong Jing to bring someone in.

Zhao Yonglong was still dressed in white, and his exquisite appearance provoked seriousness who came in with him to sneak peeks from time to time. When he was in front of Murongyi, Chongli coughed heavily. Only then did seriousness realize his impoliteness, and hurried to obediently Stand aside, watch your nose, nose, and heart.

"Young Master Han."

"Mr. Zhao, please sit down." Murong Yan calmed down and put on a mask.

After Zhao Yonglong sat down, Murong Ni asked, "I don't know what you want Mr. Zhao to do?"

Since Zhao Yonglong still called him Mr. Han even though he knew his identity, Murong Ni naturally had no choice but to follow him, and he could not use the emperor's identity to suppress others. Drive people away.

"Let us go. You already know what you want to know." Zhao Yonglong said coldly.

"What if I say no?" Murong Yan raised his eyebrows.

"You!!" Zhao Yonglong said angrily, his displeasure was beyond words.

"Mr. Zhao, don't be impatient." Murong Yan folded his arms on his chest and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"Our master and apprentice have no use value for you, Young Master Han. As the Lord of the Yan Kingdom, Young Master Han promises a thousand gold, so it's better to do what you say, otherwise, it won't sound good to spread the word." Zhao Yonglong snorted coldly.At the same time, he looked up and down and evaluated Murong Yi with his eyes. ...As expected of someone his apprentice admired, his face and temperament are all first-class...

Sensing Zhao Yonglong's appraising gaze, Murong Li continued calmly: "Don't be impatient after saying that, as long as Mr. Zhao tells me about your relationship with the former emperor's concubine Ru, I will send you out of the palace. Otherwise, Hmph..." At the end of the words, there was a hint of murderous intent.

Zhao Yonglong was startled, but then smiled again, as if he had expected this problem a long time ago.

"...You still asked this question." He pulled a self-deprecating smile and lowered his head slightly, as if he was recalling something, "...Concubine Ru is my junior sister. She insisted on marrying into the palace despite everyone's obstruction. In the end, he ended up depressed in the cold palace, and no one cared about him until he died of illness..."

"That's what you want to know, why I help Murong Yu. I'm not for him, just for his mother."

That night, Murong Yan sent someone to send Zhao Yonglong and Jiang Hai out of the palace.

In the carriage, Zhao Yonglong slightly closed his eyes and rested his mind. Next to him, Jiang Hai sat upright with his head bowed in silence.Zhao Yonglong opened his eyes, and from the corner of his eye saw the man who had lost his soul since getting on the carriage, shook his head slightly, and then sighed.

Outside the carriage, the drizzle was still falling slightly, and the guards wrapped in armor patrolled around. In this drizzle night, there was nowhere to hide the sense of emptiness and loneliness in the royal palace of Nuo Da.

There was silence in Pingrong Palace, on the dragon bed, Murong Yi hugged Chongyin's waist, buried her head in Chongyin's neck, her long eyelashes blinked occasionally, she was thinking of something.

In Prince Rui's mansion, in the study, Murong Yi handed a few letters to the guard who was waiting on the side, with a serious expression on his face.

At this time, several powerful officials in the Gyeonggi area were secretly busy...