Chapter 732： The handsome man who cleaned up Liu Wanyu's clinginess (9)

Chapter 732 Clean up Liu Wanyu's clingy general (9)

Huang Fushan told him that Rong Qing's bedroom is very recognizable, on the right is a yard full of crabapple and pear trees.

Ma Yuan entered the courtyard smoothly. The moment he entered, he had an illusion, as if he was not in the Nanjiang Palace, but returned to Yueer's Tangli Courtyard. Lanzhi had never been so nervous before.

Then just as he was about to step into the corridor, a court lady and an old man in black robe stepped through the Moon Gate.

He quickly shrank back, hid behind the big tree, and tried to adjust his breath to minimize his sense of existence.

"My lord is about to go to bed, please hurry up and don't delay me too long." Su Yi said neither humble nor overbearing while leading the way.

Suhuo responded with a deep voice, and when he passed the crabapple tree, he stopped suddenly and looked over there.

Ma Yuan's heart suddenly rose to his throat, isn't this the Suhuo who killed the prince and then blamed him? Why is he here? He didn't want to kill his son, did he?

Ma Yuan quietly pulled out the dagger, you old man, if you dare to touch a hair of my son, I will die with you!

"Old man, are you here yet? Wait for a long time! Woman, you?"

Inside, the young man scolded dissatisfiedly.

Su Yi bowed her body and said to Su Huo: "Lord Su Huo, this way please."

Su Huo turned his face away, stepped onto the corridor with Su Yi, and entered the third room on the right.

That should belong to Rong Qing, Ma Yuan secretly wrote it down. He tiptoed around to the side of the room, hid under the window sill, and eavesdropped on the movement in the room. He was so angry when he saw Su Huo just now, he forgot that Su Huo belonged to the Empress, and so did Rong Qing. Strictly speaking, they are allies, so there shouldn't be any conflict.

Ma Yuan broke into a cold sweat, but still held the dagger and remained vigilant.

"I heard that you were assassinated." Su Huo said straight to the point.

"Not doing your business?"

Rong Qing's voice is very weak, it can be heard that he is not polite to Su Huo.

Su Huo was not annoyed, and his tone was as usual: "The empress attaches great importance to it, and asked me to find out that assassin, so I came to check the assassin's situation with you."

is verification, not inquiry.

Rong Qing raised his eyes lightly, his calm water eyes did not see any waves, but seemed to be lurking undercurrents, and with just a touch, endless storms could flow: "When is it your turn to take care of my affairs?"

"It's not me, it's the empress."

"Then you tell her, and she doesn't care."

Suhuo's cold eyes narrowed: "Is it Princess Shan's guard?"

"Su Huo, I advise you to take care of the matter of the Eastern Palace."

"Did you agree to Huangfuyan's request again? Rong Qing, don't forget, you belong to the queen!"

"Fuck you!" The boy lifted the curtain at once, jumped out, and gave Su Huo a kick, "Rong Qing is obviously from Lao Tzu!"

Su Huo tried to block with one arm, but was forced to take a few steps back and leaned against the window sill.

Ma Yuan didn't even dare to breathe out, for fear that he would be caught by Suhuo as soon as he took a breath. But who is that boy? What does he mean? How domineering!

Rong Qing pushed aside the curtain, revealing that face that was astonished as a man of heaven, and said lightly: "Whoever you want to arrest, just go and arrest, don't come to me in the middle of the night, I don't care about people who are too ugly... patience."

The young man drew out his sword, pointed at Suhuo, and said domineeringly: "Will you go? If you don't go, I will be rude!"

Suhuo's eyelids moved, he turned and left.

The young man put the sword back into the scabbard, jumped on the bed, got into the quilt and said: "The old guy is really annoying, don't let him come in next time! That guy smells so bad!" As he spoke, he buried his head and sucked on Rong Qing's neck, " You are still fragrant, Rong Qing, you are really fragrant."

Rong Qing pushed his head away, looked at the suddenly protruding quilt: "Where do you put your legs?"

The young man resentfully moved back the leg that was pressing on him, hugged his waist and said, "I'm cold! It's so cold, so cold, so cold. I'll spend the winter as soon as autumn comes. Oh, it's so cold to death..."

(end of this chapter)