C16

A cold breeze slid into the room through the open doorway, bringing with it a few leaves of yellow flowers, as if eager to mourn the sickly woman on the bed.

The Purple Gold Pavilion was lifeless, the entire garden filled with withered parasol trees that were desolate and desolate. They gathered together, and the cold wind at night blew against the broken frames on the door and creaked. The window curtain gently swayed, but it could not block out the endless darkness outside the window.

"Why is Zhuo Jin gone for so long …" Both of Ah Yu's hands were placed in front of him, constantly rubbing it, as she wished that she could bury her nails into the meat, in order to alleviate her anxiety that was difficult to calm down.

From time to time, she would glance at Luo Shang who was on the bed. Seeing the sweat on her forehead dry up bit by bit, her eyelashes no longer trembled.

Ah Yu carefully walked over and covered her with another layer of blanket. The servants of the Prince Jin Palace really knew how to judge their master's expression. They knew that the Prince Jin didn't like the princess and even used the blankets they sent over to deal with the problem.

"How is she?"

A low and deep male voice mixed with some shallow levels of worry sounded out from behind Ah Yu, she was so frightened by the sudden voice that cold sweat broke out on her back.

As if she had seen wrongly, she rubbed her eyes and hurriedly turned around to kneel. This servant greets His Highness King Han, my family's young miss, she … "

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Leng Mufei frowned. This man rarely frowned, at least in Ah Yu's impression, every time he saw him, he would look like a young noble.

Ah Yu remembered that the last time his young mistress had been beaten up, he had also appeared in time. Although the young miss did not wish to have anything to do with the Leng Clan, but from the looks of it, this His Highness King Han could be considered to be kind.

Leng Mufei's gaze passed through Ah Yu and landed on the face of the woman on the bed. He did not say anything and directly walked over and lifted the blanket that was over the woman, and then held her horizontally.

"His Highness King Han, where are you taking the young miss? His Highness King Han... " Seeing that he did not answer, Ah Yu carried Luo Shang and walked out, hurriedly following.

Leng Mufei frowned slightly, his innately lackadaisical face had a look of laziness to it. Looking at the unconscious woman in his arms, he said softly, "Of course to save her."

His voice was very pleasant to hear, not as cold as Prince Jin's. Instead, it was so warm that it made people feel comfortable.

As he spoke, he walked out of the Purple Gold Pavilion with vigorous strides.

On both sides of the courtyard, the dense forest was overshadowed. It was unknown if the night was too bleak, or if the people had frozen them too thin and ruined them.

When Leng Mufei, who was carrying Luo Shang, walked out of the Purple Gold Pavilion, he had just been greeted by a woman who was walking in his direction.

"When the woman saw the person in his embrace, she was somewhat astonished, but she quickly calmed down. She, is that girl? "

Leng Mufei smiled and nodded.

"Brother will not be happy with you doing this." The woman hurriedly said as she saw him walk towards the door of the palace with the woman in his arms.

"Seeing that he didn't stop, she opened her eyes wide." With Mo Yun there, he will soon know that you were the one who took Luo Shang away. "

The woman had long heard of Luo Shang, but it was also her first time seeing her today. It turned out that there was actually such a beautiful woman in this world, one would never be able to forget her beauty just by looking at her. If this girl was lucky, the one she would marry would instead become the imperial concubine, the imperial sister-in-law, instead of her older brother.

"Then wait until he knows." Leng Mufei's smile was very casual. It was clearly a very troublesome matter, but he was always this casual. The corner of his mouth slightly curved up in a pretty smile, and from beginning to end, he did not turn around.

The gate of the Prince Jin Palace was carved from gold cinnabar and it looked like a swimming dragon but also like a heavy city wall. It was this very beautiful iron gate that firmly locked Luo Shang's entire life.

"I pay my respects to His Highness King Han!" Mo Yun walked over from the front of the door and respectfully bowed. Prince Han was the younger brother of his master, and he was treated very well by Prince Jin. In this prince's mansion, as long as Prince Jin was around, he would get whatever he wanted and get what he wanted. This was also the reason why he would often stay in the Prince Jin Palace when he had grown up.

"Oh ~ what a coincidence, Lord Mo is so lively, admiring the night in the Duke's Mansion ~ I'm tired, so I won't disturb you anymore." Leng Mufei lifted the corner of his mouth and continued to smile lazily.

Seeing that he was about to leave the residence, Mo Yun squinted his eyes. When he saw the woman's face in his arms, he immediately stopped her.

No matter what kind of woman it was, as long as it was someone he wanted, he would bring them away. After all these years, there was no one in the Prince Jin Palace who didn't get what he wanted. However, no matter how bold he was, he couldn't bring this woman away.

She was in debt to his Prince Jin.

"His Highness King Han, please wait!"

Leng Mufei yawned, and looked at him with an impatient and tired expression: "What, Lord Mo can't possibly want this king to accompany you in watching the night, no, this won't do, this king is tired tonight. Furthermore, his heart is anxious to go to the Drunken Spring Dew to enjoy himself. Since Lord Mo is so interested, then this king will definitely drink with you another day, how about it? "

"His Highness King Han, you still can't leave?" Mo Yun blocked his way.

Leng Mufei's expression was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell how he was feeling right now, but the smile on his face did not change. Lord Mo, what do you mean by this? Could it be that even this duke needs to obtain your approval before I leave? "

"I dare not!" The prince could naturally leave the manor, but … You cannot take the Princess away. " The sword at Mo Yun's waist was horizontally across, making Leng Mufei laugh lightly.

"Your lordship knows how to handle things more and more. No wonder big brother thinks so highly of you. But tonight, this duke will definitely leave the manor, so I can still leave with your wangfei."

Mo Yun's face darkened, his fingers rubbing against the sword and boots on his waist, his eyebrows furrowed. Just as the two of them were in a deadlock, he heard a weak female voice coming from behind him.

"Lord Mo, it's getting late, why is Master still here?"

It was the woman from a moment ago. She was standing in the distance with a slight smile on her face as she walked over. Her steps were graceful and her every move was smooth. Even though her looks weren't that devastatingly beautiful, it was impossible to conceal the aura she exuded. She was wearing a plain long robe with a simple makeup on her face. It made her look even more comfortable.

Mo Yun looked at her but did not say a word. Instead, he lowered his eyes and deliberately avoided her eyes.

The woman in front of him was the daughter of the Prince Nong'e. When he was in trouble, she wasn't even six years old. The late emperor felt that she was both pitiful and obedient, and passed her on to the grand imperial concubine, who was also the birth mother of the Prince Jin.

When she was nineteen, when she was just as old as Luo Shang and was already like a flower, she was used as a tool for a marriage.

"Why didn't the lord answer me?" Leng Yuxin's eyes were like the rippling autumn waves, rippling in Mo Yun's heart.

The woman in front of him was someone he had longed for for for more than twenty years, someone he was willing to protect with his entire life. If one were to say that he was willing to stay in the palace in order to repay the king's kindness, then another reason would be for her.

Seven years ago, when Princess Zhaoyang was married, he escorted her thousands of miles to go to the marriage alliance. He watched the khan of the Hu people carry her into his tent and put out the lights. That night, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife. Seven years later, with the great victory of her Wu Zhou and the murder of the khan, he had personally brought her back to the Duke Palaces.

"I... "This humble servant greets the princess …" Mo Yun lowered his head. She was a princess, high and mighty. He was a vassal, humble and lacking.

"Lord Mo, Big Brother already knows about this matter, and purposely sent me here to tell you about it?" Leng Yuxin saw that he was still doubtful, and said, "What, don't tell me that even I don't want to believe it?"

Mo Yun did not say anything else, turned and retreated. In this world, he would never reject two people. One was the Prince Jin, the other was her.

Leng Mufei squinted his eyes, as if he was sizing up someone, but after laughing for a moment, he carried the person in his arms and walked out of the Prince Jin Palace.

That night, half of the imperial court was taken away by someone to Prince Han Palace. It wasn't until the third fragment of the night that the crowd dispersed.

On the soft golden mattress, Luo Shang's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her hands were anxiously grabbing onto her blanket.

"No …" Don't kill him... "Don't..."

"No!"

With a shout, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the beautiful red rhododendron canopy. She let out a deep breath. It was this kind of nightmare again. It was all blood. Who was that man? Why didn't she want him to be killed? Why couldn't she see his appearance? Just who was he? Why was he appearing in her dreams again and again?

Luo Shang already could not remember how many times she had had such strange dreams.

"A tired voice came from the side just as she was about to wake up." Did you have a nightmare? "

Luo Shang turned her head, only to see a man who dressed very casually lying on a soft chair by the window.

He had a devilish smile on his face, a high nose, and his thin lips were pursed as he looked at her.

"Leng Mufei, why are you here?"

Leng Mufei jumped down from his chair and slowly poured himself a cup of tea. As he walked, he said: "This is my house, I'm not here, where else would I be?"

"What did you say?" Luo Shang frowned, she looked around, and saw golden muslin curtains, collapsed beds, and frescoes. It really wasn't her room.

Only then did she notice the clothes on her body, the pale white silk. It wasn't hers either, if this really was his mansion, then her clothes …

"What did you do to me?" Luo Shang looked at her clothes and frowned her beautiful eyebrows as she asked him.

The man that walked over paused, he looked at her with a questioning look, then smiled charmingly, and said with a mocking tone: "A man and woman alone in a room, what do you think I would do to you?"