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The man was dressed in silver feathered robes, his black hair was soft and smooth, reaching down to his waist, and his lips were as red as blood. His back was straight, and there was a huge, tenacious strength in his handsome figure, which constantly gave off an extremely beautiful and bright aura.

In this world, there was no other man that could win against such a handsome demoness like him.

Leng Shaoyu's face darkened, his eyebrows knitted slightly, and he half-lowered his head to look at the woman who had fainted in his embrace. The hand that was hugging her shoulder couldn't help but tighten.

Amidst the rising smoke, he carried Luo Shang and walked towards the door in large strides. The shelves on the roof beams had been burned off by the intense fire, and they had descended from the sky while carrying scorching hot black charcoal.

The burning black wood continued to fall towards them as Leng Shaoyu hugged the woman tightly and leaned forward to protect her.

He frowned, his amber eyes darkening. The pain in his back made him grit his teeth, but he didn't let go.

The charcoal that smashed onto his body fell to the ground. His luxurious and beautiful long clothes were snapped in the flames, and Leng Shaoyu's left shoulder and half of his arm was injured.

He held Luo Shang tightly, and did not loosen his grip until they walked out of the door of the woodshed that had already collapsed from the flames of the fire.

"Your Highness..." When Little Cai saw that the man had come out, she immediately walked forward. When she saw that the prince had come out safely, she wiped her tears away.

Just now, when the prince charged into the flames, he truly scared her. If something were to happen to the prince, how would she survive?

"This servant and the rest greet the prince." Shen Changqing, the host of the backyard led all the female dancers and kneeled on the ground, bowing their heads.

It was fortunate that the prince was fine. If something unexpected happened, they would all die with him.

"Your Highness, your hand …" Little Cai originally wanted to wipe the sweat off the man's forehead with the handkerchief, but suddenly discovered that he was bleeding profusely from holding onto Luo Shang's falling hand.

At a glance, the clothes on his arm were torn to shreds, and bright red blood flowed down from the broken skin on his shoulder.

Leng Shaoyu did not care about his wound at all. He looked at the woman in his arms, who was sleeping soundly with a dirty little face covered in a layer of dust.

"Your servant was negligent and put the wangfei in danger. Your highness, please punish me." Shen Changqing kneeled at the man's feet.

"This King does not wish to see such a thing happen a second time." Leng Shaoyu's tone was plain, but it made people feel cold listening to it.

Shen Changqing and the rest of the people in the backyard all lowered their heads.

"This servant has already sent someone to invite the Officer Chu. She is currently waiting outside the backyard. The prince's wounds …" Little Cai looked at Leng Shaoyu.

The man said indifferently, "Treat the wangfei first."

Little Cai raised her head in shock, she was stunned and paused for a moment before replying, "Yes."

Leng Shaoyu passed Luo Shang over to the two dancers, and he accidentally saw the girl crying on the ground.

When he had arrived earlier, he had seen her kneeling outside the door, shouting for her to save the wangfei.

"What's your name?" His voice was cold and intimidating as he asked her this question.

Xiao Zhu sobbed as she raised her head. Immediately, she sunk again as she did not dare look at Leng Shaoyu's face. She was afraid.

"I... This servant is called Xiao Zhu. "

The Xiao Zhu didn't know why the Prince had asked for her to come, but she timidly replied.

"Are you worried about her?" Leng Shaoyu raised his sexy eyebrows and stared at her.

Look at this little girl, she doesn't look like she's pretending.

Xiao Zhu nodded her head. She hurriedly knelt at Leng Shaoyu's feet, kowtowed, and raised her small, teary face, as she pleaded: "I dare not forget the princess's kindness in saving my life. If it wasn't for princess, I wouldn't have lived until today, and just now, it was princess who risked her life to push me out. "I beg the king to grant me his wish, and I beg the king to grant me his wish …"

She kowtowed heavily.

The man hesitated for a moment before narrowing his eyes. It was as if he was considering something at this moment. His long and thick eyelashes swept past him, but he didn't say anything. He turned around and left.

Was this the king's tacit approval?

Everyone's heads were lowered, and only after the Duke had left the Southern Garden did they dare to raise them.

Little Cai gave a few instructions, then smiled and said a few polite words to Shen Changqing. After taking care of the wangfei, he also withdrew from the Southern Garden.

Just as everyone relaxed from their earlier seriousness, they only saw a person walking towards them.

He was dressed in a dark green robe, his hair tied up in a bamboo hairpin, a fan in his hand. His skin was fair, his features handsome, and there was also a touch of gentleness in his handsome features!

The man had jet-black hair and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes under his sword-like brows. They were filled with emotion, causing people to fall into his trap if they weren't careful. Her nose was high and straight, her red lips were moderately thin, but now they were suffused with a dazzling smile.

When he walked closer, everyone immediately bowed in astonishment: "Greetings, Prince Han!"

"Quickly get up. If you all get tired from kneeling, this king will feel heartache." Leng Mufei smiled as he squinted, fanned himself with the fan in his hand, and said some tender words.

The dancers were dreaming of the charm of a man when they heard Shen Changqing instructing the maidservants beside them, "Officer Chu has already been waiting for a long time.

"Yes." The two girls answered and supported Luo Shang as they dragged him out.

Leng Mufei watched as they left. He narrowed his eyes, then curled his enchanting lips and gently fanned himself with his pearl fan.

Just a moment ago, he and his brother Prince Jin had something to attend to and were temporarily leaving the residence. When he saw the maids and servants carrying buckets of water, he heard that it was because the Southern Garden firewood house in the backyard had ran away with water.

When his brother heard about the Princess Jin being locked in the woodshed, his expression was exactly the same as it was back then. Without saying a word, he turned around and left for Southern Garden.

Leng Mufei had always been standing at the corner of the Southern Garden's long corridor in the rear courtyard. He had personally witnessed how the Prince Jin charged into the flames without regards for his own life and death, completely rescuing that woman.

It seemed that this chess piece of his was indeed perfect.

"The girls in the backyard are so intelligent, and have such good skins, Manager Shen must have spent a lot of effort." Leng Mufei swept his eyes across the dancers.

This group of women were indeed gorgeous. The Flower Soul Exhibition a few days later had really made him look forward to it.

Shen Changqing flicked his sleeves as he replied modestly: "Prince Han praises you too much. This is all thanks to the guidance of Prince Jin. This servant is only following orders. If you put in the most effort, it would still belong to the two princes."

"Haha …" Manager Shen's mouth is still so eloquent, This King likes it. " Leng Mufei laughed carefreely.

There was something different about the smile. He closed her fan and slowed down her tone as she said: "Manager Shen sure is elegant, but it doesn't seem like the style of a woman who has been living in the depths of the palace for a long time. On the contrary, it seemed more like someone who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. For example … "The harem."

The harem.

As if his entire body had been electrocuted, he thought back to the scene of the Empress's death. He thought about the struggle and jealousy between the women in the imperial harem, his schemes, his ruthless methods, and his unfathomable shrewd and shrewd heart.

She was afraid that the man in front of her would see through her, so she deliberately smiled to hide her nervousness. She said, "Prince, you must be joking. This old servant has been in the palace for so many years, how could it be related to the harem? If there is one, it is only to nurture this group of women to enter the palace for the princes."

"This King was just saying it." Leng Mufei curled his lips, and said casually, but his eyes flashed with a light, catching ahold of Shen Changqing's fear.

He didn't ask any further. He noticed Ni Duan, but didn't say anything. He loosened the straps at his collar and said to the crowd, "I heard that there's no lack of novelty in the backyard. This King will take a careful look at it today. Go busy yourselves, and don't agree with me. Otherwise, if you lose your mind, we'll see each other again."

Leng Mufei smiled widely, he extended his two fingers and placed them on his lips, then gave the dancers an intoxicating flying kiss. With both hands behind his back, he turned and walked out confidently.

This kiss had really captivated this group of girls. If Prince Jin was the most beautiful and most monstrous man with a cold appearance, then this His Highness King Han was the warmest, most handsome and gentle man in this world.

When Prince Han left, Shen Changqing heaved a sigh of relief. She wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead that were hidden under his bun.

She had stayed in the Jin Residence for so many years. She only wanted to accomplish one thing, and that was to find an opportunity to kill that woman.

She had waited for so many years. For the sake of avenging the Empress's prince, her hair had gone from black to white, just to wait for an excellent opportunity.

Because Shen Changqing knew that there was only one chance, and if he did not succeed, there was only death. He could not die before he had avenged her hatred.

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Everywhere in the backyard, the flowers were lush green and the fragrance was extremely fragrant. From afar, one could smell the delicate fragrance of the peach and plum trees in the backyard of the wing.

"Greetings Prince Han."

Leng Mufei stopped and turned his head, there were two girls standing orderly behind one of the dancers, her hands looked like they were tied with shackles, although it was graceful, but no matter how one looked at it, they felt uncomfortable.

Only that woman, her temperament and elegance, was an innate beauty.

"When this servant heard that the Prince Han had come to the backyard, she had been waiting here the entire time. As the dancer said this, she used the handkerchief to wipe away the tears that had leaked out of the corners of her eyes.

"Oh? Day and night? This king had thought that you girls only had Prince Jin in your hearts. " Leng Mufei smiled as he leaned against the pillar behind him and looked at her.

The dancers hurriedly looked up, her eyes red from massaging, and said pitifully: "That's because they didn't know how great you are, Prince Han … How... It's intoxicating and addicting. "

Hearing that, Leng Mufei laughed out loud. So This King has such charm. "

He blinked his beautiful eyes, reached out his hand and lightly pinched the woman's chin, saying, "Since you're so obsessed, then you should properly guard that position in your heart. This king will give you an answer."

After he finished speaking, he released his hand and laughed, then walked out of the corner without looking back, heading in the direction of Southern Garden.

The dancer was touched, her eyes glistening with tears. She started to daydream about how she would one day soar to greatness and become the concubine of Prince Han in one fell swoop.

He didn't know that this kind of joke was not for real. It was just toying around with him.