Chapter 117 Saving the Paranoid Prince 9
Although the emperor favors the Seventh Prince and Concubine Wen, he has no intention of re-establishing a crown prince.
In that case, Concubine Wen doesn't mind adding fuel to the fire.
She had seen Murong Jing occupy the throne for too long.
Soon, the senior palace maid beside Murong Jing was called away.
When the senior palace maid came back, she lowered her head and reported to Murong Jing.
"Your Highness, the Emperor invites you."
The imperial concubine looked on with delight as she watched the head palace maid lead Murong Jing out.
Those two palace maids were sent out by her.
Seeing Murong Jing's tattered clothes today, it was indeed as they reported.
Maybe it's because lowly lives are easier to support.
He looked much better than she expected.
The two senior palace maids followed Lingyao's instructions and did whatever the imperial concubine told them to do.
The imperial concubine asked them to take the person to the lotus pond outside the palace.
However, he was stopped halfway through his journey.
The one who stopped them was Concubine Wen's son, the Seventh Prince.
The Seventh Prince knew that these two people were his mother's men.
Bian ordered as a matter of course: "You all step back first."
The two senior palace maids looked at each other and stood still.
When the Seventh Prince saw that he couldn't get anyone to respond, he immediately became furious.
"What? This prince can't stop you two lowly slaves? Get out of here, both of you."
There was no trace of the look as if he had just been reading poetry and books in front of the emperor.
The two palace maids quickly replied that they dared not and retreated with their heads lowered.
Only then did the Seventh Prince feel satisfied.
In his hand he held an exquisite whip, which was a tribute from the border and a reward from the emperor.
The expression on the Seventh Prince's face was extremely excited.
Ever since he fell ill last time, he has been recuperating in the palace and has not "played" with Murong Jing for a long time.
"Brother, long time no see. I recently learned a new way to play. How about you try it, brother?"
As soon as he raised the whip in his hand, a piece of gravel hit his wrist suddenly, causing his face to twist in pain.
The moonlight sprinkled on the ground like broken silver.
Lingyao stood on a high bridge not far away, her eyes as cold and clear as the moon.
The exquisite, unworldly and unattainable face is like a god fallen from the sky.
The Seventh Prince followed Murong Jing's gaze and looked in amazement.
In Murong Jing's eyes, he only saw Lingyao uttering four cold words from her lips.
"Light Wind Sword Technique."
The seventh prince also came to his senses, endured the pain in his hands and swung the whip again.
Murong Jing suddenly pulled out a short and thin sword from his waist.
Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, his black robe drew a beautiful and neat arc in the air.
A moment.
The Seventh Prince lay on the ground with a flushed face, feeling angry.
Looking at the sword tip that was so close to him, a bit of fear emanated from him.
The exquisite whip was broken into several pieces and lay silently beside it.
The young man stood upright in a black robe, the corners of his clothes flying in the air, and his dark eyebrows and eyes were as black as ink in the moonlight.
With his back to Lingyao, his pair of dark eyes revealed a bit of viciousness and uncontrollable murderous excitement.
The Seventh Prince was naturally good at martial arts, and he had been learning martial arts from a master since he was young, although he did not study very seriously.
But it is more than enough to deal with this waste Murong Jing.
After all, no one would teach a deposed prince martial arts, it would be a waste of time.
However, Murong Jing's skills today were beyond his imagination.
He could feel that Murong Jing really wanted to kill him, but he stopped for some reason.
Lingyao, who was watching nonchalantly at the side, finally walked down slowly.
Then let the two palace maids take Murong Jing back first.
Although Murong Jing won, the Seventh Prince had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he had only practiced martial arts for a month, so he was still injured.
The blood on the shoulder darkened the color of the black robe.