Chapter 119 Saving the Paranoid 11
[The time and space seal prop has been used up. 】
When Lingyao opened her eyes, the lotus pond she had just seen was no longer in front of her, and she returned to the bed where she slept.
It was sunset outside, and there was no snow on the ground.
It seems he is back.
Before Lingyao got out of bed, someone knocked on the window.
Two short and three long knocking sounds are the secret codes for mutual confirmation in the evil sect.
After the knocking stopped, a note was slipped through the window.
【The news is wrong, it is not until 3 o'clock. 】
Xie Men had already discovered that Murong Jing was an unfathomable person, so he passed the news on to the original owner and asked him to go and discuss it in detail.
But it was too late for the original owner. He was shot with a dagger that night and stabbed by his fellow disciple. He had been thrown into prison and tortured.
Now that Lingyao is here and the original owner has been prevented from going to jail, it is natural that the news has been passed on.
Lingyao casually placed the paper on the candle flame and lit it.
Get up and go out.
The night is peaceful and the breeze makes people feel refreshed.
Lingyao thought that after the effect of the time and space mark, the situation of the God of Wealth should have changed.
As a result, before he took two steps, two palace maids came towards him, carrying simple and plain food boxes.
He was still saying, "The Emperor clearly knew that the Prince had no martial arts skills, but he still let the Prince participate in the competition. Now, the Prince is ill again for a few months."
The maidservant next to her quickly made a gesture to silence her: "Stop talking now, or someone will hear you. I will report you to the emperor. But how can the prince not know martial arts? I remember that every prince has a special martial arts class?"
"You've only been here for a short time, so you don't know. This prince was injured when he was a child. It seems that his brain was confused due to burns. He didn't allow anyone to touch him or apply medicine to him. Later, his body collapsed, and he stopped practicing martial arts..." The words were choked by the palace maid.
The two palace maids were startled when they saw Lingyao suddenly appearing before them.
Just as I said I was afraid someone would hear it, someone really heard it.
He quickly lowered his head, picked up the lunch box and left at a quick pace.
Lingyao's eyes fell on the closed door and she walked over.
She pushed open the door and took in the entire situation inside the house.
Murong Jing had injuries on his waist and arms.
He was still wearing the black brocade robe used for martial arts training, and his long hair was tied up with that familiar, monotonous black headband.
Even that handsome face had a trace of blood.
A thin line was cut on the side of his face, and tiny beads of blood were flowing out along the line.
Although there is no mercy in the competition, most of the royal competitions are just a matter of moments.
After all, no one dared to kill the royal descendants.
But Murong Jing is different.
Most of the people in the competition are the emperor's men, so the results will naturally be determined by what the emperor wants.
If the emperor wants you to win, you win. If the emperor wants you to be hurt, you can only suffer.
Murong Jing was injured, but he did not look in pain at all.
He no longer had the clumsy and stubborn attitude he had when he was a student.
It was no longer like when he was young, when he got injured while practicing martial arts, he would be the first to run to her side.
At that time, he did not take the initiative to say that he was injured.
Just put his wound in front of her eyes.
Other princes would cry and scream when they were injured, but he never cried out when he was injured, as if he didn't feel any pain.
It’s just that love exposes the wound to Lingyao.
At this moment, Murong Jing half raised his eyes and looked at her with his dark eyes.
His tone was cold and hoarse, no different from how he treated a stranger: "Who let you in?"