Chapter 124 Saving the Paranoid Prince 16
The smell of blood was too strong and he didn't want her to know that he was covered in blood.
Wait until you change your clothes and come out.
Murong Jing then walked lazily towards Lingyao's room.
I just opened the door and found it was empty.
Murong Jing's eyes darkened, attracting the shadow next to him.
"What about her?"
Shadow lowered his head even more when he heard this.
"Master, please forgive me. We are not good at martial arts and cannot stop her."
Murong Jing's lips curled into a straight line, and he walked to the table and sat down.
Just wait quietly.
Seeing this, Shadow retreated into the darkness.
But in his heart he was worried that his master might go crazy at any time.
It would be fine if he came back, but if he didn't come back...
Shadow hid in the darkness again.
But fortunately, the person came back.
Lingyao pushed open the door and was not surprised to see Murong Jing in the room.
He entered the house very naturally.
However, the Eleventh Prince who followed her in was somewhat surprised and delighted.
"Fifth Brother."
The Eleventh Prince is only just over 10 years old, and his mother's family is prominent. Although he is not favored by the late emperor, no one in the palace dares to look down on him.
And because he was young, he had no desire to compete for the throne.
So from childhood to adulthood, she had an incredibly harmonious relationship with every prince and princess.
There is also the fact that the Eleventh Prince is a bit stupid and he may not even know who bullied him.
Even if you speak sarcastically to him, he may not understand.
Even if you understand it, you will forget it after a while.
Look, Lingyao had just injured him, and he chased after her, wanting to be her disciple.
When Murong Jing saw that there was someone following Lingyao, he immediately narrowed his eyes.
A dangerous golden light flashed in his dark pupils.
Lingyao's clothes are simple and elegant in color. The ivory white suits her very well and blends with her aloof and indifferent temperament.
But the Eleventh Prince Murong Qing behind her was like a butterfly.
The headband on her head was a bright orange, her clothes were a blue and white robe, and she held a bright red fan in her hand.
Murong Jing took the teacup beside him and sipped it slowly, letting out a huh from his throat.
Murong Qing didn't notice at all that something was wrong with his brother and kept moving closer to the house.
"Brother, do you think this person looks exactly like the one in your portrait? At that time, I thought there was no one in the world who was so good-looking. I thought she was just a dream of yours, but I actually met her."
The cup was placed on the table with a thump.
"Met by you?"
Murong Jing looked towards Murong Qing slowly, his voice soft and gentle.
However, Murong Qing rarely felt the darkness in his eyes, and even felt a little creepy at the look.
Murong Qing shook his shoulders, trying to shake off the chill on his back.
The meal was already placed on the table. Lingyao simply washed her hands and sat down at the table.
She sat right between Murong Jing and Murong Qing.
Murong Jing's eyelashes drooped, and the fingers holding the teacup turned almost white.
Murong Qing hadn't eaten yet, so he sat in his seat waiting for his food.
I am quite good at making arrangements on my own.
When he sat at the table, even Murong Qing was very polite. After all, he was a prince and had taken these lessons since he was a child.
The way he sat upright looked a bit like Murong Jing when he was a child.
It’s just that Murong Jing looks more cold and elegant.
Murong Qing's face was full of vitality and innocence that he did not have.
Murong Jing remembered that she seemed to like this the most.
I like those who are obedient, well-behaved and kind.
You still want to take her as your teacher, right?
Good, that’s very good.