The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

"Bang!"

The sword hit the floor.

Zhao De trembled his hands, the blood from his whole body poured into his heart, his pale face was slightly raised, as if he was trying his best to restrain his emotions.

He raised his hand, with a sun-green jade finger on his index finger, and pointed at Mu Zhaoxiang who smelled of alcohol with a slight trembling.

"Wake him up."

Huarong's face was full of panic, and the guards who had been ordered would not be merciful. The two stepped forward, one grabbed Mu Zhaoxiang's neck, and the other picked up the teapot beside him.

"Who! Who dares to splash my master?!! I don't want to live..."

With tea hanging on his face, Mu Zhaoxiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the words that came to his lips disappeared the moment he saw Zhao De's gloomy face.

"Cousin, cousin."

Now Zhao De only felt that his hands and feet were terribly cold, but he couldn't help thinking of the feeling that made him a hundred times excited every night when he was drunk.

Excited to the point of suffocation.

Like a stick in the throat.

"Third brother, when did my fairy medicine...become Wushisan?"

Zhao De raised his eyelids slightly, his pale face was expressionless, but his eyes were deep and terrifying.

Hearing his words, Mu Zhaoxiang froze all over, and raised his head in disbelief.

His head was in a daze, and for a moment he couldn't tell what nonsense he just said.

"No...not...cousin..."

Mu Zhaoxiang's lips trembled, suddenly thinking of today's wine, and with a "slap", he slapped Huarong's face heavily.

"You, what wine did you give me to drink!"

Huarong didn't notice it for a moment, but she fell out, her whole body was limp and her flesh trembled wildly, and she was so happy that she covered her slapped face with extreme aggrievedness.

"The servants don't have..."

But before Mu Zhaoxiang could quibble, Zhao De kicked him to the ground.

"Gu, ask, you."

He gritted his teeth, his pale face was full of hatred and disappointment.

"Who, do, of."

Mu Zhaoxiang prostrated himself on the ground and shook his head quickly. At this moment, he lost the complacency just now, and only cared about denying it.

"Cousin, cousin...it's because I got drunk, no, nothing..."

"Gu let you tell! Who is it! How dare you lie to Gu!"

Zhao De lost his patience and bent over to pick up the sword. Seeing this, Mu Zhaoxiang was so frightened that he burst into tears.

"No! No! Cousin...yes, this bitch mixed something into the wine! Cousin...uh!" Mu Zhaoxiang wanted to quibble, but the next moment, the long sword pierced his shoulder, and the lake The blue robe was soaked by the seeping blood.

Mu Zhaoxiang rolled his eyes and passed out immediately.

Zhao De drew out his sword, and blood dripped down from the sword, forming a pool of blood.

"Who sent you here?"

All the flustered emotions on Huarong's face faded away, and she knelt down neither humble nor overbearing, with a firm tone.

"Our husband said that one day, we will meet His Highness, but not now. What happened today is our husband's letter of surrender."

Zhao De's face remained calm, and his sword pointed at Huarong.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"Our husband said that she can help His Highness."

As Huarong said, she slowly took out the information from her sleeve, and offered it respectfully with both hands.

Looking at the paper in the woman's hand, Zhao De became suspicious, time passed slowly, and finally when Huarong's wrist was a little sour, he took the paper.

Opening the paper, with just one glance, Zhao De raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What do you have to do with Zhao Quan?"

His eyes were full of cold doubts, but Huarong was calm and looked at Zhao De with determination.

"Five years ago, my father Chen Zongpu offended Zhao Quan just because of his words. On the way back to his hometown, he met a thief. All 83 members of my Chen family died under the knife of the thief. Only I was hidden by my mother. In his arms, he escaped a catastrophe, but..."

Speaking of this, Hua Rong did not know when, two lines of tears had already shed.

"He, Zhao Quan, is just the son of a lowly slave, with a humble status, how can he compete with His Highness! His Highness the Crown Prince is wise and virtuous. It's a pity that my father could not continue to follow His Highness, but this slave family exposed the true face of that villain in front of the world! "

Hearing the name Chen Zongpu, Zhao De put down his sword thoughtfully.

Five years ago, this petty official had indeed brought up the identity of Zhao Quan's biological mother in public. Later, he made some mistakes, and he didn't bother to bother to protect her, but unexpectedly she died.

Really unlucky.

Zhao De lowered his eyes, and the plump beauty's clothes were in a mess. When she cried, the soft flesh on her chest trembled, and there were red marks on her neck.

But he gave birth to a beautiful daughter.

Zhao De calmly put away the paper in his hand, and looked at Huarong's face meaningfully.

"This matter is too long ago. If you want to go back, if Zhao Quan refuses to admit it, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

"Of course, Zhao Quan cannot be brought down by this matter, but there is a big case here at my slave's house..."

Zhao De narrowed his narrow eyes and took a step forward in a condescending manner.

Huarong opened her mouth and just made a mouth shape.

The lips were so delicate and beautiful that they opened and closed, Zhao De's expression finally changed.

His eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

"really?"

"It is absolutely true, Your Highness."

"What about the evidence?"

"Sir, the proof is in..."

Huarong paused for a moment, Zhao De leaned over and turned his ear, Huarong hugged his shoulders as naturally as a fairy.

"Sir, the time has not yet come for this matter. If the slaves say it, it will be useless to His Highness, and His Highness will kill the slaves. At that time, who will avenge the poor father of the slaves and the more than [-] members of the Chen family?" ah……"

The woman pressed against Zhao De's ear, exhaling like blue, Zhao De laughed out loud, but his hands strangled the back of Huarong's neck mercilessly.

"If five years ago, I knew that there was such a beautiful woman in Chen Zongpu's family, I would definitely include you in my prince's mansion, what a pity..."

Zhao De's subordinates pulled Huarong away with great force, unable to hide their disgust.

"Gu doesn't like the ones used by others, it's dirty."

"The slave family has usurped."

Huarong bit her lip tightly, but her eyes dimmed instantly.

But Zhao De didn't care.

His gaze fell on Huarong's body coldly, as if he was seeing an object, secretly calculating her value.

"If your master is sincere, let him come to see Gu in person, and hide behind a prostitute pretending to be a ghost. It's ridiculous. As for today's matter, if half a sentence is spread, Gu will kill you so that you can go to the underworld. The company of the underworld with your father, brothers and relatives can be regarded as the sincerity of your family."

"……Yes……"

Huarong lowered her head, not daring to go beyond the bounds.

The suspicious prince finally thought of his cousin who had lost a lot of blood. He turned his back in such a cold-blooded way that Mu Zhaoxiang never left the corner of his eye.

"Bring him back to the Prince's Mansion, don't let him die."

"Yes."

At this time, outside the Qianjin Building, the carriage was parked at the entrance of the alley.

"Master, there is no movement yet."