Kite falling into red dust

That night, Xiao Langhao got drunk, and kept talking nonsense to Murong Mingyu, who was sober, "Hey, are all the beauties in this world going to fall into the arms of your father?" Murong Mingyu was not angry, but replied calmly: "Not only my father, but also other kings, powerful people can always get what they want, not to mention that the king is the most powerful person in the whole country. He stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, saying: "Perhaps, you made your heart clear to Miss Hongdie earlier, so she doesn't have to go to the palace now."

Xiao Langhao smiled sadly at him, and said: "My heart? She already knew."

Murong Mingyu didn't know what else to say to comfort him.Xiao Langhao, who has always been known as "living among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf on his body", fell in love with him for the first time, but was rejected. This is really a sad and lamentable thing.

However, who has not tasted the taste of love so far, what right does he have to express sympathy for him?

Xiao Langhao passed out drunk.

Murong Mingxuan ordered someone to put him to sleep on his bed, and told him to take good care of him, while he took Mo Yuan to the back garden of the palace for a walk.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a mournful flute sound in the wind.Even though it was the warm late spring season, he actually fought a cold war, as if accompanied by the sound of flute, there was also the cold wind and rain in late autumn.Even Mo Yuan, who was always dull and dull, frowned and said, "The sound of the flute makes people feel really uncomfortable."

The Zigui on the tree seemed to be infected by the sound of the flute, and kept crying at the top of its throat, as if it was about to cry out blood.

Murong Mingyu couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly around his body.Following the sound of the flute, he divided the flowers through the willows, and finally found the flute player.

Under the peach tree whose flowers were almost gone, the man was dressed in light and elegant white clothes, his slender and well-proportioned body was looming, and his long black hair like a waterfall was tied with a white ribbon, hanging down to his waist.

The sound of the flute continued, accompanied by the cool evening wind, it broke my heart.

Murong Mingyu quietly walked behind the man, but deliberately coughed.The man trembled in shock and turned to look at him.

At that moment, Murong Mingyu felt that he saw the Banished Immortal floating down from the Toad Palace—his beautiful face was covered with teardrops, shining under the moonlight.Seeing the comer clearly, he didn't want others to see his tears, so he quickly turned his face away.

Murong Mingyu approached him a few steps, and asked, "Young Master Hongyuan? What are you doing here? What's the matter?" Luo Hongyuan turned her back to him, without any reaction, tightly clenched the hand hanging by her side. That bamboo flute.

Murong Mingyu turned his head and ordered Mo Yuan to stay away.Then continue to walk behind Luo Hongyuan, and pull him over.

He lowered his head, crystal clear tears gushed out of his eyes, flowed down his delicate chin to his snow-white neck.But he bit his lower lip and frowned, it could be seen that he was trying to hold back the tears.

Murong Mingyu suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.Gently lifted his face, gently wiped away the tears on his face, and asked sincerely and gently: "What's the matter? Tell me, I can understand." Luo Hongyuan avoided his hand and shook shook his head.

"Did someone bully you? Tell me, I'll teach him for you!" He said to him in a tone like coaxing a child.But he still shook his head, looking helpless, vulnerable and pitiful.

Murong Mingyu suddenly felt an impulse and pulled him into his arms.

He felt the muscles of Luo Hongyuan's whole body tense instantly, and her body trembled slightly.

He is a prince, he is a musician, such intimate actions are very inappropriate.But when Murong Mingyu saw his tears, the only thought in his heart was to warm him and protect him, and he had no time to care about the disparity in status.

However, Murong Mingyu found another thing that surprised him on his body——his body exuded bursts of lilac-like fragrance.Murong Mingyu hugged Luo Hongyuan's slender and soft body, smelled the clear fragrance emanating from his body, and suddenly noticed some strange movements in his body and heart.

He let go of him slowly.Luo Hongyuan raised her face and stared blankly at him with bright eyes glistening with tears.The cool wind blew gently, and the peach blossom petals fluttered down on their bodies.Murong Mingyu reached out and removed a petal that fell on Luo Hongyuan's head, and helped him smooth out the broken hair on his forehead.

Murong Mingyu was stunned suddenly, and the movements of his hands froze immediately.

At this moment, everything is quiet, and the bright moonlight shines softly on them.The young man in front of him looked so flawless, with clean and innocent eyes.Murong Mingyu had an impure thought in his heart just now, and he was frightened by his own thought.

But he didn't kill this idea in time, his originally stiff hand fell on Luo Hongyuan's face, and gently stroked her forehead, eyebrows, bridge of nose, and cheeks one by one.Finally, his eyes fell on the two thin cherry-colored lips.

He kissed it.

Cool and soft to the touch, and a little sweet.Luo Hongyuan, however, pushed him away forcefully as if she had been pecked by an eagle, and stared at him with rounded eyes.

Not far away, Mo Yuan was also stunned by what he saw with his own eyes.

Luo Hongyuan glanced at Murong Mingyu and then at Mo Yuan with eyes full of shock, turned around abruptly, and ran away quickly.

Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time before walking forward, and tentatively asked: "Prince...His Highness?" Murong Mingyu raised his hand and touched his lips, with a strange smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He called again: "His Royal Highness, shall we go back now?" "Oh? Oh." Murong Mingyu finally recovered and heard his words.When she lowered her head, she caught a glimpse of a bamboo flute lying among the falling flowers, and bent over to pick it up.

"Go back to the house." He stroked the plain and unadorned bamboo flute in his hand, and said softly.

In the mansion of the Sixth Prince.Murong Mingshuo was sitting on the couch, and there was a table in front of him, which was filled with exquisite wine and dishes.He poured a glass of wine slowly, drank it slowly, and ate a mouthful of food slowly, looking very lazy and leisurely.

But under his seat, there was a person kneeling upright.

He drank another glass of wine, took a mouthful of vegetables and chewed slowly in his mouth, lazily raised his eyes to Ling Jiao, and said, "You haven't forgotten what I said, have you? Now Murong Mingyu has not only come back alive , and because of the birthday gift you gave, you are more pleasing to your father. Tell me, how should I punish you for your failure?"

Ling Jiao looked surprisingly calm, and said: "This subordinate is incompetent, His Highness wants to beat and punish, Ling Jiao has no complaints!" "You said it yourself." Murong Mingshuo's suppressed anger instantly disappeared from his cold burst out of his eyes.

Ling Jiao still didn't change his face, and said: "I just ask Your Highness to give this subordinate a chance to commit crimes and make meritorious service. If you fail again, Ling Jiao will be ordered to be dealt with by Your Highness!" Murong Mingyu sneered: "Opportunity? What do you want? Opportunity? Do you have any plans to help me get rid of Murong Mingyue?"

Ling Jiao raised his head to look at him, and then looked around.Murong Mingshuo said: "Don't worry, there is no one, just say what you want to say."

He then said: "Reporting to Your Highness, this subordinate believes that the main reason for the failure of the last assassination is that Mo Yuan. Without him, this subordinate would have hit the target with one blow, and it would be impossible to wait for the mysterious master who appeared halfway. So , if Your Highness still wants to get rid of the crown prince, he must get rid of Mo Yuan first."

Murong Mingshuo said coldly: "Last time the six of you plus poisoning failed to kill him, what can you do to get rid of him?"

He lowered his head and said: "This subordinate is incompetent. But this subordinate can find other people to help us get rid of him, and even deal with the crown prince." Murong Mingshuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Who can be better than you?" Is the Divine Sword Hall still reliable?"