Kite falling into red dust

When he danced this dance last time, he was dressed in plain clothes without any makeup, and he was chic, elegant, fresh and bright.But this time he was wearing a peach red dance dress, and his face, which was already more beautiful than a hundred flowers, had a peach blossom make-up, he was simply the incarnation of a peach blossom demon.Moreover, he has a confident expression, and the corners of his brows and eyes naturally reveal a seductive charm.Coupled with the graceful dancing posture, it is flattering but not vulgar, and the temptation is irresistible.

In that regard, Murong Mingyu has always been strict with himself. Since his virginity was taken away by the maid specially hired by his mother, the only few experiences he has had are with girls from Fangfei Pavilion.

But when he saw Luo Hongyuan's dance just now, he suddenly had that impulse,

Although his father didn't have the habit of being masculine in the past, he was still worried that Luo Hongyuan, who was originally a rare beauty who was originally one in a million, would make his father fall in love with him after dancing this dance. Make an exception.

He didn't want his father, who had always been a beautiful woman and dancer, and known for his flair, to take this risk.

Looking at the back of Hongdie Hongyuan leaving, Murong Mingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.But I was even more confused and bored in my heart: "I think that I am not an impulsive person at ordinary times. Even when I meet Mingshuo, I can suppress the complicated emotions in my heart and keep calm. How come it is so difficult for Luo Hongyuan to keep calm?" What? It should be because of the music. Hongdie’s skill in playing the piano has indeed reached a superb level, so it affects my mood and makes me treat a man like... like..." He suddenly sighed heavily .

——He couldn't make it up anymore, no matter what, he had to admit that Luo Hongyuan was really not an ordinary man.

In the residence of the sixth prince, Murong Mingshuo.

Murong Mingshuo held a sword and was fighting six or seven men dressed as guards with various weapons.Those six guards were all good at martial arts, and they didn't deliberately release water, but they didn't gain much advantage by joining forces to fight him.

After knocking down the six people one by one, Murong Mingshuo stopped, panting slightly, the servant girl wiped his sweat for him, took the tea offered by the servants, and drank it down in one gulp.

"His Royal Highness Shuo!" A tall and muscular young man with a different appearance and dress than the others, wearing a navy blue short-fitting jacket, came over. His handsome face had a rough and sparse beard, slightly yellowish. His long hair was braided into a weird braid—this is a hairstyle that people in the Central Plains would never try, but it is a common look for northern barbarians.

Murong Mingshuo turned to look at him, and said, "Wait for me in the study."

Entering the study room, Murong Mingshuo retreated all the followers, closed the door, made sure that only he and the young man were left in the room, then sat down, and said to the young man: "Speak."

The young man hastily clasped his fists, and said in a low voice: "Reporting to Your Highness, this subordinate has already conceived a plan to assassinate the crown prince. I wonder if His Highness wants to carry it out?" He leaned back in the large and comfortable seat and said lazily, "Say Come and listen."

"Didn't Your Highness say that the king will hold hunting activities in the eastern suburbs hunting grounds every year before his birthday, and that the crown prince and some princes and ministers will participate at that time? I have already selected the manpower and made a detailed plan to ensure that I can take this opportunity. Success, and it will never make His Highness have the slightest suspicion."

"In that case," Murong Mingshuo wiped his sword, and gave him a faint look, "I leave this matter to you, don't let me down." "No!" The young man clasped his fists vigorously and turned around. Walking to the bookshelf, gently turning a vase, the bookshelf turned up, revealing a secret room hidden behind.

"Ling Jiao!" At the moment before he was about to enter, Murong Mingshuo suddenly stopped him, looked at him, and said, "Be careful of Mo Yuan, that guy suddenly appeared beside Murong Mingyu three years ago, and he always stayed close to him." Protect him, martial arts are unfathomable, you must be on guard." Ling Jiao nodded vigorously, and said: "This subordinate understands!"

Ling Jiao stepped into the secret room, and the bookshelf automatically returned to its original state.

Murong Mingshuo gently caressed the blade of the sword, his eyes shot out a ruthless light, he said leisurely: "Brother Wang, don't blame Mingshuo for being cruel, I have no choice but to have only one throne..."

In the pitch-black secret room, Ling Jiao's eyes shone with a cold light, which made people shudder.

A figure suddenly came in front of him, and said with a very respectful attitude: "Report to the hall master, the brothers have already deployed, and I will follow the hall master's instructions!" He nodded slightly and said: "Very good, let the brothers Make an ambush, and proceed according to the original plan. By the way, remember to tell the brothers to be careful of a man in black clothes and black face." "Observe!" After saying that, the figure disappeared again soon.

Ling Jiao's gaze softened, and he said to himself, "Don't worry, Shuo, I will help you get what you want, and I will destroy anyone who stands in your way!"

A few days later, at the hunting ground in the eastern suburbs.

Murong Ruiyan rode on a yellow pussy horse with smooth fur, long mane reaching the ground, and a very dignified look, with a red face and high spirits, and said to the prince next to him: "Yu'er, this year you must not deliberately lose to I'm a widow, show your true strength!" Murong Mingyu smiled and said: "I obey the order." Murong Mingshuo on the other side said: "Father, it's rare for my son to come back to reunite with you, and the hunt will begin soon Can I stay with my father?" Murong Ruiyan readily agreed, "Okay."

As soon as the hunt started, Murong Mingyu saw a beautiful sika deer with huge horns on its top. He missed an arrow and scared it away.He immediately rode his horse and chased him into the woods.Mo Yuan, who was riding a black horse, quickly followed him in.

Seeing this, Murong Ruiyan smiled and said: "It seems that Mingyu is serious and wants to compete with the widow for this first prize." Then he said to the guards around him: "Send some people to follow the prince, don't let him do anything. Accident." Four or five guards answered "No!" and chased after him.

At this time, Murong Ruiyan saw a smaller doe protruding from the jungle, looking around vigilantly with its big watery eyes, and lowering its head to eat a few mouthfuls of grass in a hurry.He said happily: "It seems that this jackpot may not belong to Mingyu!" Immediately afterwards, Murong Ruiyan led Murong Mingshuo and the team to chase in the opposite direction to Murong Mingyu.

The maroon foal under Murong Mingyu's crotch is named Suzaku. As the name suggests, the horse is very fast, comparable to a bird flying low.Therefore, except for Mo Yuan's "Sesame", none of the guards' horses could keep up.

The name "Sesame" is very inconsistent with its owner's unsmiling personality. At the beginning, it was selected for Mo Yuan by Murong Mingyue himself, and because Mo Yuan loves black sesame paste very much, Murong Mingyue chose it for him. Such a name.

The book returns to its original story.The deer that Murong Mingyu was chasing was very difficult to deal with. It not only ran fast, but also made sharp turns and changed directions from time to time, or jumped over bushes full of thorns nimbly, trying to get rid of the pursuer.If it weren't for the fact that Suzaku was the second fastest BMW in Yan Kingdom, the deer might not have been seen for a long time.

In the end, the arrow in Murong Mingyu's hand still shot into the heart of the buck.