I ran away after slacking my apprentice

Murong Yan's smile deepened, and he softly uttered three words, "Ning, just, slightly."

The low and slow voice was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, a trace of surprise flashed in Ning Jiwei's eyes.

It stands to reason that Ning Jiwei was the prince of the former dynasty, and he was still young when he left the palace. With such a change in appearance, few people in the dynasty should know him, but the third prince guessed his identity after only the first meeting. , even the name...

Ning Ji lowered his head slightly, the short blade under his wrist was cold for no reason, he said: "Your Highness admitted a mistake, I am just a lowly person, how can I have anything to do with the former royal family?"

As Ning Jiwei said this, his wrist was quietly exerted force, and the short blade was pressed against his fingertips.

The weapon is already in hand, the only thing left now is to let the third prince die in his own hands.

But in the end it is the prince, how can he die silently and buy time for himself?

"Whether it's humble or not, you know." Murong Yan stopped the movement of his fingertips, he was about to continue talking, but he found that the little wild cat's gaze was getting lower and lower.

He didn't even dare to look straight in the eye, could it be that he was frightened?

Murong Yan stood up, "But I'm curious, why are you staying in this Yunhe building? Nowhere to go? Or..."

The previous dynasty is gone, and it is possible that Ning Jiwei has nowhere to go. If the old bustard in the Yunhe Tower had accepted some kind of kindness from Ning Jiwei, taking Ning Jiwei in as a watchman in the building and cooperating with Ning Jiwei to avoid the officers and soldiers, This reason makes sense.

But if this is the case, Murong Yan doesn't mind doing a favor, just bringing back a homeless little wild cat, it's not a big deal.

Seeing Murong Yan getting closer and closer, Ning Ji showed a pair of cloud boots in his lowered eyes.

Ning Jiwei's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Take advantage of now!

Without warning, Ning Jiwei raised his hand to attack Murong Yan.

The attacking action was clean and neat, accompanied by a firm and fierce look in his eyes.

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and the short blade almost approached Murong Yan's neck.

Ning Jiwei's attack was quick, accurate and ruthless this time, which was the result of his years of training, in order to assassinate the new emperor in the future and be able to kill him with one blow.

At the very moment, Murong Yan leaned back and turned around, dodging the fatal blow.

Murong Yan went to the battlefield at the age of 15, and just returned to the imperial city. During those three years of battlefield life, the oppressive feeling of being on the verge of death made him extremely vigilant.

But Ning Jiwei had the upper hand, even if Murong Yan dodged in time, he was still injured by the short blade.

There was a very thin wound on the side of his neck, with a line of blood oozing out.

Ning Jiwei missed a single blow, and even though he wanted to retreat, Murong Yan couldn't prevent Murong Yan from turning around to face him, and stretched out his hand to hold his right hand tightly.

The strength was so strong that Ning Jiwei only had time to retract the short blade, and there was no possibility of breaking free, and then...

With a "click", Ning Jiwei's right hand lost strength.

Joint misalignment.

Before Ning Jiwei regained his composure, Murong Yan raised his foot again and kicked him hard in the stomach!

Ning Jiwei couldn't help but snorted, the person was kicked back quite a distance by the force of that kick, and half-kneeled on the ground.

This series of actions happened almost at the same time, and when Murong Yan saw it clearly, he was a bit astonished.

His action just now was really done subconsciously, and he didn't even consider that that person was Ning Jiwei!

From the looks of it now, it seems that... the attack was a bit ruthless.

The pain in the abdomen was involved, as if the internal organs were all mixed together, Ning was in a cold sweat due to the slight pain, and he knelt on the ground and couldn't even straighten up.

Never before... No one has ever laid such a heavy hand on him!

Even in the past, for revenge, he trained himself as a cold-blooded and ruthless killer, but at that time, the people in Lanyou Pavilion were afraid of hurting him, and they should be taught, but they rarely hurt him.

Murong Yan was the first to be so cruel when they met for the first time!

The astonishment on Murong Yan's face was put away for a moment, his expression was slightly cold, and he looked down at Ning Jiwei. Ning Jiwei's injury this time at least explained one thing:

Ning Jiwei probably didn't just come to Weihelou because he had nowhere to go. From his clean and quick moves, it can be seen that he probably planned it for a long time, and what he planned...

Murong Yan squatted in front of Ning Jiwei, he looked at Ning Jiwei's brows wrinkled in pain, and his pale face covered with cold sweat.

Such a frail little wild cat could have been planning for something for a long time, but the word "former court" is just lingering around.

Either revenge, or restoration.

But no matter which one it is, it is a great crime of treason!

And now this traitor is right in front of Murong Yan's eyes, Murong Yan can even completely eliminate this traitor in just a moment, as long as... he can strike again.

Murong Yan's expression turned cold, he suddenly raised his hand...

Ning Jiwei felt dizzy for a while, and he was held firmly in his arms.

"What are you doing!" Ning Jiwei couldn't hide his emotions anymore, he looked at Murong Yan in shock, his left hand, which was the only one that had any strength, was already pushing back restlessly.

"Don't do anything." Murong Yan weighed the person in his arms, and said solemnly: "I have a doctor in my house."

But... nonsense!Even if there is a doctor in Murong Yan's mansion, Ning Jiwei can't go there, it's the prince's mansion!Isn't going there the same as a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

Even though Ning Jiwei tried to break free with all his strength, Murong Yan hugged him even tighter.

Most of Ning Jiwei's body was completely buried in Murong Yan's arms, and he could even hear Murong Yan's steady breathing, as well as the subtle sound of him stepping on the railing and silk as he carried her away quickly.

I don't know what caused the struggle just now, another severe pain hit the abdomen, Ning Jiwei's face turned pale, and he completely lost the strength to struggle.

"Don't move around." Murong Yan shouted in a low voice.The voice was extremely low, as if fiddled with a corner at the end of a guqin.

continuous sound.

After that sound, Ning Jiwei couldn't hold on any longer and passed out completely.

At this time, Cong Qing was waiting in the carriage...he watched his highness enter the carriage like a gust of wind, holding a... young lady in his arms?

this!Could it be that His Highness forcibly snatched this from the Yunhe Tower?What, is this knocking people out and wanting to take them back to the mansion?

Cong Qing opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes widened in disbelief, but Murong Yan didn't even give him a chance to ask questions, and ordered the coachman to drive the carriage back to the Prince's Mansion.

It wasn't until the doctor entered the door that Cong Qing found a chance to intervene after the young man he had personally said was fine.

"Your Highness!" Cong Qing looked like he was about to cry, and walked back and forth by Murong Yan's side, "It's fine on your whim, but how could you..."

Recalling the Yunhe Tower, Cong Qing almost bit his own tongue, and managed to smooth it out before suppressing his voice and said: "Bring the young master from that place back to the mansion? If it spreads and let His Majesty know, how can you... "

Murong Yan interrupted him, and said in a cold voice: "Then let everyone keep silent! If this matter spreads to the palace, the people in the palace should be buried with them!"

"This..." Cong Qing was frightened by those words and froze on the spot. He and Murong Yan grew up together, and he knew Murong Yan well. But in the face of big right and wrong, His Highness has never been so arbitrary.

What's more, bringing a young lady back to the prince's mansion, if word of this reaches His Majesty's ears, it would be lingering in Goulan, which is indecent, and no prince in the court would dare to take such a risk.

Cong Qing thought about it, and said cautiously: "So Your Highness...has identified him?"

The word "identified" is too long ago, Murong Yan narrowed his eyes, he suddenly thought of a past event in the past, "When I was young..."

After the fall of the previous dynasty, the genealogy of the royal family of the previous dynasty was returned to the state treasury. At the age of eight, Murong Yan slipped into the state treasury because of his love for fun and kindness to the soldiers guarding the treasury.

But he was so stubborn that he accidentally lost his hand in the treasury and destroyed a small part of the genealogy of the former royal family, and the small part that was destroyed happened to be Ning Jiwei's name.

Not only that, because Ning Jiwei was the only surviving former prince, there was a portrait of Ning Jiwei next to the genealogy at that time, and that portrait was also destroyed by Murong Yan.

Murong Yan's uncle was furious when he found out about this, and punished Murong Yan over the emperor, punishing him to copy Ning Jiwei's name and paint the portrait three thousand times.

During that period of time, Ning Jiwei's face and his name, even in his dreams, Murong Yan remembered very clearly, and in the following years, that name and appearance seemed to be engraved in Murong Yan's mind .

So much so that when Murong Yan heard that the former prince was outside the Yunhe Tower, he ignored his identity and entered the Goulan courtyard.

Before he met Ning Jiwei, he had also wondered what the former prince who was so soft and sticky in the portrait would look like when he grew up and his appearance changed.

He had imagined it countless times in his heart until he saw that person with his own eyes.

If you see yourself, you will make a mistake for life.

Only then did he know that no matter how he described it, it was plain on paper, but he was no better than that person.

"That's all." Murong Yan shook his head.

Cong Qing was still waiting for His Royal Highness's next words, but Murong Yan didn't want to say any more, turned around and entered the room.

"Go down, don't let anyone come near here."

Murong Yan's deep voice came through the door, and Cong Qing couldn't help wondering, this means keeping people away, does it mean that His Highness wants to take care of that young master himself?

Unexpectedly, before Cong Qing could sort out his thoughts, the door was closed from the inside with a "bang".

If Cong Qing hadn't been a little farther away, the door would have closed his face.

Cong Qing: ...

In the room, Murong Yan sat down in front of Ning Jiwei's bed.

I have to say that this little wild cat that sleeps peacefully has its sharp claws retracted, and it is indeed more pleasing to watch, but... it would be great if this obedient appearance can be maintained for a long time.

Murong Yan leaned over, held Ning Jiwei's wrist in his palm and looked at it carefully, he looked at it for a moment, and suddenly felt a hard spot under Ning Jiwei's wrist.

The hard feeling is very slight, it can be seen that the thing hidden there is extremely thin and light, which is very convenient for melee attack, if it wasn't Murong Yan who faced Ning Jiwei earlier, I'm afraid that person would have turned into a corpse on the spot .

Thinking of this, Murong Yan felt a dull pain in the wound on the side of his neck, he couldn't help but raised his hand to press it.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he deliberately wiped off the blood on the wound. At this moment, the wound is so shallow that it is almost invisible.

But... anyway, he was injured.

Murong Yan's fingertips ran down Ning Jiwei's wrist, and landed on Ning Jiwei's cuff, and after a little force, the cuff came loose, revealing a section of white forearm in between.

The short blade was fully exposed.

"Heh." Murong Yan laughed lightly.

The little wild cat, of course, has a sense of accomplishment after being tamed.

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, I reasonably doubt that, Ah Yan, you injured your wife just to bring her back to the Prince's Mansion, right?But oh, the attack was too harsh, there must be no next time!