Murong Xuan watched Rong Yanran leave in a hurry, without any nostalgia and looking back, followed closely, grabbed her hand, and then saw that her face was full of guilt.

Rong Zezhong was originally about the same speed as him, but when he saw this, he quietly retreated and mixed into his secret guard team.

Murong Xuan's heart was stabbed hard. He knew that Rong Yanran was concerned about the Ninth Emperor's brother in his heart, but she was afraid of arousing unnecessary suspicion and suppressing her inner emotions. Just imagine, many times of crisis

At that time, I reached out to help my friend who was even seriously injured, and how cruel it was to force her to leave!

He lifted the broken hair on Rong Yanran's forehead aside: "Yan'er, go back and see your ninth brother, that pockmarked face, let Ouyang Chen go back and have a look first. If he had been prepared early in the morning, he would have left long ago."

Rong Yanran was mixed with feelings and looked at him calmly: "Don't you mind? Aren't you angry?"

Murong Xuan caressed and rubbed her hair: "I don't want you to feel so guilty."

The answer was irresponsible. Yes, he minded. He was jealous. He didn't want her to get too close to a man who once coveted her, but he didn't want her to bear a heavy guilt.

Rong Yanran saw his hesitation, smiled slightly, and said, "Let's go find that pockmarked face first." After that, she turned around and left. When they were completely relieved, they would regain this friendship, but they didn't know how to do it.

Can you get it back?

Murong Xuan was slightly surprised and felt that this was indeed a bit cruel to Murong An, but he felt relieved, so he ran two steps and grabbed Rong Yanran's hand.

When he arrived at the government office, he found out about the whereabouts of the pockmarked face. He was chatting casually with the yamen runners, familiar and enthusiastic.

"It's him." Murong Xuan said in a secret voice.

"Who?" Rong Yanran took a look, but did not realize that she had seen it before.

"The boy who hijacked us in the woods that day," Murong Xuan replied, "He wore a human skin mask today."

Maziface noticed their gaze, turned around and smiled at them from a distance.

Rong Zezhong thoughtfully when he heard what he said, and asked, "What should we do?"

"Just use the medicine directly to save nonsense." Rong Yanran took out a sachet and handed it to the secret guard behind Murong Xuan, "Take him to the side room and sprinkle these on his face." The secret guard generalized the prince.

Nodded in agreement, then took the sachet and walked towards the man.

Mazifang talked to the secret guard for a few words, then looked at Rong Zezhong inquiring, and saw him nodding, he went to the side room with the secret guard. Later, a few collisions came from there. The secret guard went out and signaled that it was ready.

When Rong Yanran and his friends walked over, they heard the secret guards say softly: "Young master, that turns out to be a woman." Murong Xuan nodded, hesitated for a moment and walked in with Rong Yanran.

The mask of pockmark had been picked out, and a slender hole was drawn. A shocking red mark appeared on her face, blood was rising, and her clothes were cut by a sword. She sat there quietly.

His eyes are confused and beautiful, and his face is quite heroic.

Rong Yanran was not in the mood to admire the beauty at this time and asked directly: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Minister Liu Feifei." The girl still narrated slowly. It turned out that she was the daughter of Liu Yuanwai of Pingchuan. Her father and brother were wrongly thrown into the cell and tortured. Although she was later released, she was covered in bruises. The culprit was safe and sound. She just took that
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