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It was quite nice for two equally boring people to chat for a few words.

Xiaobao was hesitating, and Murong Jing was also confused.

Xiaobao hesitated whether to take Murong Jing back to Beiwan or to bring the news. "When will you return to Beiwan?" [

"Almost." Beiwan has relatives he misses, and people he wants to kill! Some things must not just be settled like this. Thinking of this, Murong Jing's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Xiaobao's beautiful eyes opened slightly, and it seemed that the matter was not simple. It's just that he didn't care about these things. What mattered to him most was whether it would hurt someone. Although he couldn't live with her, he didn't want to

She was unhappy, "I will tell her that you are not dead."

"No! I will go find her myself."

"Huh?...This is the agreement between me and her."

"This is a matter between us as husband and wife."

"..."

"But thank you anyway."

"I had a purpose." Xiaobao also said bluntly, "I wanted to confirm whether you are really dead... but I was very disappointed." Because Murong Jing was not dead, the glimmer of hope in his heart also disappeared.

Failed. However, his proud self-esteem would not allow himself to do something worse than a beast, such as killing someone and taking his wife.

Xiaobao hid his lonely mood and left soon after.

He did not return to the capital in Beiwan, but asked someone from Lingyun Villa to bring a letter to Shen Su'er.

There were not many words in the letter, only two words: Anhao. When Su'er received the letter, she was so excited that tears filled her eyes. Although she didn't know where Murong Jing was or what the situation was, these two words were more important than anything else.

All made her feel at ease.

Just be well, be well! She has nothing else to ask for but the well-being of others.

This is something to talk about later.

Besides, Murong Jing looked at Xiaobao and left.

His expression suddenly darkened.

He also knew the general situation in Beiwan. Although things in the palace were not clear, his relatives seemed to be doing well.

Because when he knew the situation, Chuxue had already become the emperor.

It also takes many days for the news from Beiwan to reach Nanman.

It also takes many days for the news from Beiwan to reach Nanman.[

When I heard the news of my death again, I was stunned for a long time. I was worried that they would be too sad. However, it seemed that my relatives were very strong. At that time, my death seemed to have no impact, but I felt happy but disappointed at the same time.

It was so intense that I felt as if I was dispensable.

Now that he saw Huangfu Yi again and knew her feelings, he couldn't help but feel excited.

At least I know that she is still looking for him after such a long time.

…

Thinking of that person who was as calm as the wind, who occasionally made him half-dead by being naughty, he suddenly wanted to fly to Beiwan, wanted to see her right away, wanted to hold her in his arms and care for her tenderly.

…

I just can't let go of everything here.

The situation between North Korea and China is stable, and it cannot be ruled out that some remaining parties will harbor resentment.

Any slightest situation or possibility, he will not let it be reborn, but will kill it.

Because if it breeds, it is your loved ones who will be harmed in the end.

Besides, if Alo doesn't want to wake up, he can't leave for a day...

The next day.

As soon as Murong Jing woke up, his father called him into the palace and said that he had something to discuss.

When he came out again, his mood was heavy and tangled, but there was also a hint of excitement that could not be concealed.

In the final analysis, he still did not dare to leave Nanman without authorization.

At dusk, he arrived at the back hill of the Prince's Mansion.

When we arrived at the small courtyard, Old Man Yao was chopping firewood in front of the door.

"Senior Yao, how is Aluo today?" he asked respectfully.

Old Man Yao smiled and shook his head, "As usual, he is in the house."

"Yes. I'll go see him."

"Go ahead."

Murong Jing stepped into the house and turned to the bedroom on the left.

Then he saw Sima Luo sleeping quietly on the bed.[

The weather outside was very nice, and he habitually moved Sima Luo outside the house to watch the sunset.

The warm sunshine shines on people, like the baptism of nature.

Today Murong Jing did not take out the piano, but sat cross-legged next to Sima Luo's recliner.

It stayed like that quietly for a long time.
Chapter completed!