After saying that, Mu Yunqing hadn't reacted yet, and he couldn't sit still after one or two.

"What?! OK, why did you delay it?" Yiliang had a big idea: "It's not that old lady from the Hou Mansion who died, right?"

"That's not." Madam Zhou shook her head, frowned, and could not relax: "It's the Imperial Heavenly Prison. They said that when they were combining the birth date and horoscopes for the little prince and the lady, they found that the fate of the two was not in harmony, so it was not appropriate to form a joint relationship.

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"It's simply nonsense!" Yiliang stamped his feet in anger.

Rong Lie also sank his eyes and said unhappily: "Ha, that old man Zheng Ju did serious things but didn't see him as good as he was. He is good at making trouble!"

"What are you saying that there are constant natural disasters... I'm afraid that even His Majesty will be fooled by him."

"He knows the most whether it is a natural disaster or a human being." Compared to the other people, Mu Yunqing's reaction should be said to be the calmest.

She didn't expect that something might happen in the Imperial Heavenly Prison would cause a monster in the morning, but she felt that her marriage with Rong Jin would not be so smooth. She was staring at her eyes, so how could they get what they wanted so easily?

This matter needs to be discussed in a long term.

Mu Yunqing was calm and wanted to think carefully before responding, but that little prince was not as "easy" as her.

Zheng Ju, the Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisor, was being taken off the couch with her concubine at night.

Before he could scream, a sharp sword was placed around his neck, and under the moonlight, there was a silver and cold light.

Zheng Ju knelt on the ground in the second room without leaving, cold and ashamed, and suffered an indescribable psychological and physiological blow.

The dark and unburned candlelight in the room, he vaguely saw a man sitting on the chair outside. He frowned and tried hard to see, but the light was too dark, and his eyes were so painful that they didn't even hurt.

After recognizing who it was, he could only say with courage: "Okay, good man, spare your life... It is easy to discuss whether to seek wealth or anything, and say something well..."

After the words came to a moment of silence, only the night wind whistling outside the window gave him some response.

He swallowed his saliva and was about to speak again when he heard an unusually cold sound from the outside, as if a handful of snow on a winter night, mixed with wind and frost, was so cold that it was bone-bone.

"I heard that Lord Zheng loves cats as if he loves his son." As he said that, Rong Jin raised his hand and a black shadow was thrown into the room and smashed heavily in front of Zheng Ju.

He looked closely and found that it was the cat he had been raising for so long that he was lying in front of him, not knowing his life or death.

Zheng Ju's breathing stagnated, for the sake of the cat and for the person who threw it away.

This king...

Thinking of the other party's claim, Zheng Ju was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat on the late autumn night.

"Prince?" He stared at the figure with horror. He couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts for a while, and he spoke tremblingly: "I wish you a blessing to the prince. I wonder what the prince is coming late at night?"

"I want to know whether the rumors that you love cats is credible."

After saying that, Rong Jin flew up and kicked something into the room.

This time it's an individual.

Like the cat, he fell softly to the ground, lifeless.

Zheng Ju recognized who it was, and her heart suddenly hanged: "Son? Son! Wake up, what's wrong?"

"Don't worry, they are not dead yet." Rong Jin answered kindly, and said a lot: "I have a few questions to ask you. If you answered to me, I will let them go, otherwise

If I have one wrong, I will chop off one of their hands."

"Prince!"

"No, first, the claws, then the hands, and finally the feet." After a pause, Rong Jin added quietly: "If it is not enough, it will be your turn."

"Prince..."

"I advise Your Majesty that I have different horoscopes from the Lord of Changle County. Who instructed you to do it?"

Hearing this, Zheng Ju's eyebrows pounded, his eyes were circling around, his knife was placed on his neck, and he lied: "I don't know what the little prince said, I really do you have to do with you.

He and the county lord's horoscope, seeing that he had something different, he reported to His Majesty according to the truth. How dare I...ah..."

Seeing that he was lying, Rong Jin didn't have the time to listen. He raised his hand and pointed, Nan Xing raised his sword and waved it to Zheng Ju's son. Seeing that he was heading for his left hand, Zheng Ju hurriedly rushed forward and died with both hands.

He held Nan Xing's sword dead, and the blood beads fell down the palm of his hand, and a faint smell of blood spread.

"Prince?!"

Zheng Ju looked up at the outside, and the shock and question in his tone seemed to be saying: Didn’t you agree to chop the cat’s claws first? Why did you go up and run towards my son’s hand?

Nan Xing withdrew his sword in a "swish" and almost cut through Zheng Ju's hands.

Pointing the father and son, Nan Xing thought to himself, is my master the one who keeps his word? Changes in every day are the styles of my master's behavior that are hard to understand!

Rong Jin twisted his fingertips and said coldly: "You have also seen it. My king's orders are uncertain. I don't know if it will be the foot or head of the young master next time. You have to think it through before answering, yes

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His appearance scared Zheng Ju very much. Without waiting for him to ask, he quickly replied: "Yes, it's Your Highness, King Rui... He promised Wei, if he could do this for him, the little girl would

You can enter the royal palace as a concubine..."

When Zheng Ju heard the word "Rui Wang" from his mouth, Nan Xing couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the sword.

It's King Rui again!

He has been unable to get along with their master several times. Do he think his life is too long?

This time, he offended his master for Miss Mu, and he must be less than him. But the problem is that the situation in Daliang is not yet determined, and a letter from the north asked them not to kill Rong Heng, and pointed at him to restrain Rong Che in the court.

But Nan Xing guessed that his master might not be willing to act according to his plan.

Rong Jin paused his fingertips, and his eyes instantly turned cold. He passed the hundreds of ways to kill Rong Heng one by one in his mind.

But that is not the most important thing at the moment. The most urgent thing is that no one can delay his marriage with Qingqing.

"Rong Heng can make a promise to you, so can this king."

When Nan Xing heard this, he thought wrongly and thought to himself, what was wrong? The master also wanted to give up the position of concubine? When did he become so easy to talk to?

Zheng Ju also had this fantasy, but in the end, Rong Jin's words turned a beautiful dream into a nightmare.
Chapter completed!