An Nuanzhi looked a little unnatural. She thought of the kiss in Anxin Palace again, but it was just an accident. Murong Wuhen wouldn't let her take responsibility, right?

"Nuan Zhi, did you and Brother Huang really kiss?" Murong Wushang glanced at her with an inquiring look, a hint of surprise.

"Yes." An Nuanzhi admitted openly. A kiss was a kiss, but it was really just an accident.

On the side, Murong Wuhen sneered, "Don't you think you are greedy? You deceived Wu Shang's feelings and took away my kiss? You want our brothers to turn against each other and fight to the death for you? You are so scheming!"

An Nuanzhi didn't say anything. In Murong Wuhen's heart, she was an out-and-out bad woman. However, An Nuanzhi didn't understand. It was just a kiss. She didn't mind that she was a woman, so why did Murong Wuhen react like that?

Will it be that big?

"You are not allowed to slander Nuan Zhi like this!" Murong Wushang couldn't stand hearing it anymore. It was his own choice to like An Nuan Zhi, and it was also his own choice to plot a rebellion for An Nuan Zhi. He was willing to do all this, so why did Murong Wuhen interfere?

"Royal brother, get out of the way. This kind of woman will destroy Mo Yu's country sooner or later. Let me send this kind of woman to hell!"

Murong Wuhen was a master. When he swung his palm, luckily he only used 50% of his power. Murong Wushang stood in front of An Nuanzhi again, otherwise she would have died.

But this palm triggered a war, and the two brothers were fighting indistinguishably. However, Murong Wushang was worried about An Nuanzhi's body, so he couldn't help but get distracted, missed the palm, vomited blood, and fainted on the ground.

Murong Wuhen ordered coldly, "Take the prince down. I don't want to see him."

In the huge courtyard, only Murong Wuhen and An Nuanzhi were left facing each other.

"You, listen to me."

"I will not let you go. I want to be with Shang, unless you die."

An Nuanzhi was in terrible pain. Firstly, the pain was on her body. Murong Wuhen had profound internal energy and the wind of his palm had hurt her. Secondly, the pain was on her heart. Shang seemed to have been seriously injured. His body was already weak.

Would half of her life be gone now? She always felt that she might not be able to move even an inch in this palace in the future.

An Nuanzhi watched Murong Wuhen leave. She put her hand on her heart. Why did she feel ashamed of Murong Wuhen for a second? Since when did she care about Murong Wuhen's feelings?

The next morning, at the palace gate, I saw Murong Wuhen riding a thousand-mile white horse. He was surrounded by people in front and behind. He was wearing a bright yellow cavalry and shooting uniform, with a high feather crown, and a red turbulent dragon girdle.

The room is the majesty of the king.

Sobbing, resentful wailing could be heard across the palace wall, which made Murong Wuhen's high mood suddenly darken. He turned to look at the leading eunuch guarding the palace gate and said coldly.

"Zhang Shitao, where did the crying sound come from?"

The fourth-grade eunuch, Zhang Shitao, was timid and cowardly. He was afraid that the Holy Emperor would blame him and he would not be able to keep his position, so he hurriedly excused himself, "Go back to the Emperor. A woman just died outside the palace gate. Maybe her family came to express condolences and collect the body."

Murong Wuhen waved his riding whip, and the tail of the whip fell heavily on Zhang Shitao, "Idiot! This cry clearly came from the palace gate. Are you deaf or blind? Go and see what happened.

thing!"

"Yes, yes..." Zhang Shitao rolled over and over, not daring to be lazy any more.

After a while, Zhang Shitao came back with a pale face, "Reporting to the Emperor, yes, yes... An Cainv... was poisoned and fainted last night. When everyone found out, she only had one breath left."

Murong Wuhen was stunned, and the riding crop in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

"What…………"

Chengde Palace.

Murong Wuhen's expression was solemn. Although the sun was shining brightly outside the palace, no one dared to speak or move in the palace, so it felt like the whole palace was freezing and a faint cool breeze was blowing around.

Murong Wuhen remained silent...

It went like this for a long, long, long time...

Murong Wuhen sighed heavily and looked at the thin woman on the dragon couch with sad eyes. Her light eyebrows and pretty and charming temperament were all covered with a layer of gray, and she could not stand.

She stood up and smiled at him, but Liwu couldn't wave her little fist to protest with him. She just lay stiffly on the bed, motionless.

Murong Wuhen sighed again and clenched his fists. At first, he noticed An Nuanzhi because she was the first "female robber" who dared to rob him. Later, he had a small fight with her in the palace.

But his eyes fell on her and couldn't move away. Later, when he saw her entering the palace, he was actually excited and happy. He discovered that he had been looking forward to seeing her. When he saw her, he would

Become cheerful, unlike before.

Before, his life was just a pool of stagnant water.

Murong Wuhen couldn't help but feel sad. Were the words he said to her last night excessive? He didn't mean to hurt her, but when he saw her with his brother, his heart ached.

Just as he was thinking about it, the little man on the bed moved uneasily. Murong Wuhen thought that he had seen it wrong, but the next moment, An Nuanzhi suddenly woke up. She suddenly flashed her beautiful big eyes, but at that moment

When she saw Murong Wuhen, her little head couldn't help but tilt.

"Your Majesty, why did you come to the underworld to find me?! Go back quickly, go back quickly, national affairs have to be handled by you!!"

Murong Wuhen's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly. What this woman said would definitely shock him, but this was what made her different from others, and he appreciated this.

"You're not dead!"

"Ah?" An Nuanzhi was startled. She glanced around and found that she was still in the palace, just lying on the dragon bed. But she didn't believe that she was still alive. How could a living person be so light? She

His body seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

An Nuanzhi didn't know that this was just a symptom of being poisoned.

"You don't believe it?" Murong Wuhen noticed An Nuanzhi's suspicion.

An Nuanzhi pouted her little mouth and said to herself, "They say ghosts can't kiss people."

Murong Wuhen did not hide his interest in An Nuanzhi at all. He took a few steps closer to An Nuanzhi, with a hint of lust in his eyes, "What? Do you really want to have a try with me? Let's verify it.

?”

"Huh?" Before An Nuanzhi could come to his senses, Murong Wuhen's strong chest pressed against An Nuanzhi's back. In addition to his strong chest, a certain part of his body was getting stronger and stronger... An Nuanzhi

Zhi could only maintain one posture in order to distance himself from Murong Wuhen.

However, Murong Wuhen was not willing to let her go. He took another step forward and wrapped his strong hands around her body. At this moment, An Nuanzhi was completely unable to move...

Could it be that next...
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