Chapter 18: Prince reincarnated from a pig?!
Murong Wushuang quickly got up and was arranging her clothes.
Feng Manxiu was still lying lazily on the grass, not getting up.
This guy must have been reincarnated as a pig!
Murong Wushuang thought that she had good reason to infer this
At this time, the last assassin also fell under the siege of the guards.
The guards ran over quickly regardless of their injuries.
While holding Feng Manxiu up on the ground, he asked with concern
It wasn't until he was sure that he didn't have any injuries on his body that he helped him up and wiped off the grass clippings and dust on his body.
"Your Majesty?!"
The leader of the guards, who had been stabbed in the arm, stood up straight respectfully.
"The carriage is out of service, how about you ride on horseback?!"
Feng Manxiu didn't say yes or no, but looked sideways at Murong Wushuang with a questioning look.
"Can you ride a horse?!"
Seeing Murong Wushuang nodding slightly, he raised the corners of his lips
"Okay, let's ride back to Beijing! Speaking of which, I haven't ridden a horse in a long time!"
"Your Majesty..."
The leader hesitated for a moment before continuing,
"Most of the horses were frightened and ran away. Now, only one can ride!"
"It doesn't matter, we can ride one horse together!"
Feng Manxiu's face was calm, and she looked towards Murong Wushuang calmly.
"Murong Wushuang, you don't mind?!"
She has no interest in having close contact with him again
"How can Wushuang be qualified to share a ride with the prince!"
As she spoke, she walked away and expressed her rejection directly with actions.
All the way forward, she made good use of the power of the wind element
This is the state that Murong Wushuang can achieve after countless practices.
Not only will her abilities be exposed, but she also makes reasonable use of the wind element so that walking will not be difficult.
Not only can she regulate her physical strength, but it can also better train her control over the elements.
Riding behind, he looked at Murong Wushuang's light back with slightly squinted eyes.
Feng Manxiu's eyes became deeper and deeper little by little.
From the time the assassin appeared to the end of everything, this little boy's expression was always cold and cold.
How could an eleven-year-old boy be so profound?!
This chapter has been completed!