Knowing that Feng Manxiu was worried that she had heard of the assassination of the envoys on the wild grass beach, she rushed over in advance
Murong Wushuang couldn't help but feel moved again
"What, moved?!"
Feng Manxiu gently caresses her little face and smiles evilly
"When you grow up, I will promise you to this king!"
Seeing that he showed his "perverted nature" again, Murong Wushuang pretended to be angry, so he said contemptuously.
"I think beautifully. I am the emperor now. I will choose one in a million people every day. I have to say whether you can be selected by your prince!"
"Whoever dares to steal my princess will kill me soon! I want to see who is still robbing me in this world!"
Seeing her teasing herself, Feng Manxiu knew that her mood had improved completely, so she was completely relieved.
After making a teasing, he calmed his face, came over and kissed Murong Wushuang on his forehead, turned around and flipped out of the back window
When Murong Wushuang flew to the window and looked at it, there was no trace of Fengfanshe.
On the desk, only the pomegranate he had placed there was nowhere.
Walking slowly back to the table, holding up the pomegranate that still had the warmth of his palm in his palm, Murong Wushuang gently raised the corner of his lips
Late at night that day, Yeyue finally came back with Murong Wuming.
In order to keep it secret, Murong Wuming pretended to be a little eunuch and was taken into the palace
When we arrived at the Phoenix Palace, we saw our sister Murong Wushuang in a dragon robe. Murong Wuming's face showed ecstasy, but tears were everywhere in his eyes.
Running over, he just hugged his sister tightly in his arms
"Wushuang, you have suffered!"
Murong Wushuang was also full of emotion, but her expression seemed much calmer than Murong Wuming.
After letting my brother hold him for a while, she gently pushed him away and looked at Ye Yue and Jing Jing who were watching the two of them gently.
"This time, thank you two for your hard work!"
Ye Yue smiled without saying a word, Jing Jing looked at the pair of delicate children who were almost exactly the same, but she showed a confused look.
"Mr. Ye, I'm so dizzy. Which of these two is the Ninth Prince?"
"My General Jing, I always thought you were very smart!"
Before Murong Wushuang could make a sound, Feng Manxiu's lazy voice had already come in from the back window.