Under the damaged and mottled steps of the other courtyard, Murong Wushuang reined in his horse.
Before she could get off the horse, Feng Manxiu had already jumped off the horse and held the reins for her.
Although he seemed to be carefree, he always treated Murong Wushuang with meticulous attention.
Murong Wushuang has always been independent in front of others, and only in front of him will her childish side show up and let him dote on her.
He jumped off the horse and watched him tie the reins of the two horses to the horse posts beside the door. Murong Wushuang smiled slyly.
"If the subjects of the Aolong Kingdom saw their prince tying my horse, Murong Wushuang, what would they think?!"
Feng Manxiu walked up the steps, smiling evilly
"Of course they are jealous of me!"
The two looked at each other and immediately chuckled at the same time
Turning around and pushing open the ajar wooden door, Murong Wushuang said softly
"Come in!"
Following her into the door, his eyes glanced at the weeds growing between the cracks in the bluestones, and Feng Manxiu's heart couldn't help but feel a stab of pain.
As a princess, she should be pampered, but she grew up in such an environment. How could he not feel bad for her?!
Murong Wushuang looked at his expression sideways and chuckled.
"Even if you are wearing gold and silver, you have to fight and fight for love and favor all day long. How can such wealth compare to the freedom of poverty?!"
Feng Manxiu was slightly startled, then nodded with a smile.
"That being said, I really envy you!"
The two of them walked towards the back hall while talking, and Murong Wushuang told some interesting stories between childhood and Murong Wuming.
Faintly hearing the strange noise in the back hall, Murong Wushuang couldn't help but show doubts, and suddenly quickened his pace and rushed over.
Feng Manxiu naturally followed closely behind
When the two came to the back hall, they saw a tall and thin man in a plain brocade robe, angrily throwing the long knife in his hand on the bluestone ground.
"Little Wolf, is that you?!"
As if he heard Murong Wushuang's footsteps, the man asked softly
Murong Wushuang only felt that this figure from behind was very eye-catching, so she couldn't help but narrowed her eyes slightly and asked sternly
"Who are you?!"
When the man in plain robe heard her voice, his body seemed to tremble slightly.