Murong Wushuang reached out and took out the jade token from his arms.
It was a token that Murong Lin gave to Murong Wuming. There was a phoenix on the palm-sized jade plaque, which was the symbol of the royal family of Fengling Kingdom.
It's really ironic to say
For eleven years, Murong Lin never asked about the existence of these two children.
When he admitted that Murong Wuming was his son, it was because he wanted to send him to an enemy country as a hostage.
Put down the hanging basket and lift up the jade plaque. The guard carefully identified it and determined that it was the same as the legendary Phoenix jade plaque.
Then he quickly turned around and ran down the city wall, hurried down to report to the Sixth Prince who was responsible for receiving the hostages.
Hongshan Fortress Garrison
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In the side hall
The sixth prince of Aolong Kingdom, Feng Manxiu, was leaning sideways on the brocade couch, lazily holding a grape in his hand and peeling it.
Rumo's long hair hangs down on her shoulders, revealing a lazy and handsome face between the parted hair.
However, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, that face is so beautiful and enchanting that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.
The long eyebrows fly into the temples, and the peach blossom eyes are as black as shining stones. They seem to be smiling but not smiling, showing an evil and unruly attitude.
Her sexy thin lips were still vaguely stained with grape juice, and her crimson robe was draped loosely around her body.
The slightly sunken collarbone between the open neckline is full of temptation.
With soft footsteps, Murong Wushuang followed the guard into the side hall.
"This is my King An Yi of the Aolong Kingdom!"
The guard introduced respectfully
King An Yi of Aolong Kingdom?!
The sixth prince of the Aolong Kingdom who is rumored to be the most useless. He has no choice but to act like a man and has no ambition to make progress. He is neither good at literature nor military.
Despite this, he is still deeply loved by the king of Aolong Kingdom.
He was granted the title of King of An Yi at the age of ten and has the full sleeves of his own palace?!
Murong Wushuang did not expect that the person who came to pick her up would be him.
Sure enough, the Aolong Kingdom did not pay much attention to itself as a hostage sent by the enemy country.
"Murong Wushuang meets the Sixth Prince!"
Murong Wushuang bowed his hands
Feng Manxiu sat up lazily and stared at her slightly drooped face playfully.
"Why don't you kneel down when you see me?!"
kneel?
She, Murong Wushuang, will not bend her knees to anyone!
"Your Highness is the prince of the Aolong Kingdom, and I am the prince of the Fengling Kingdom. We are both princes, and I am not inferior to you!"