Quick Wear: The host is beautiful and ruthless

Lan Xiao exclaimed, "Your Highness, you are awake."

Rong Xian's hair was disheveled, her thin lips were red, her face was pale, her expression was cold, and her eyes were so deep that it made people shudder.

The momentum was oppressive, like a beast on the edge of rage.

"Where is the lonely princess!"

Lan Xiao took two steps back unconsciously, "Your Highness, the princess, she, she didn't come back because of something."

At that time, Ning Yan was so terrifying that they didn't dare to dissuade her. Besides, His Highness was unconscious and in a hurry to send Rong Xian back, they didn't pay attention to where she went.

He felt that Princess Changning was a bit mysterious.

Lan Xiao immediately added: "Your Highness, don't worry, the princess will be safe and sound..."

boom!

Rong Xian smashed the soup bowl next to him and said with a gloomy expression, "Now, send someone to find him! No matter what, we must get him back!"

When Lan Xiao saw this, he didn't dare to delay and immediately left the hall.

Rong Xian leaned back, a trace of uneasiness flashing in his eyes.

How is she?

Why did I return to the East Palace safely?

He had fought against the man in black, and he was a master. What happened after he fainted?
-

The morning light is dim.

The girl was wearing a long lavender dress, with dried blood splattered on the skirt. She had a beautiful face, and there were a few faint red marks on her face, which were stains of undried blood.

The girl's face was expressionless, and her clear eyes were as clear and unmarked as if they were just melting glaciers, cold and clear.

The morning wind carried a bit of coolness, blowing past the girl's side, blowing a little bit of her hair, and her clothes were fluttering, making her holding the sword look a bit aloof.

【Host? are you OK. 】The system found that after the girl came out of Lingfeng Pavilion, something was wrong. She seemed to be... colder.

Ning Yan moved his eyelids and said, "Not good." '

Just when the system was about to check her, she added: 'Very sleepy. '

I felt like I was floating when I walked, so I had to go back and have a good sleep.

[...] I stayed up all night, how can I not feel sleepy?

It felt like the girl was speaking the same as before, and the system breathed a sigh of relief. It always felt that the host became very fierce when fighting, and it felt frightened.

Ning Yan saw a familiar building, put his sword on the ground, used his toes and climbed over the wall.

There were fewer people on the road than before, and the entire East Palace was a bit deserted.

Ning Yan frowned slightly, could something happen again?

Thinking about it, she turned on her toes and walked towards Zichen Palace.

"Huh? Isn't that Her Royal Highness the Princess!" the guards and companions said in surprise.

The companion looked in the direction he was pointing with a happy expression on his face, "Go and tell your lord, the princess has returned."

Everyone gathered together and breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. Fortunately, they came back in time, otherwise His Highness would have smashed the entire East Palace.

boom!

A piece of porcelain was thrown at the door, but Ning Yan dodged it.

"I said, don't come back if you can't find him. I don't understand..." I swallowed the rest of the words the moment I saw Ning Yan.

The man was wearing a black tunic, with disheveled black hair. On his pale face, the red color in his eyes was extremely conspicuous. His eyebrows were glaring, fierce and pitiful.

"Rong Xian." As soon as Ning Yan shouted, she saw the man jump out of bed, put his bare feet on the ground, and rush towards her.

Rong Xian hugged the girl tightly, with such force that she seemed to be embedded in her body.

"Fortunately..." Fortunately, you're okay! Fortunately you are back.

Rong Xian's voice trembled. He held her waist with his hands, their bodies pressed together, and the vibrations in his chest were transmitted to the girl.

Ning Yan held the sword, worried about hurting him, so he could only hold the sword far away, put his other hand on his back, and patted him comfortingly, "Rong Xian, I'm fine, don't be nervous."

Rong Xian closed his eyes, and two crystal water drops slid down and sank into the girl's hair. The cold blood gradually warmed up. After a long time, Rong Xian asked her in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"

Why don't you come back with him?

Ning Yan's arm felt sore, and she said, "I'll tell you slowly later. Let go first. This sword hurts my hand."

Rong Xian turned his head and realized that she was holding his own sword. He let go of the shackles, reached out to take the sword and put it on the table, and then continued to hold her.

"What happened yesterday? Why did you knock me out?"

When talking about this issue, Rong Xian's tone was mixed with a little grievance.

Although he was poisoned yesterday, he could still beat that person with all his strength, but she knocked him unconscious without saying a word.

He knew she knew kung fu, but if she couldn't defeat the assassin, who would protect her?

Ning Yan: The situation was obviously not right at that time. How dare she let him fight!

But knocking him unconscious was a bit too much. Ning Yan's eyes drifted to the side, "It's nothing. Why did you vomit blood last night? Was it poisoning?"

Rong Xian was very stubborn, "Why did you knock Gu unconscious?"

"..." Why else? Of course, I don't want him to hinder me.

Ning Yan broke away, turned around and lifted the hair from the back of his neck, "Come on, I'll let you do it once too."

Lest he keep holding on to it.

System: As expected of the host, he actually came up with such a solution.

The girl's neck was slender and as smooth as jade. Rong Xian pursed her lips and frowned deeper.

After a while, he still didn't move. Ning Yan reminded, "Do it."

How could he be willing to hit her if he did it? !

Her chest rose and fell violently, and Rong Xian was so angry that he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and bit the back of her neck.

He didn't use any force, the warm touch of his lips was transmitted to the nerves, and Ning Yan was stimulated to tighten his neck.

No, he is a dog?

Before Ning Yan could speak, he released his teeth. He lowered his eyes and saw two shallow teeth marks on the girl's fair skin.

Suddenly I felt a little distressed, so I subconsciously licked the teeth mark.

Ning Yan:! !

She turned back suddenly, tightened her collar, and looked at him with a wary look.

The autumn wind blew into the hall and the curtains moved slightly.

Rong Xian pursed her lips, suddenly grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed.

Then he lifted the quilt to cover her, climbed in and wrapped his limbs around Ning Yan in a protective posture.

Ning Yan raised his eyes to look at him.

Rong Xian touched her head and said, "Go to sleep."

She came here after a long journey and must not have rested all night. As for the rest, she didn't want to tell him and he stopped asking.

As long as she doesn't leave him, that's fine.
-

Rong Qi assassinated the prince openly and honestly, and the evidence was conclusive. Coupled with the revelation of his past crimes, even if the King of Qin wanted to protect him, he could not.

in the hall.

Rong Qi knelt on the ground, already scared out of his wits, crying bitterly, "I know I was wrong. I was deceived by a traitor. I beg my father to spare my life. I will definitely change my ways in the future. To do things for the people..."

King Qin shook his head, "I have handed this matter over to the crown prince. It is useless for you to beg me."

From an angle that no one could see, King Qin's eyes flashed with light.

The mistakes Rong Qi committed were not only the assassination of the prince, but also other crimes that harmed the country and the people.

If Rong Qi is spared, the people will hate the prince. If Rong Qi is killed, the world will say that the prince is cold and heartless, and worry about his tyranny.

King Qin looked at the prince faintly. No matter what he chose, this would not be good for his reputation.

Everyone turned their attention to the man standing in front of the officials.