Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 672 Ouyang Shaoling’s poisonous plan again (4)
Murong Yu and this impostor are brothers and sisters on the famous list. If he turned to help him, the ministers of the court would definitely criticize Murong Yu and Ouyang Shaoxian. They could suppress Chuxuan Palace without a single soldier The arrogance, why not do it.

"Your Majesty has helped me a lot, and I should support you!" Murong An's tone was forthright. He thought it was a big deal, but it turned out that he was just expressing his opinion and supporting him. It's a trivial matter.

"Then let's make a deal like this!" Ouyang Shaoling smiled softly, raised his teacup, and touched Murong An's: "A gentleman!"

"A four-horse is hard to catch!" Murong An smiled and took Ouyang Shaoling's words: "Replace wine with tea, toast your son a glass!"

Holding his head up to drink the wine in the glass, Murong An's face full of smiles was a little gloomy, his eyes flickered unnaturally, he hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "My lord, I have one more thing I want to ask for your help." !"

The sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the grass is delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful. The scenery in the suburbs is very charming. In the shadow of the big trees, there is a big house with blue bricks and red tiles and ancient buildings.

Drowsy, Ye Fu seemed to have had a long dream, his body slowly regained consciousness, his injured abdomen still hurt, his throat felt thirsty, and his subconscious cried out: "Water...water..."

With misty eyes, a surprised female voice sounded: "Miss, he's awake, he's awake..."

The sound of footsteps went away quickly, and came quickly again. The porcelain cup touched his lips, and he drank warm water that was just right for cold and hot, and his thirsty throat felt much better.

Slowly opening his eyes, what came into view was a beautiful, pleasantly surprised little face, which he had seen before before he fell into a coma.

"You're awake!" The woman was wearing a light blue jacket, a skirt of the same color, a delicate flying cloud bun, and a silver hairpin with silk. She smiled and let out a long sigh of relief: " Finally woke up, otherwise, I don't know what to do..."

Immediately, the woman lowered her head and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't knock you out on purpose, I thought you were a thief..."

"Where is this place?" The sky blue curtain, the light blue quilt, and the simple and orderly furnishings in the room, Ye Furui sat up suddenly as if falling into the clouds and mist, but it touched the wound and took a breath of cold air .

"This is the outskirts, the wound hasn't healed yet, don't move around!" The woman hurriedly stopped.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Ye Sha's tone was cold, his whole body was on guard. It wasn't that he was suspicious of women, but because of his many years of killer career. He had already developed this habit. When facing strangers, he would be on guard.

"Three days and nights!"

"Miss, the medicine is ready!" A maid came over with the medicine, looked at Ye Sha, and couldn't help admiring: "Young master's life is really great, if the sword misses a little bit, the young master will die..."

"Yeah, it's a miracle that I can wake up again after being injured so badly and losing so much blood..." The woman took the medicine bowl in the maid's hand, stirred it gently, took out a spoonful of medicine, and wanted to feed Ye Fu.

Ye Fu subconsciously avoided sideways and took the medicine bowl: "Thank you, I will do it myself!" Over the years, he has been used to doing it himself, and he is not used to others serving and drinking medicine.

The woman smiled lightly and didn't care: "My name is Chu Yumeng, which means Misty Rain Mengmeng. How about you? What's your name?"

It's raining!Ye Fu paused while drinking the medicine: "You and my sister both have the word rain in their names!"

"Really, it's really destined, what's her name, where is she now?" Chu Yumeng is very talkative, well-behaved, neither coy nor sloppy.

Ye Fu lowered his eyelids and said nothing, sadness appeared on his handsome face.

Chu Yumeng suddenly remembered that he broke into here with injuries. Could it be that something happened to his sister: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stir up your sadness..."

"Thank you for saving me, miss. If I'm still alive, I will definitely repay her kindness!" Everyone in Murong's family is bloody, and if there is hatred for revenge, there is kindness for gratitude: "Farewell!"

Before Chu Yumeng could speak, Ye Sha lifted the quilt, rolled over and got out of bed, grabbed the coat beside him, put it on with a wave, and walked out quickly. He was in a coma for three days and three nights, and it had already delayed a lot of time. There are very important things to do and there is no delay!
"My lord, your injury hasn't healed yet!" When Chu Yumeng chased him out of the room, Ye Fu had already leaped into the air, stepped out of the high wall in an instant, and disappeared in front of his eyes.

A little servant girl ran in from outside the courtyard and kept muttering: "Miss, master, Madam sent someone to urge you to go back again!"

Seeing Chu Yumeng's eyes looking at the high wall, the little maid sighed helplessly. She was obviously a daughter of a thousand gold, but she wanted to study medicine, and she took care of the young man herself, delaying his trip for him. The master and madam sent someone to remind him Many times, if the lady doesn't go back, they will come to pick her up in person!

Gusts of breeze blew past, raising Chu Yumeng's light blue clothes, regained consciousness, and sighed softly: "I command my servants, go back to the house!" She needs to take care of it.

The sky was gloomy, as if it would rain at any time, gusts of wind blew up, and layers of flying sand were blown up, people couldn't open their eyes. The stalls selling things on the street quickly cleaned up and were ready to go home. Pedestrians in twos and threes I also walked in a hurry, wanting to get home early to avoid this unknown rainstorm.

A man in a dark blue robe appeared on the street, walking slowly, his hair was a little messy, but he couldn't hide his handsomeness and coldness, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, his face and lips were unnaturally pale, His eyes were also a little haggard.

Beside him, the people were in a hurry, which was in sharp contrast to his calmness.

Elegant footsteps, forward, and then forward, finally came to an alley, looked in, blue bricks and red tiles, walked a few meters, and you could see the gate of Chuxuan Palace.

He regained his memory and betrayed his master. The master would never let him go. The assassins he sent were in ambush everywhere, and they would appear to surround and kill him at any time. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to sacrifice in vain.

He has no jade pendant, no jade bracelet, and no cinnabar mole, and his appearance is not even remotely similar to Murong Xiu. He can't prove his identity, so he can't go back to the Hou's mansion and expose the fake Murong An.

(End of this chapter)