Chapter 25: Blood splashing jingwang

Murong Xue is not born to be sick and sick, but in the year of the fourth year of the cold poison, cold toxicity is overbearing, the attack will make people feel better than death, the Qingyan Guoshen doctors racked their brains and failed to think of ways to completely remove it. Can only use its natural enemy fire lotus seeds to restrain.
After Murong Xue was poisoned, Murong blocked the news. This secret, only Murong Yue couple, Murong Yu brother and sister, and Lao Jing Wang, night Yichen know...
The black man still bowed his head and was silent.
Murong’s bottom flashed a sharp glare, glaring at the collar of the black man, and slammed him to the ground. He hated a few feet in his chest, turned and turned back. Walk outside.
"Brother, where are you going?" Murong Xue whispered, his voice weak.
"Go to the Jing Wangfu, find the night smog!" Murong squatted in the footsteps, and answered without a head, angry.
Murong Xue Liumei picks up: "What are you looking for? He will not admit that he is a mastermind."
"Even if he does not admit it, I will go to Jingwangfu to meet him, and I can't let him bully us!" Murong said with a grin, striding out of the falling snow pavilion.
Murong Xue's body veins were like a needle-like pain. The whole body had a layer of sweat, and the slender body smashed and almost fell.
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"No, bring a man in black, follow me to Jing Wangfu." Murong Xue eyes cold and cold: Jing Wangfu is the night of the dusty night, the night between the dust and her contradictions, she does not trust Murong to go alone.
Moreover, after the cliff, she was busy dealing with Du Shi and Mu Rongrou, and did not pay much attention to the night, but also to see the former fiance who was in the high position and held the weight!
Jing Wangfu
The night smog hits the purple robes, stands in the octagonal pavilion, aligns the easel, holds the wolf's pen quickly, and the delicate rose flowers appear on the white rice paper.
Thinking of the person who likes the rose flowers, his mouth does not feel that it is a beautiful arc: I paint this picture for her, she must really like it...
"Little Houye, here is Jing Wangfu, you can't be hard..."
"Get out of the way, Ben Hou wants to see the night dust..."
"Sorry, Xiao Houye, without the order of the prince, no one can enter the house at will..."
"There are hundreds of thousands of urgent things to look for, and you can't afford it... Hey, what are you doing? Don't pull me... Night, dust, you give me out, get out..."
The fierce noise came into the ears, and the night's unhappy eyebrows looked up and saw Murong's anger rushing into the house, while the three or four Jingwangfu guards clutched his arm. Dragging outside...
Soon after I came to Jing Wangfu, his speed is really fast!
At night, the corner of the dusty mouth bends a few invisible arcs, gently swinging the hand, the guards will know, loosen Murong, and retreat to one side!
Murong Yu Yin looked into the pavilion with his face, and reached into the front of the night, and he was unceremonious: "Night and dust, take the fire lotus!"
Fire lotus seed is produced in Huoyun Mountain, Huoyun Mountain is in Yunnan, and Yunnan is the seal of Jing Wangfu. After the fire lotus seeds are harvested, most of them remain in the Jing Wang House, and only a small amount flows outside.
The fire lotus seeds bloomed in five years, the results of five years, and the production is very small. The fire lotus seeds that Murong Xue took before were all acquired by Murong Yue and Ge Hui in the major pharmacies in Beijing. They were all destroyed in black. In the hands of the dead, in a short time, Murong can not find the fire lotus seeds to take Murong Xue, can only come to Jing Wangfu to ask.
At night, the dusty eyes are lightly hanging, elegantly painting, and the young and handsome face can't be opened: "The fire lotus seed of Jing Wangfu, what do you want to say?"
"On the basis of the fact that you sent someone to ruin my sister's fire lotus seeds!" Murong Yu hated and hated him: "If those fire lotus seeds are good, my sister is safe and sound, I am too lazy to come to Jing Wangfu to find you."
"Mu Rongxue's fire lotus seeds were destroyed. It is the incompetence of the people in your town's government. There is no guard, and he is doing this with the king?"
Murong’s sullen teeth:
You... I’m too lazy to fight with you, in a word, don’t give fire lotus seeds!

"Mu Rongxue has already proposed to the king to retreat. Now the Jingwang government has nothing to do with the town government, and the king gives you a fire lotus seed. The name is not right." Night Yichen said carelessly, his voice was light.
"Speaking of it, you still want to take my sister as a sister! My sister does not agree, you use such a despicable way to force her to submit, do not feel that you are too shameless? My sister's cold poison has already occurred, now tonight When she refused to accept the fire lotus seeds, she would die. "Murong looked at him with certainty, and he was burning with anger.
The night of the dust is not okay for his words, faintly said: "The current Murong Xue is the former fiancee of the king, her life and death and the king?"
"You!" Murong sighed with anger, and a handsome face suddenly rose red. He saw it. The night was dusty and he didn't want to give him a fire lotus. It was useless to argue with him.
"The things of Jingwangfu don't give people. We can always buy them. Please ask Wang to pay a price. Even if you want Jinshan Yinshan, I will offer them as many."
"Jing Wangfu does not lack silver. No matter how much money you pay, this king will not sell fire lotus seeds! If Murong Xue wants to use fire lotus seeds, there is only one way to marry into Jing Wangfu and be the side of this king!"
The last few words, the night of the dust increased the voice, and heard that Murong was dark and black, and his anger was about to spurt out the fire!
Night ignorance is innocent, looking at the sky, ‘good heart’ reminder:
You still have two hours to consider!

"Don't worry about it, I can answer Jing Wang now!" Murong Xue walked over under the fragrant support of the fragrant incense. The voice of Qingling was dry and dull, the beautiful little face was pale and bloodless, and the slender body seemed weak. When the wind blows, it will fall, but her dark eyes are full of strong and stubborn, and the word is one word: "I would rather die, and I will not marry Jing Wangye!"
The action of the night-time dust painting moves, the face is gloomy and terrible, and the sharp bottom flashes a haze!
Murong Xue turned a blind eye, and the black sorcerer who passed the shackle came to the front of the night. He smiled and said: "This person is the chief culprit who ruined my fire lotus seed. He is thinking and speculating that I am going to kill Huang Quan, I am If you can't find his master behind the scenes, let him bury me!"
When the words fell, Murong Xue turned his wrists, and the sharp hairpins cut a thin, long mouth on the neck of the dead man. The scarlet bloodline splashed and splashed on the silver cylinder, and the red eyes were glaring...
The man stagnated a piece, and he threw down to the ground, his eyes widened, and his bottom was gray!
The golden sun shines on the tip of the bun, reflecting the dazzling light, the thick smell, the cold hair, the fear of the heart...