He paused in his steps and looked over in shock.
When he saw that scene clearly, his whole body suddenly froze.
Xuanqing's flesh and blood had been pierced, the iron chain was burning red, and the blood solidified immediately when it touched it.
But even so, the mottled blood stains still stained his blue shirt.
Wang Yi was kneeling on the ground, looking at Ji Yanchen with an angry face, as if blaming him for not saving his life, adding fuel to the fire.
Ji Yanchen staggered slightly.
Yin Luzhu, he is serious!
Xuanqing bit her lip so hard that blood leaked out, but she still endured it.
Yin Luzhu's dark eyes were full of innocence, her cool fingertips touched his skin lightly, and her red lips whispered.
"This is the way nobles used to lock slaves in the past. As long as you wear the lute bone, you will have trouble using it even if you have a lot of skills."
Xuanqing slowly raised his eyes, staring at her fiercely, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
Not only Xuanqing, but also Qingluo was stunned.
No one knows better than her how much the prince likes these four young masters in the house, but today, she actually wore Mr. Xuanqing's pipa bone, but she still looked doting on her face.
Qingluo swallowed silently.
I have to say that the prince at this moment is a bit scary and a bit... perverted.
Under Xuanqing's intense gaze, Yin Luzhu carefully pulled his clothes and said softly.
"Let Xuan Qing have a good rest tonight and go to the palace to pay homage to your Majesty tomorrow morning."
"Yin Luzhu!" Wang Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up, "You tortured the young master to this point, and how did you let him rest? You kept saying that you liked him, but you still tortured him and insulted him like this."
Yin Luzhu looked at Wang Yi, blinked, pointed at him and said, "Put on his too."
Xuanqing raised his head with difficulty, and the words he spat out were broken, "Yin... Yin Lu... Zhu... let... him..."
Looking back, Yin Luzhu's eyes were as cold as if she had been in cold water. She said: "He should receive some lessons. I am the master and he is the servant. It is better to distinguish between superiority and inferiority."
After saying this, Yin Luzhu strode towards the outside of Hanyue Terrace.
Ji Yanchen stood stiffly on one side, watching in shock as Yin Luzhu walked past him.
A faint fragrance spread to his nose, and Ji Yanchen was in a trance for a moment.
Is the person in front of me still Yin Luzhu?
…
Returning to Fengan Hall, Yin Luzhu went to the soft couch tiredly.
Today, it was like walking through the gates of hell. If she really lost this battle, she might have already been sent to prison.
Qing Luo walked up and glanced at Yin Luzhu with a complicated expression.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "My lord, do you really want to hand over Master Xuanqing to your Majesty?"
"Why not?" Her tone was warm and indifferent, "He assassinated the Lord and wanted me to take the blame for him. There is no such thing as cheap in this world."
"Your Majesty is seriously injured. There must be an explanation for this matter. If I don't hand him over, I will be the unlucky person in the future. This person has evil intentions."
Qing Luo looked at Yin Luzhu in surprise. She was so shocked that she remained silent for a long time.
The prince seemed to have grown up overnight. In the past, she was addicted to male lust. No matter what those young gentlemen did, as long as they showed kindness to her, she would bear everything for them.
She originally thought that the prince would pretend not to know about Xuanqing's assassination as before.
Unexpectedly, she was not only willing to hand Xuan Qing over to the king, but she even wore his pipa bone.
