Murong Lingfeng felt someone sitting by the bed, subconsciously thought it was Yun Mo. "She closed her eyes and groped over, holding "Yun Mo"'s waist and rubbed it, murmured softly in her mouth, "Yun Mo Mo."

The moment she was hugged that day, my body began to stiffen, and I didn't dare to move, and I didn't dare to respond to her.

At this time, Murong Lingfeng also felt something was wrong. Yun Mo's body smelled of green grass, but the man asked with some platycodon and rosemary. Although it was not very strong, it could not escape Murong Lingfeng's "dog nose".

Murong Lingfeng let go of his arms and opened his eyes, looked up, suddenly jumped up with the quilt in his arms, pointed at the man and shouted, "You, you... why are you here?" She looked around uncertainly. It was indeed her bed in her room, and then she said with confidence, "This is my bed, who allows you to sit here?"

"I'll ask the Ninth Prince to wake you up!" Murong Lingxue walked in with a bowl of water. She put the water on the table. "You don't even look at it. It's time now, the sun is getting hot and you're still staying in bed. The prince has been waiting for you for an hour."

Murong Lingfeng was not happy, "It wasn't that I asked him to wait, who knows why he came so early." In the little boy's impression, she had never made an appointment with the Ninth Prince. The little boy lay on the bed and covered his head with a quilt, "I just want to stay in bed!"

Murong Lingfeng pulled down a gap slightly, revealing his eyes. Nangong Qingye stood by the bed, looking at her without saying a word, with a little lonely eyes. The young master somehow felt a little uncomfortable. She simply sat up and waved to Yun Mo who was sitting on a chair drinking tea and watching the show, "Come and help me put on my clothes!" She reached out and pushed the Ninth Prince again, "Go out! I want to change my clothes!"

Nangong Qingye glanced at her last, turned around and was about to leave. Murong Lingfeng suddenly remembered something. She reached out to grab the sleeve of the Ninth Prince, but so coincidentally grabbed the prince's three fingers. Both of them were stunned. After a while, Murong Lingfeng realized that he was going to withdraw his hand, "Then, that... thank you! I like the medicinal materials you gave very much. But it's OK! Don't waste your manpower and financial resources to help me find those!"

"Do you like it?" The Ninth Prince's voice sounded very nice, like a low cello, with a mature charm in its magnetism, refreshing the heart.

Murong Lingfeng nodded, "I like it."

"If you like it, please keep it. I like it very much." After saying that, the Ninth Prince left the house and leaned against the sycamore tree in the yard and waited quietly.

He couldn't help but caress the three fingers that Murong Lingfeng had just held. A girl also grabbed his three fingers back then.

The girl once said, [There are too many, don’t give me any more gifts! I can’t bear it!]

How did he answer? [I gave it to you, just take it, there is nothing you can't bear!]

They all owe a word of love from beginning to end, no matter who was to whom. In that summer, love did not know where it started or ended.

Murong Lingxue looked at Nangong Qingye with a gentle expression outside the house and smiled slightly, "The Ninth Prince likes you very much!"

Yun Mo, who was helping the young master to tie buttons, his shoulders froze when he heard this. Could this be his invisible enemy?

Murong Lingfeng didn't care, "So what?"

"Don't always target the Ninth Prince, as it will hurt his heart." Murong Lingxue said softly.

"He?" Murong Lingfeng's tone was filled with suspicion, "Will that unfaithful man, the loveless man still feel sad?"

Yun Mo couldn't understand their conversation more and more, "Who did Uncle Jiu lose? Aunt Li?" Yun Mo saw from the beginning that the little guy was hostile to the Ninth Prince and inexplicably hostile. It was already a "great crime" that the Ninth Prince didn't do anything, but he was sure that these two people had never met before, so this inexplicable "hate" could only come from one place - their mother Princess Li.

Murong Lingfeng snorted coldly and raised his eyebrows, "Why, he has given up other women besides my mother? That's really a scumbag!"

Yun Mo also frowned, "Do you have any misunderstandings about Uncle Jiu? He doesn't have Aunt Fuli. Uncle Jiu has been waiting for Aunt Li to come back. On the contrary, Aunt Li left without a sound. When Uncle Jiu gets the news again, she is already married." Even though she knows that she has married Murong Yu and lives a happy life, Nangong Qingye is still waiting quietly in the distance, unwilling to take another step. It is enough for him to keep their memories.

"But we heard that the Ninth Prince is going to marry, and this wife is not Princess Li." Murong Lingxue said calmly, as if the narrator in the story.

Yun Mo also heard about this incident, or he was in Chujing at that time, and witnessed the whole story with his own eyes. "I know what you are talking about. That incident caused a lot of controversy in Chujing 17 years ago. Uncle Jiu did not want to marry her at all. It was the woman who said she was pregnant with Uncle Jiu's child and she must be the ninth princess."

"Hmph!" Murong Lingfeng put on his shoes and went downstairs to make his clothes. "If he hadn't done anything to that woman, how could he have conceived his child?"

"Feng'er," Murong Lingxue called her sister over to help her tidy up her collar and asked casually, "How was that woman going on later? Why didn't she become the ninth princess?"

Speaking of this, even the Holy Prince who did not care about the world complained to his uncle Jiu, "That woman has nothing to do with Uncle Jiu at all! The child in her belly is not Uncle Jiu at all! Uncle Jiu, under the pressure of cursing and the empress dowager, forced him to death to change the day of marriage to the aftermath of the child. After the child was born, Uncle Jiu dripped blood in front of everyone to recognize his relatives, dripping three times without merging, and then dripping the woman's blood into the bowl. As a result, her blood merged with the child's blood." While proving that the child was not himself, he also verified that there was no problem in water and blocked everyone's mouth tightly. In this way, the insults of the people changed the direction and began to accuse women of wanting to borrow children to take office.

; The Empress Dowager, who was eager to ask for the grandson, no longer forced her youngest son. "Even so, Uncle Jiu still left the mother and son in the villa of the Jiuwang Mansion for three years." The woman's reputation was ruined. She was counting on her to climb to the family of the royal family, Guangmen Yaozu, and how could she let her go home? She could only live in the Jiuwang Mansion with shame. During the three years, the child grew a little bit, and that face did not look like Uncle Jiu at all. Instead, it looked like a soldier under his grandfather. The woman could not stand the accusation of the crowd and told the truth. It turned out that she and the soldier accidentally came up with this plan to blame the Ninth Prince.

"I don't believe it!" Murong Lingfeng was not that easy to fool. "If the Ninth Prince was not guilty and had never done anything, how could he be fooled? He knew best if he had ever had anything with that woman!"

Yun Mo shrugged, "Then I don't know the specific situation." He couldn't run to ask Uncle Jiu's boudoir about what was happening in his boudoir.

Murong Lingfeng was still treated as a disheartened man by the Ninth Prince, but Murong Lingxue kept this in her heart. She always felt that something seemed to be wrong, and she was about to come out if there was anything.

Yun Mo ran to Jiuwang Mansion to find Nangong Qingye early in the morning, and everyone had not eaten breakfast yet. So, as a veteran foodie, adhering to the principle that food is the most important thing for the people, Murong Lingfeng announced that they would eat and chat.

While eating, Murong Lingfeng finally found that there was one person missing, "Where is Yun Han?"

"I'm going to work!" Murong Lingxue put a bowl of wontons and handed it to the Ninth Prince, "Do you think everyone is like you, sleeping until the sun is noon?"

Murong Lingfeng disagreed. She likes to sleep in but it doesn’t delay anyone’s business! Besides, sleeping more is good for skin health. She is also sitting when she gets up early! However, the young master glanced at Yun Mo, “Why are you still here? Why have I never seen you go to work before?”

Yun Mo saw it. The young master looked at him as if he was looking at a vagrant without jobs, as if he had never worked seriously. "If I get busy, the people in the world should be scared. So, you should pray that I will spend a few more days free. This at least means peace in the world." He is the Holy Prince of Nan Chu, the supreme ruler of the Nine Cavalry of the Holy King, and the No. marshal of Nan Chu. He is the backing of Emperor Chu, and the Chu Emperor is firmly held in his hands. He is both a trump card that cannot be released and a daunting one. If he is still in Nangong Yunmo, he will have great things to live, and it will be a major event for Nan Chu's life and death.

Everyone’s wishes are the same. The Holy Prince is idle and everyone is willing to support him. He must not be diligent, and everyone will be in trouble!

Of course, Murong Lingfeng couldn't understand the tricks. She just saw Yun Mo wandering in front of her every day and felt a little strange. Isn't that going to stop working? However, since everyone hopes that the Holy Prince is idle, she won't talk much. Anyway, this is their own business.

The maid brought the spicy jar to the young master. Murong Lingfeng lifted four or five spoons of spicy jar into the wontons. After taking a bite, the taste was still a little light, so he put two more spoons.

Yun Mo felt stomachache when he looked around. Murong Lingxue couldn't stand it. Since childhood, this little guy loved spicy food so much. He was so hungry. She could eat steamed buns and chili oil! The most annoying thing was that she ate so much spicy food, but she didn't even have a pimple on her face. In the words of the young master, acne had nothing to do with eating spicy food. Chili was a great cold, and eating too much would make it worse!

Every time she saw that she was eating so fiercely, Murong Lingxue couldn't help but mention it, "Eat less! If you get sick again, I will give you a taboo and don't let Sichen and the others prepare it for you."

Murong Lingfeng then reluctantly put down the spoon. She looked at the people on the table, and everyone looked at her with strange eyes, but one of them seemed to have a different look. Murong Lingfeng and Nangong Qingye looked at each other for a moment, reached out and pushed the spicy jar in front of the Ninth Prince's bowl. Nangong Qingye nodded slightly, "Thank you." He also began to pick up chili oil into the bowl, even better than Murong Lingfeng.

Yun Mo held his forehead, "Why did I forget that Uncle Jiu loves spicy food too!"

Murong Lingxue looked at the Ninth Prince on the left and the little sister on the right, and showed a meaningful smile. She didn't say anything, and concentrated on eating the wontons in her bowl, but judging from the smile that had not faded on her face, she should be in a good mood.

The four of them ate and chatted, and the topic quickly turned to the Seven Star Gu. When it comes to the Ninth Prince, who has always been happy and angry, he couldn't help but frown, "The emperor doesn't care about his life and death at all!"

His words were not groundless. Murong Lingxue also saw it before. Every time he mentioned the Seven-Star Gu, Emperor Chu looked indifferent, as if it was not related to his own life. "Is Emperor Chu afraid of death?"

"The emperor is probably a little tired and wants to step down." The Ninth Prince stirred up the chili oil in the bowl. "The high place is cold, not everyone can stand the loneliness for so long. We forced him to sit on that position, and it is understandable that he will be tired."

However, Nan Chu is his country after all. No matter how tired he is, he cannot ignore these millions of people. "The emperor intends to use himself as bait to lead the people who threaten Nan Chu Antai."

Therefore, it is true that Emperor Chu is not concerned about the Seven Star Gu, but he is indeed investigating the matter of the Gu, but his actions are very obscure.

Yun Mo and Murong Lingfeng looked at each other and decided to tell the Ninth Prince about the corpse ginseng, "Uncle Jiu, it is still a secret that we found the corpse ginseng. The other party destroyed the corpse ginseng in the entire valley. This plant was saved by several old seniors who tried their best to protect it!"

When Nangong Qingye heard this, he understood what they meant, "Does the other party know that you have corpse ginseng?"

Yun Mo shook his head, "I probably don't know yet."

After Murong Lingfeng dug out the corpse ginseng, he put it in the spirit of the sea. Unless someone among them leaked it, no one would know about this.

Murong Lingfeng remembered something strange. Just as she was about to tell the Ninth Prince, Murong Lingxue stepped on her under the table. She didn't say this, and seemed deliberate again. Murong Lingfeng had a sudden inspiration and mentioned another thing, "We might as well remove the Seven-Star Gu in Emperor Chu's body before the other party was not prepared."

When Yun Mo went to the Ninth Prince's Mansion early in the morning, he told Nangong Qingye, "I heard Mo'er say that he would detoxify the emperor's brother on July 15th. Are there any other requirements?"

"It is best to choose this place next to the pool. If there is a hot spring, it would be even better! The venue should be empty and can shine to the sun and the moon. It takes three days to remove the Gu, starting from noon on July 14th, and to the night on July 15th, the most important and dangerous moment, until the end of July 17th. No one can disturb this period. Once interrupted, the lives of Emperor Chu and I will be ruined in it!"

The dining table was silent for a while until someone from the Jiuwang Mansion reported to Nangong Qingye that the thing had arrived. Nangong Qingye suddenly stood up, "I'll come to find this place, I won't let any of you be hurt." After that, the Jiuwang pulled Yun Mo up with one hand, "You and I go back and get something."

After the two left, Murong Lingfeng had not yet woken up from the promise of the Ninth Prince. Even Murong Lingxue looked at the back that the Ninth Prince could not see, and a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes, "Actually, he is really good!"

"Simply!" Murong Lingfeng refused to admit it when he beat her to death. At that moment, she was indeed moved.

Outside the door, Sichen walked in, stood in front of Murong Lingxue, and bowed slightly, "Miss, Princess Zhuang is here."
Chapter completed!