Ye Wanqing and A Rao covered their faces as they walked down the bustling corridor of Wanxiang Building. The atmosphere was bustling, and the scent of cosmetics was so strong it was choking. They poked their heads in and opened the doors of each room, searching.
"Over there!" A Rao pointed to the room where two men were guarding the door and whispered, "Could His Royal Highness be in that room?"
"Look at me." Ye Wanqing walked over, lowered her head and rushed in quickly, saying in a low voice: "Master, you haven't come to play for a long time. Why don't you dance with me?"
Murong Yao was the only one in the room. He was holding a cup with his eyes narrowed, thinking about something. When he saw someone rushing in, he raised his beautiful peach blossom eyes and looked at her.
Ye Wanqing quickly glanced around the room and saw a bloody corpse lying on the bed. She hurried forward to check, and when she saw it wasn't Murong Yan, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly backed out with a smile: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
Murong Yao gave a look, and the two people outside the door quickly stopped her. Seeing this, A Rao hurried over and said, "It's not this room. Come here quickly. If you're late, the guest will get angry."
"Oh, here I come." Ye Wanqing muttered, hurriedly walked around the two of them, and strode out the door.
"Since the two girls are here, why not stay and serve me?" Murong Yao raised his eyebrows and took out a silver coin.
Ye Wanqing and A Rao looked at each other and hesitated for a moment. Without saying a word, A Rao quickly knocked out the guard who was closer to her with a knife, and was immediately grabbed by the wrist by another person.
"How dare you come and assassinate the Third Prince!"
"Prince, please run away!" A Rao called out softly, and kicked the man in the face, but the man quickly grabbed her foot.
Ye Wanqing hurriedly picked up the teapot on the table and slapped the man who was holding A Rao on the back of his head. The man let go in pain. She pulled A Rao up and ran out the door.
When Murong Yao heard A Rao call her the Prince, he would not let her go easily. He strode forward and grabbed Ye Wanqing's veil.
Ye Wanqing looked back in horror, and her veil and hair veil slipped off together. The gold and pearls on her head flew up along with her long black hair, and then fell on the side of her stunningly beautiful face, and the collision of gold and stone made a crisp and pleasant sound.
Murong Yao couldn't help but stare in amazement. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her exquisitely carved facial features made the gold ornaments on her head pale in comparison. Her heroic phoenix eyes were large and clear, as if hiding the stars and the sea, and as if filled with endless tenderness.
The red gauze wrapped around her well-proportioned and slender figure, and you could vaguely see her snow-white skin...
Who are you, beauty?
Ye Wanqing reacted quickly and raised the teapot in her hand to smash it towards Murong Yao. Unexpectedly, due to the large amplitude of the movement, two red apples fell out of her clothes and rolled to the ground.
The guard stepped forward rudely, grabbed Ye Wanqing's shoulders and pushed her to the ground. Seeing this, A Rao quickly raised her leg and kicked the man in the chest, knocking him out of the door.
"Prince, run!" A Rao strode out and started fighting with the guard.
Murong Yao held the veil with pearl chains tightly in his hand. He stared at the apple on the ground, standing there in a daze.
This beauty is Shen Xu?
Damn it, how could a man be so beautiful! He spoke in a pinched voice just now, and it was clearly a delicate girl!
Ye Wanqing immediately got up from the ground and left the room without looking back.
Murong Yao finally reacted and hurriedly chased after him.
While running, Ye Wanqing nervously looked back at Murong Yao who was gradually catching up with her. She felt an unbearable stuffiness in her chest, her breathing became rapid, and her heartbeat was extremely fast.
She looked at the hall filled with singing and dancing, and in a moment of urgency, she shouted at the top of her voice, "The Third Prince has come out to choose a concubine. Ladies, hurry up and seize this opportunity!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the noisy hall suddenly quieted down, and everyone turned to look at the two people chasing each other on the stairs. Ye Wanqing immediately turned around, stretched out her arms, and threw herself forward enthusiastically. "Third Prince, I am here to serve you."
Seeing this, several girls standing near her quickly lifted their skirts and moved over.
Murong Yao also felt very hot. Seeing the girl with a beautiful smile and a shallow dimple on her delicate face rushing towards him enthusiastically with her arms outstretched, his heart began to beat wildly and his face turned red.
He wanted to reach out to hold her soft waist, but there were suddenly several girls in his arms. Before he could react, more than a dozen pairs of arms climbed up and surrounded him. The laughter of young girls echoed in his ears, and the pungent smell of powder rushed into his nose.
He hurriedly called for protection and struggled to push through the crowd to get towards Ye Wanqing, but was soon submerged in the crowd.
Seeing that Ye Wanqing downstairs had escaped danger, A Rao wanted to go downstairs and evacuate with Ye Wanqing, but was stabbed in the shoulder by the guard with a flying knife.
She glanced at Ye Wanqing who was hiding in the crowd downstairs with her head covered, covered her bleeding shoulder, ran into the room and quickly climbed out the window.
Seeing this, the guard hurriedly chased after him.
The more Ye Wanqing ran, the more she felt hot and uncomfortable. Although she was wearing a cool Beihai national dance costume, she felt a heat rising from the soles of her feet to her back and then to her forehead, and her vision became blurry.
She bent over the door, breathing heavily, wanting to stop and slow down her pounding heart. Suddenly, the door of the compartment opened, and she was pulled into the room by a hot, strong hand.
"Who is it?" Ye Wanqing shouted irritably, but the man quickly covered her mouth.
The man panted softly, the black dagger with flowing patterns pressed against her neck. He warned with an unsteady breath, "Don't scream."
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