bullyxtreme Chapter 137 - The People in the Painting
Chapter 137 - The People in the Painting
"How come Your Highness is no longer stupid after just a short while?" Mu Ziyan didn't care about being treated like this. He picked up a strand of hair in front of his chest and twisted it between his fingers, looking at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes.
"You have never been to Nanyue, how do you know the name of the wolf I raised? My disguise was so exaggerated, how did you know that I was Yan Mu from Dongchu? You even know my martial arts moves." Feng Muyan said sternly.
"So, what is your guess?" Mu Ziyan's eyes moved, and she felt the beating of her heart in her chest became irregular. Her slender white hands behind her back were clenched into fists nervously. She didn't want to recognize him so early, so what should she do now?
Seeing Mu Ziyan's reaction, Feng Muyan was overjoyed and quickly released the hand that was holding her down. With trembling hands, he unfolded the painting and asked excitedly, "Have you seen the little girl in this painting?"
The little spark of emotion that had just surged in Mu Ziyan's heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water. This guy's IQ and EQ are simply inversely proportional. Her expectations of him were too high.
"Why don't you say something!" Feng Muyan frowned and pushed Mu Ziyan's shoulder unhappily.
"Your daughter?" Mu Ziyan raised his eyebrows and asked unhappily. Seeing Feng Muyan's face darken instantly, it was needless to say that he felt relieved! Then he hummed a song and walked towards the bed, ignoring Feng Muyan directly.
"Ah...ah..." Tuan Tuan poked his head out from under the bed curiously. Seeing that his master had also come here, he wagged his big tail left to right and called out happily.
Feng Muyan turned his head slightly and looked over, his mouth stiffened. Why is this guy here? Shouldn't he be guarding Feng Bai at this time every night?
Mu Ziyan dispersed the energy in his throat, took off his shirt as if no one was around, then pulled the quilt over him and lay on the bed. He yawned and said, "Remember to close the door when you leave. I don't have the habit of being visited by others while I sleep."
Feng Muyan walked to the bed with a frown on his face, not caring about his gentlemanly manners. He immediately pulled back the quilt, which was not very thick to begin with, and pulled Mu Ziyan up by the shoulders. Then he put the painting in front of her again and said in a cold voice, "Hurry up and tell me!"
"This young master has never seen her. Are you satisfied?" Mu Ziyan slapped the big hand away, then sat cross-legged on the bed and played with his hair.
"I have thousands of ways to make you speak, but you'd better not ask for trouble!" He attacked Mu Ziyan with one hand, but just as he was about to touch her neck, his wrist went numb and was grabbed by a slender hand. Then he felt a pain in his ribs and fell towards the bed, accidentally knocking Mu Ziyan down, and then the dilapidated bed collapsed and shattered into pieces.
In a hidden place in the corridor not far from the room, "Ying Ren, do you think the disappearance of the little princess is too much of a blow to the prince? He actually attacked a man, I can't stand it." Qingying stretched his neck to look towards the wing room, feeling a little regretful in his heart that such a brave and wise prince was about to be left behind.
"Qingying, are you sure you brought your head with you when you came out?" Yingren asked contemptuously.
"What does this have to do with having a brain? Shadow Blade, dare you to speak your mind!"
"Can't you see that Mu Ziyan is a woman?" After thinking it over, Ying Ren decided to tell this matter. Otherwise, if this fool Qingying talked nonsense in front of his master again one day, no one would dare to collect his body.
"The high priest of Dongchu is actually a woman!" Qingying said in surprise.
Ying Ren gave Qing Ying a helpless look. If he had been a little more careful, he would have guessed it. He wondered how many times Qing Ying's brain had been flooded with water over the years.
"Who!" Ying Ren suddenly turned around and shouted in a low voice, turning over to chase, and Qing Ying followed closely. The two chased all the way and finally caught up with the black shadow. Without saying a word, they drew their swords and surrounded the man.
The man in black was not panicked when he saw this, and he started fighting with the two men with his sword. He was outnumbered and was slashed on the arm by Qingying. The man in black saw that he had no chance of winning, so he quickly sprinkled the powder in his hand on the two men, then turned around and ran away.
The powder blurred their eyes, and in a hurry, Qingying threw the sword at the back of the double figure with all his strength. When the two wiped the powder off their eyes, the figure of the man in black was nowhere to be seen, and he had already run away to who knows where.
Qingying leaned over to pick up the sword, turned around abruptly and said, "Yingren, the sword I threw just now should have stabbed the black-clothed man in the back."
"How do you know?" Shadow Blade frowned.
"It's normal for there to be blood on the sword since I stabbed him before, but look at the hilt, there are also a lot of blood stains. It must have been because I stabbed him in the back and the blood was stained when he drew the sword himself." Qingying said.
Shadow Blade nodded slightly and said, "Let's go and report to the master. This matter may not be simple."