Chapter 240

"Chi, the light of rice grain, an dares to compete with the bright moon."

Seeing Shi Junru's withered, Murong Wharton gloated. Although she was also jealous of Murong Ling's appearance, for her now, Shi Junru is the biggest enemy - she dares to rob the king of Zhao! This bitch, how can she match!

Looking at Shi Junru's appearance carefully, she had to admit that Shi Junru not only recovered her appearance, but also became more beautiful. All this was due to the so-called Yurong pill. Thinking of this, she quickly looked at Murong Ling and said, "sister, do you still have this Yurong pill?"

At this moment, all the ladies looked at Murong Ling, and their eyes were burning. I wish she would answer her voice, and then instantly took out a pile of jade pills. Any woman doesn't expect to be beautiful.

However, they are doomed to be disappointed. Murong Ling only refined this bottle for Shi Junru.

"This is the only bottle. It's all for Princess Zhao."

They all regretted and disappointed, and looked forward to Shi Junru. How could Shi Junru not know what they were thinking? But how could she contribute such a panacea? One Murong Ling was enough. She didn't want to produce another woman who was better than her.

So she pretended to be helpless and said, "I have used up all the pills in the bottle."

The scene suddenly turned into a beauty seminar, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange. The male guests were restless and always felt uncomfortable. As the host, Li Fuchen immediately stood up and invited them to the banquet hall to have a drink. As soon as they were pardoned, they quickly followed him away.

The banquet was already full of wine, vegetables, melons and fruits. As soon as the guests were seated, the banquet was held. The male guests and the female guests sat separately. Li cangmin was very unhappy, but he had to separate from her again. Murong Ling sat down in the chair of the female guest, Murong Hua on the left and Mrs. Li Chen on the right. In her capacity, she could not have taken such an important position, However, Murong Ling is willing to make a face for Chen, and other people dare not say it even if they murmur in their hearts. Who makes her the most important person here.

As for Shi Junru, she is the bride and has been back to the bridal chamber. It seems that the storm has stopped. The shouting of drinking from the male guests comes slowly. The king of Zhao seems to have drunk a lot. Originally, no one dares to drink him because of his position, but he seems to be willing to drown his worries by drinking. The comer refuses to refuse. It sounds like he is drunk.

Murong Hua began to feel restless. He didn't know what he was thinking. Until Li Fu Chen's confused voice came from outside, "Mr. Zhou, I'll go to change clothes first and drink when I come back."

Mr. Zhou repeatedly said yes, and called the servants to help the king to leave. Murong Hua, who had been restless, finally got up and said, "I'll go to change clothes, elder sister. Take your time."

Murong Ling had the spirit in an instant, and had a premonition in her heart. Murong Hua was afraid that she could not help doing something. She was a little excited, but her face was calm. She nodded very calmly, "go."

As soon as the words were finished, the divine sense came out and fell on muronghua. She became determined and calm, and gave a piece of silver to the servant girl who was waiting at the banquet. "Where is the dressing room of King Zhao's house?"

Looking at the silver in her hand, the little servant girl immediately bent her eyebrows, "does miss want to go to the dressing house? The structure of the palace is complicated. I'm afraid you are not familiar with it. I'll take you there. "

Murong Hua thought for a while, seemed to feel reasonable, and then stuffed a piece of silver, "take me to the men's dressing house."

Men's and men's changing houses?

The little servant girl was startled. Her eyes were like looking at a pervert with a special habit. What did a big girl do when she went to the men's dressing house, and she was not afraid of being bumped? She didn't respond for a long time. Murong Wharton was impatient. She took out a piece of gold and urged, "hurry up, don't delay."

However, in the blink of an eye, she got a large fortune. Suddenly, the little maid looked at Murong Hua carefully. She was worried about it. If she could take someone to her, she would leave. "Miss, please come with me."

Murong Hua relaxed his look, reached out and touched the slight protrusion on his waist, then walked with the little servant girl confidently. After walking for a long time, he finally stopped in front of a courtyard with "Ruxiang Pavilion" hanging on it. "Miss, it's here."

Then he ran away for his life.

Such as Xiangge.

Although the name sounds good, it's just a place of grain reincarnation after all. The yard is full of fragrant flowers and plants, and there's no smell at all. Murong Hua hides in a corner for a long time, but hasn't seen any human figures. Just when she thinks that the little maid is taking the wrong way, Li Fuchen, whose face is red, is finally helped out by her servants.

Murong Hua in front of a bright, quickly came out from the corner, "Zhao Wang, you are OK."

Li Fuchen hasn't reacted yet. He looks like he's seeing a ghost. He's staring at the woman who suddenly comes out. This is the dressing house for the Lord. How did the woman come out?However, before he asked, the woman came to help Li Fuchen and said to him, "I'll take care of the Lord. You go."

How would you like to leave? The woman looks like she's scheming. If he leaves, what will happen to the prince? So he said with a cold face, "this lady has self-respect. This is not the place you should come to. Please leave quickly, or I'll call someone."

Murong Hua didn't expect that this servant was so unruly and glared at him, but Li Fuchen, who was leaning on him, finally said, "Miss Murong seems to have something to say to Wang. You go down first."

The master himself told the servant to leave even though he was worried. Murong Hua was overjoyed and quickly helped him. He said in a soft voice, "Lord, you have drunk too much. Please find a room to have a rest."

Li Fuchen looked up at him. His dark and clear eyes were deep and unpredictable, as if they were in people's hearts. Murong Hua's palms began to sweat. He always felt that King Zhao had noticed something, but he soon took back his sight and put his head slightly on her shoulder. It seemed that he was very impatient to answer, "thank you, Miss Murong. Take me to the Bixi pavilion next to you. It's a room for rest. "

Murong Hua's heart immediately fell back to its original place. He felt that he was oversensitive. King Zhao was not a prophet. How could he know her plan. So she completely relaxed, helped Zhao Wang into the wing room of the next yard, and carefully helped him to the bed to lie down. Her eyes flashed, "I'm afraid this wing room hasn't been used for a long time. It's very stuffy. I'll go and have some incense."

Li Fu Chen closed his eyes and lay on the bed, ignoring her words. Murong Hua was delighted. He quickly went to the censer, turned his back to the person, and took out a small sachet from his waist, which was filled with a handful of sweet smelling spices.