Chapter 63： Aiqing, this is my fight for you

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Intellectually, he knew it wasn't like that.

But this sentence is really... impressive.

When Ah Jin teased him, he liked to say that.

It's late at night, it's time to go home.

Then there's the sauce.

So when I heard this again, the person who was speaking was suspected of being Ah Jin again.

No matter how calm, Luo Miao couldn't help but fluctuate a few times in her heart.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Murong Jiu happily took the people away.

Luo Xiang, who watched the two leave, stared at her eyes.

Completely forget the purpose of her coming here.

It wasn't until the people around them left one after another, and only their master and servant were left, they screamed in agony.

"Ah! Crap."

Her big business! ! !

"Miss, what's the matter?" Xiao He hurriedly asked, looking flustered.

Luo Xiang grabbed Xiao He and wanted to cry without tears.

She is really unlucky.

With a sad face, he said: "It's okay, let's go, it's late, go back."

As for a chance encounter with the princes and nobles, we can only discuss it in the future.

Hey.

Luo Mio stood in the courtyard, stroking the jade flute in her hand, her face soft.

"Send someone to protect the princess, don't let her step into this muddy water."

"Yes, master."

A dark shadow disappeared.

Murong Jiu would always come to the main hall to take a look before going to bed, but she didn't want to see such a scene.

Even if he had known that he was not simple, his people could enter and leave the heavily guarded palace so freely.

It's obviously not the first time that it hasn't been discovered.

Still shocking.

With such power, as the king of a country, he should have been vigilant.

But looking at the man under the moon, with an indifferent and elegant temperament, like a pines and chrysanthemums, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, like the moonlight on the horizon, he could not be suspicious.

He thought that it was not that he could not afford to rise, but that he believed in him from the bottom of his heart.

Trust him, it won't hurt him.

This kind of thinking is extremely dangerous to the king of a country, but he is willing to gamble with his life.

The foot that had stepped out earlier was retracted and left without making any movement.

Luo Mio didn't notice the arrival of the male protagonist, and the system told him when he left.

'You mean he found it, but didn't come in? ’

'yes. ’ The system replied heartlessly.

Luo Mio looked at the door with a very complicated expression, and slowly a little water overflowed inside.

'Tong'er, he must be A Jin, only A Jin can trust me so unconditionally and pamper me. ’

Complete trust, if there is such a person in this world, it must be A Jin.

The system didn't answer this time, and got into a tangle.

Its feedback has not yet gotten results, but it is a fact that the male protagonist's soul fluctuates incorrectly.

It's just that now the host directly believes that the other party is Zong Yujin, so what if...

'Host...'

'I know what you're worried about, that kind of situation won't happen, it definitely won't happen, he is A Jin. ’

Luo Mio believed her feelings.

He walked briskly back to his room and threw himself on the bed. This night, the dreams were sweet.

When Murong Jiu returned to the imperial study, the dark guard was already waiting.

When he saw the person, he immediately saluted and said respectfully, "Master, this subordinate unexpectedly heard a news in Luo Guo."

"At that time, the monarch of Luo Guo also had a little prince. Because he was too beautiful, he was often secretly carried away by the palace maids and eunuchs."

"If it is too much, it will be sneaky. No matter how many batches people change, it will happen again within two or three days."

"The three- or four-year-old little prince was seriously frightened and fell ill, and he didn't survive."

"But the old man who used to be a messenger in the palace said that he didn't see the remains of the little prince, and it seemed that the burial was a tomb of clothes."