018 Tibetan noble girl

Murong Xueyan was imprisoned in a room by 13,000. There are four maids in charge of guarding her, and there are also two nurses outside the door.

She has never been so eager to have a good martial arts like Tu Lan Ruo, who can get herself out of trouble. For three days, she couldn't even get out of the door of the room.

Murong Xueyan has been racking her brains to think about the strategy of escape. For three days, she has been docile and shows no sign of resistance, which makes several maids who have been inseparable temporarily relax their vigilance.

The opportunity has finally come. After she had lunch, three of the four maids went to eat, leaving only one to guard her, and the nurse's yard outside the door happened to be absent.

"This sister, I... I have a stomachache..." Murong Xueyan leaned over and covered her stomach and moaned in her mouth.

"What's wrong with the girl?" The requisment of the maid was to make sure that Murong Xueyan was "unharmed". As soon as she shouted that her stomach ached, the maid hurried to ask.

"It hurts... it hurts... rub it for me quickly." Murong Xueyan pointed to her lower abdomen.

The maid rubbed her lower abdomen and asked softly, "Girl, are you better?"

"Okay, okay..." At the right time, Murong Xueyan slapped her hand and hit the back of the girl's neck hard--

It seems that this action is used to knock people out in TV series...

The maid turned around and pointed to her and spit out a word: "You..." Then her body softened and fell to the ground.

Murong Xueyan didn't dare to stay and ran away from the door. The ten thousand mansion was really big. She ran around like a headless fly. Finally, when she saw the door, she was overjoyed and suddenly felt that someone had picked her whole body from behind.

"Dare to escape!" The fierce hoarse voice made her tremble with fear.

"Mu Nu, put this woman in the dungeon." Tens of thousands of people carried their hands and smiled coldly.

"Three thousand, I'm the prime minister's daughter, and my father won't let you go!" Murong Xueyan tried to struggle, but she was not the opponent of the powerful wooden slave at all.

The one named Munu should be the guardhouse of Wanfu. He is at least 1.9 meters tall and looks much taller than an ordinary man. It's like carrying a chicken carrying Murong Xueyan.

"People are knives, I am fish", the eight words came to my mind.

Now it really becomes the fish on the chopping board. Murong Xueyan was so desperate that she couldn't speak, and she could only allow thousands of people to send her to the Wanfu dungeon.

"I don't care whether you are the Prime Minister's daughter or King Jing's singer. Anyway, the woman I like, I can't escape!"

"You traitor! My father will send someone to destroy your whole house when he knows it!" Murong Xueyan looked at each other angrily.

"I'm afraid you won't have a chance to see your father." Tens of thousands of people smiled arrogantly, closed the door of the dungeon viciously, and strictly guarded, "Look closely at this woman. If there is any mistake, the end will be the same as Xiang'er!" Xiang'er is the maid who was knocked unconscious by Murong Xueyan today.

The guard agreed tremblingly, and his eyes were reluctant to stare at Murong Xueyan in the blink of an eye.

The dungeon is dark and humid, and a moldy smell around it makes Murong Xueyan sick. Sit down. The ground is too dirty. Stand up. You will feel tired after standing for a long time...

entangled...

Murong Xueyan suddenly asked, "What's wrong with Xiang'er?"

The two guards were expressionless and directly spit out two words: "Dead."

"Death?!" Murong Xueyan felt a chill rising from behind, as if her head had been splashed with ice water. She just wanted to escape and escape from the claws of ten thousand. She didn't think that it would hurt Xiang'er... I didn't kill Biren, but Biren died because of me... A burst of sadness and an apology. She said in her heart: "Xiang'er, I'm sorry..."

The maid named Xiang'er looks about the same age as her. She has beautiful eyebrows, is petite, and occasionally shows a delicate expression. She is as naive as a child...

This is the first time since Murong Xueyan came to this era that she felt that death was so close to her. After tossing for a long time, she felt so tired. She leaned against the wall, her body slid down weakly, and her starry eyes were slightly close...

Suddenly, a man in white came in with his sword and retreated the guards outside the prison door for a moment...

Nangongyi.

It's him. He came to save her. He opened the prison door with his own hands and took her out of Wanfu.

He took her hand and protected her behind him. Under his protection, she was calm even if it was bloody. The sword rose and fell, and his figure retreated one after another who stopped them...

He smiled at her and had never seen him smile so warm, like the rare sunshine after the clouds and rain...

"Nangong Yi!" Murong Xueyan suddenly woke up with her eyes wide open.

It turned out that everything was just a dream.

Where is the shadow of Nangong Yi in this quiet and cold dungeon?

Murong Xueyan slowly leaned and stood up, laughing at herself. At this time, what are you still doing? I fantasize that Nangongyi, the sworni, will come to save her...

The sudden visit of Prime Minister Murong Rui surprised Nangong Yi. You should know that although the two of them are in the court, they have not reached the point of "water and fire", they have been tit-for-tat for a long time due to political disagreements. The two have little contact in private. After the incident of Murong Xueyan's wedding, they have set the purpose of "old age and death without dealing with each other" and ignored each other.

This time it is...

"Nangong Yi!" Murong Rui called his name directly, without any humility as a subordinate. He stared straight at Nangong Yi, who was above him, and asked rudely, "Where did you hide Xue'er?"

"Hidden? Joke, your daughter is missing. Why did you ask me? Her feet grow on her. She can go wherever she likes. What does it have to do with me? Nangong Yi argued for the reason.

"Who else can there be besides you?" In the past few days, his search has been fruitless. Murong Rui has almost reached the edge of despair. He came to Jingwang Mansion with the last glimmer of hope. He hoped that his daughter's recent disappearance was because he was trapped in this palace...

"I don't know." Nangong Yi shook his head and said coldly, "Uncle Ming, see you off!"

"You...didn't you really hide Cher here?" Murong Rui didn't give up and asked again.

Nangong Yi smiled disdainfully: "I don't care if others treat your daughter as a treasure. That girl is stupid and stubborn. She doesn't distinguish between right and wrong. Is there any place worth my 'h hiding'?"

"In that case, goodbye!" Murong Rui left with a group of subordinates of the prime minister's house.

"No!" Nangong Yi turned his back and didn't even look at Murong Rui.

It's just that in the bottom of my heart, I'm faintly worried... Murong Xueyan, the stinky girl who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth, is missing. Where will she go...

The last time I saw her flashed in my mind.

In Tianxianglou, she disguised herself as a man for fear of being recognized by him. She blocked her face with the folding fan in her hand and "escaped" from his sight... He looked down from the window and saw her talking to a person. That was 13,000. It was said that he had recently paid attention to the prince of the Western Song Dynasty who secretly came to Beijing.

An ominous foreboding arises spontaneously, and Nangong Yi can no longer sit still. Yes, he was annoyed that the girl misunderstood her last time, and he was also thinking about how to completely draw a line with her... But in fact...

He found that he would be worried about her safety.

Before he had time to think about it, he went to the stable to lead the horse, ordered a few generals, and went straight to Wanfu. - Just like the last time, he learned that Murong Xueyan had been taken away by ten thousand.

"I don't know what happened to the prince's visit this time?" Ten thousand people were ordered to prepare tea and personally handed the tea cup to Nangong Yi.

"I'm going to make a long story short. Has Master Wan seen the girl who danced on my birthday recently?"

"Which girl?" Ten thousand people knew what they were referring to, but deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Three thousand, you don't have to pretend. You brought the girl to the house that night and wanted to be light. If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid you would have planted a big disaster."

"Wan Mou is puzzled by this." Tens of thousands of people slanted at Nangong Yi and looked fearlessly.

"That girl is not a singer in my palace, but Murong Xueyan, the daughter of the prime minister."

Ten thousand thousand people's face was slightly surprised. He thought that Murong Xueyan claimed that the prime minister's daughter was lying to him, but he didn't expect it to be true. Even if it's true, so what? Everyone has been caught, and the gate has been closed for so many days. Now, it is difficult for him to get off...

His expression did not escape the sharp eyes of Nangong Yi. In an instant, Nangong Yi understood everything - this Murong Xueyan, nine times out of ten, was in the ten thousand mansions!

"Tighty thousand," Nangong Yi changed his name and advised, "The private Tibetan woman is a felony. What's more, what you hide is the daughter of the Prime Minister. 'The people don't fight with officials'. You should understand this?"

"Wan doesn't understand what the prince is talking about." Ten thousand and thirty thousand are still self-defense.

Nangong Yi smiled and looked back and ordered the attendant: "Search!"

"Your Highness, you are breaking into a private house like this..."

"Breaking into a private house?" Nangong Yi sneered, "Then I would like to ask you, do you know what crime you have committed when you have a private dealings with the prince of the Western Song Dynasty?"

"No, nothing..." The forehead of ten thousand is covered with fine and dense beads of sweat, and there is not enough confidence.

Nangong Yi no longer paid attention to him and personally searched for Wan with his attendant. Nangong Yi didn't bring five people. After spending more than half a morning, he found Murong Xueyan from the dungeon.

"You..." The moment she saw Nangong Yi, Murong Xueyan felt in a trance that it was a dream in front of her.

If it's not a dream, how could it be Nangong Yi who came to save her...

Murong Xueyan secretly pinched her thigh with her fingers and screamed in pain: "Ah!"

Oh, it's not a dream. Nangong Yi is not wearing white clothes, and the expression on his face is not as gentle as in the dream. Er,... At present, there are only two words to describe this face - stinky face.

"Let's get on the horse." Nangong Yi, with a stinky face, burst out two words briefly, pulled Murong Xueyan on the horse's back and waved it with a whip: "Drive--"

Murong Xueyan was glad that Nangong Yi did not settle accounts with her. Otherwise, she would really find a hole to get in.