Chapter 8 True and False Woman

Hearing this, Murong Xun was stunned and couldn't find out from her memory that Murong Hua had a daughter of her age? Suddenly, thinking that she understood something, she turned her eyes to the lady beside her. There was still a half-true smile on the corners of her mouth, but there was a joking look in her eyes, and the good flash of viciousness hidden by her.

Murong Hua looked at Murong Xun on the ground, looked at the girl in blue beside her, and said, "I went back to the house. Madam said that you said that it was my missing daughter, but I found this girl on the road, and I think she is my missing daughter! Do you have anything to say?"

Murong Xun smiled and raised her eyelids to look at the eldest lady. After hearing Murong Hua's words, there was a moment of hesitation and self-reproach on her face, but the smile that looked carefully at the corners of her mouth had never disappeared.

Murong Xun said softly, "Since you have determined in your heart that this young lady is your daughter, even if I say anything, you will think it is a shameless sophistry, so what's the use of me saying so much? You still won't believe me!"

"So, have you admitted that you pretended to be Miss Wu?" Murong Hua still had time to answer, and the third aunt beside her couldn't wait to get up and say.

"It's all because the concubine is not in good health. This girl came with the fourth sister's jade pendant, and her appearance is a little similar to that born by the fourth sister. I just think she is Xun'er. Fortunately, the master is wise and finds the real Xun'er back!" The eldest lady immediately said.

A few words have denied Murong Xun's identity.

"Jade pendant?" Murong Hua followed, "According to Xun'er's adoptive parents, she also had a piece of jade pendant with her body, but it was stolen. There is no way to prove whether this matter is true or not. But Murong's bloodline is not allowed to be mixed with fish eyes. There is a birthmark on the right shoulder of the real Xun'er. Someone will take the two young ladies down to verify their identity!"

The night wind blows in May, and the red gauze tent rises with the wind. The lights in the flower hall swayed, and Murong Hua sat upright, with deep eyes and a little unclear.

"No need!" Murong Xun smiled and said, "I'm fake!"

As soon as this word came out, the girl in blue standing beside her was stunned for a moment, and the eldest lady and the third aunt on the other side were also stunned. Only the light in Murong Hua's eyes did not diminish, and the meaning was still deep and unclear.

"Bold, how dare you pretend to be Miss Xiangfu. Come on, lock her up!" The first lady got up, waved her handkerchief, and called a few attendants.

"No need!" Murong Hua looked at Murong Xun, and her eyes were a little unbearable. "Just beat her out!"

"My lord! If this woman is not severely punished, and if someone follows her in the future, the prime minister will fall into endless trouble!" The old lady persuaded righteously.

Murong Hua's eyes were a little tired, and she frowned, "Send this girl out!" He stretched out his hand to his third aunt and said, "My head hurts a little. You can press it later!"

The third aunt looked happy. She looked at the first lady with a trace of pride in obedience, "Yes!"

When the lady bit her lip unwillingly and turned her eyes to the girl in blue, her eyes suddenly looked at a little kind and smiled, "Xun'er, you are the serious master of our prime minister's house. If there is anything you want to eat and play in the future, just tell me..."

Murong Xun retreated like an outsider. Murong Yao's figure stood calmly outside the red gauze tent. He stared deeply at Murong Xun, smiled at the corners of his mouth, approached Murong Xun and whispered, "We will see you again soon!"

Murong Xun was sent out of Murong Mansion overnight, as if he was not eye-catching when he came, and he left quietly. It seems that she has never appeared in the prime minister's house.

Inn. In front of the bronze mirror.

Murong's incense shoulder is half exposed, and a vermilion birthmark like a blooming butterfly wing can be faintly seen from the blurred bronze mirror. But if you look closely, the snow-white skin is indeed covered with vertical and horizontally distributed wounds. The color of the wound varies, and it can be seen that the time of the injury is inconsistent.

The smile at the corners of Murong Xun's mouth still exists, like the cold moon outside the window. The anger stained between the eyebrows of his years of killer career emerged unreservedly, and even his straight back was as cold as a snowy peak of seven feet of cold snow.

Being smart is mistaken for cleverness. If it is described in one sentence, this sentence is most suitable for the old lady. There will be a long time to come.

Suddenly, there were some noises outside the window, and there were also some short-term contact sounds. Murong Xun stepped in front of the window in a few steps. Looking through the cracks of the window, she saw a few dark shadows leaping on the roof outside. As a killer **, she even smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.

He casually pulled a piece of white silk and covered his face. Murong Xun turned over the window and ran towards the shadow. When he approached, he saw clearly that several warriors in the clothes of ordinary bodyguards were besieging an injured man in black.

Several silver needles shot out like a meteor cutting through the sky. Several bodyguards waved their blades to greet him. This time, Murong Xun pulled out his soft sword, and his toes cut at one person like the fastest cheetah, and his hands were accurate and fierce.

At this time, another person attacked her again. She had not even changed her position. With a wave of the long sword, a few traces of bright red blood bloomed on the white silk on her face like blooming plum blossoms, which was extremely strange.

The bodyguard fell to the ground and rolled down from the roof. During this period, he slipped down with a few leaves of tiles and hit the ground crisply. The night is silent and mysterious, and the sound of the dragonfly can be faintly heard not far away.

Until the last bodyguard fell to the ground, Murong Xun wiped the blood stains on the long sword on the pink sleeves, and looked at the smiling eyes of the man in black standing in front of her. She tilted her head, picked up the corners of her lips, and her voice was as gentle as a wisp of spring breeze in March. "Are you sure I won't turn a blind eye to you, right? "

Murong Xun walked into the man in black, and the smell of blood on his body became stronger and stronger. The man in black pulled off the black cloth on his face, revealing a handsome face, and a few warm smiles of joy in his dark eyes like night. "I won, right, green ears?"

Suddenly, he spit out a mouthful of black blood, covered his chest and half knelt on the roof. He stretched out his hand and held Murong's pink skirt. There was a trace of sweetness in his voice. "I don't recognize you when you dress like this, like a flower fluttering in the wind in the night wind, beautiful and full of **." He looked up He looked at Murong Xun deeply and said, "It's like a flower!"

Murong Xun took a step back, almost rudely pulled out the skirt from the thief's hand, and turned his eyes to one side with an indifferent expression.

At this time, the thief's eyes darkened, and he fainted on the roof.

When the thief opened his eyes in a daze, it was already dawn. The sunlight came in from the half-closed window and sprinkled on the girl who was leaning against the bed in front of the window, fainting out a faint aperture. He looked at the girl almost greedily, and his eyes were full of reluctance and love. His trembling hand wanted to touch the girl gently, but he was afraid of the girl's dream and froze in the air.

Just as he was about to fall in his hand, the girl suddenly woke up, straightened her back, looked at him faintly, and said, "How can it be poisoned? With your skills, it would hurt you like this. Who on earth did you assassinate last night?

Thief Li withdrew his palm and paused. His eyes just calmed down, and his voice was a little hoarse. He said, "Do you know Chu Moyan, the proton of the State of Yan?"

"It is rumored that the biological mother of Yan Proton is the most favored imperial concubine of Emperor Yan. He is also the favorite son of Emperor Yan, but he was not appointed as the crown prince because of the identity of the concubine. And he himself was also amazing. At the age of seven, he spread the name of Liu Shicai all over the country, but at the age of ten, he had a sudden illness, which made his legs unable to work. This trip to Daxiang was also his own request. So it is very loved by the people in the State of Yan! It is also the great trouble of the prince of the State of Yan!" Murong Xun said lightly.

"Ha ha!" Thief Li smiled and said, "My target this time is this swallow proton."

Murong Xun's eyes narrowed and wanted to take his life. One was Prince Yan, and the other was the State of Wei, which was stronger than the State of Yan and Daxiang and did not want the State of Yan to unite with Daxiang. And the thief doesn't know who the buyer behind this is. As a killer of the wind shadow building, he has always only accepted tasks and can't have any questions. The confidentiality of the guest list of Fengyinglou is also one of the reasons why Fengyinglou has been trusted by employers for many years.

"I admire this proton very much. Although his legs are not conducive to running, his martial arts are extremely exquisite, and the dead people around him are also loyal to him. I admit that I underestimated the enemy and made an unforgivable mistake, which led to my failure. I think if it hadn't been for our identity to live under this blue sky at the same time, I would be willing to make friends with such a disabled but not disabled person!" Thief said.

As he spoke, he smelled a sound of horses' hoofs in the street outside the house, followed by the sound of a neatly trained army running together, and then the sound stopped, surprisingly consistent.

Murong Xun walked to the window and looked down at the street. I saw a tall white horse riding a man in a white brocade robe. The man's eyebrows were flying and his posture was straight. His handsome face made people dare not look directly. His proud momentum could not be ignored, and his fierce eyes were like the cold sword that had just opened.

"Surround here and don't let any suspicious people miss it, do you understand?" The man in white said loudly.

"Yes!" The soldier replied neatly and brightly.

"That's Zhao Ling, the king of Qin!" I don't know when Thief Li had stood behind Murong Xun. His eyes were locked on the man in white robe, and his whole body was full of dangerous and terrible murder.

"What do you want to do?" Murong Xun grabbed the thief's hand holding the sword and said in a cold voice.