Chapter 250 His Conditions

After listening to Chu Moyan's words, Murong Xun couldn't help but be shocked. He looked at Chu Moyan and asked, "So, what conditions do you need?"

Chu Moyan looked at the smile on the corners of Murong Xun's mouth, turned his eyes to Zhao Ling and said, "I believe that the king of Qin has known Mo Yan's idea. As for his reluctance, it's another matter!"

"What are the conditions?" Murong Xun's heart moved and continued to ask.

"Enough!" Zhao Ling suddenly slapped his chopsticks on the table. There was unconcealable anxiety and struggle in his eyes, and finally turned it all into firmness. "As the second prince said, since my Daxiang is so strong, how can the second prince know that Daxiang must not be able to keep it!" After all, no one can predict what will happen in the future!" After saying that, he got up and had no usual demeanor at all. He pulled Murong Xun's wrist and walked out.

Chu Moyan looked at the back of the two people leaving, with cold eyes, but the corners of his mouth raised and smiled gently, "Really? Don't wait and see, what can you, King of Qin, do!"

"Second Prince!" A maid of honor hurried over and said to Chu Moyan, "Second Prince, Your Majesty is awake!"

The smile on Chu Moyan's face disappeared. He frowned and said faintly, "I know!"

The maid of honor said again, "The queen is taking care of your majesty. Your majesty wants the second prince!"

"Zhao Qi!" Chu Moyan's mouth was upturned, "If you dare to make trouble for me, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Murong Xun was pulled back to the post station by Zhao Ling all the way. Along the way, Murong Xun just observed Zhao Ling's face and did not say anything. As soon as he got to the room, Zhao Ling entered the room with a calm face, closed the door heavily, and blocked Yingge with a puzzled face all the way.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Ling crushed Murong Xun over the door, and his lips were bullied down. He gently bit Murong Xun's lips and knocked open her teeth with his tongue.

The tip of her tongue swept around in Murong Xun's mouth, attacking the city and absorbing the saliva and liquid in her lips, but Zhao Ling's eyes were always open, looking at Murong Xun's appearance.

Murong Xun first retreated a few times and did not push Zhao Ling away. He was a little emotionally kissed by him, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to respond. After getting Murong Xun's response, Zhao Ling was obviously more excited, and his hand around her waist was harder, as if to rub her into her body.

The two exchanged saliva with each other and kissed affectionately.

Zhao Ling's eyes gradually turned red. One hand leaned into the front of Murong's skirt and wrapped the pair of white rabbits in the palm of his hand. The soft touch made Zhao Ling in a trance for a while. Although it was not that he had never seen her naked, she trembling in his hand at this moment. It makes him emotional.

Murong Xun snorted, which greatly encouraged Zhao Ling. His hands rubbed and rubbed her snow white harder, and his mouth was almost nibbling.

It was not until he felt the coolness in his chest that Murong Xun came to his senses. His clothes had been half faded to his shoulders by Zhao Ling. His head was buried in the position of his collarbone and sucked thinly, leaving a red mark.

Murong Xun hugged Zhao Ling's head, "Zhao Ling, don't..." The voice was out, and Murong Xun himself was shocked. It was so soft to the bone. Is this the sound he made?

Zhao Ling's lips moved to Murong Xun's jade and peak. Suddenly, his body paused, moved his lips away from Murong Xun's chest, raised his body, and hugged Murong Xun tightly.

Murong Xun buried his head in Zhao Ling's chest and gasped. His body was so hot that he reached out to hug Zhao Ling and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, Zhao Ling?"

Zhao Ling put his chin on Murong Xun's shoulder socket, and he was also panting. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Xun'er..."

Murong Xun was silent for a moment, "What makes you so out of control? Is it related to the conditions put forward by Chu Moyan?

Zhao Ling was silent for a while before he said with difficulty, "You still noticed it!"

Murong Xun said again, "What are the conditions?"

Zhao Ling pondered for a moment and then said, "That day, Yu Cang came to talk to me about the conditions for borrowing soldiers. There is only one..."

Before he finished his words, Murong Xun immediately said, "Is it me?"

Zhao Ling didn't say anything, which was a default.

Murong Xun smiled in a low voice, "No wonder you left Yu Cang behind when you were assassinated today..." After a pause, Murong Xun said again, "Zhao Ling, at least one moment you wavered, didn't you?" She spoke very slowly, and there was still a trace of smile.

Zhao Ling's body stiffened. He didn't know why he was a little panicked. He didn't reply, but just hugged Murong Xun tighter.

Murong Xun fell on Zhao Ling's chest, and the two hugged in the most intimate posture, but each other's body temperature did gradually cool down in their silence.

"Ged it, Zhao Ling!" After a long time, Murong Xun said, "If you agree to Chu Moyan's conditions, you can keep the safety of Daxiang's people and the eternal stability of Zhao's rivers and mountains!"

"And!" Murong Xun's tone became more and more brisk, and his tone became more and more cool. "Chu Moyan is now in power. He is now one of the last powerful men in the world. It's good for me to follow him, right? You don't have to be in danger often when I'm following you. Don't you think so yourself?

"Xun'er, don't say these nonsense to make me angry. I admit that I used to be a little shaken, but you are my life! There is no way to separate us after so many life and death separations. After so much experience, how can I push you into the arms of others with my own hands? Zhao Ling hugged Murong Xun and almost exhausted all his strength to rub her into his own bones and blood. "I can use my body, my flesh and blood, and my life to defend my land and the people, but I can't let my woman sacrifice for me. When I think that you will belong to someone else, my heart is like being put in an oil pan!"

"I can give up my life, but I absolutely can't give up you!" Zhao Ling's last words were very slow, word by word, engraved in Murong Xun's heart.

Murong Xun gradually pushed away Zhao Ling's arms, and his expression was a little cold. He looked at Zhao Ling as he tidied up his clothes and said, "Let's calm down for the time being!" He walked out.

Zhao Ling was anxious, quickly grabbed Murong Xun's arm and said, "Where are you going?"

Murong Xun said, "Royal Palace!"

Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment, looked at Murong Xun almost pleadingly, and said, "Don't go, don't go, Xun'er!"

Murong Xun looked at Zhao Ling quietly, then smiled coldly and said, "Zhao Ling, is this your trust in me?"

"Xun'er, you want to..." Zhao Ling said foolishly.

Murong Xun shook Zhao Ling's hand away, didn't say anything, and left without looking back.

Yingge, who had been guarding outside the door, saw that the two seemed to quarrel. She was very puzzled. Without asking much, she passed Zhao Ling and chased after Murong Xun.

On the carriage, Murong Xun looked at the way Yingge wanted to say something and stopped, and smiled faintly, "If you have anything to say, just say!"

Yingge said with calm eyes, "It's not easy for the young lady to meet the prince. Why did they quarrel?"

Murong Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Now this information should have spread to Chu Moyan's ears, right? I'd like to see what he really wants to do?"

Yingge asked again, "Are the young lady and the prince acting for outsiders?"

Murong Xun shook his head and said, "In fact, it's not complete. I'm a little angry, but it's not that serious. I already know what kind of person Zhao Ling is. It's just that at present, he has always been very calm, but his mood has been a little out of control recently. I hope he can calm down. I believe he will know that he can react!"

Daxiang Zijin Palace.

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the Zijin Palace seemed to be deserted. The lively song and dance passed, the people left, the tea was cold, and they returned to their own palace with their central affairs and sadness.