Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Murong Hua's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he said coldly: "Does the imperial doctor know what to say?"

When the old doctor heard this, he trembled slightly and said quickly: "Don't worry, young prince, I will definitely keep the secret and will never say anything casually!"

Now, the entire palace has been controlled by King Annan, and even the imperial edict has been drafted, waiting for His Majesty's seal.

Now, if word spread that King Anan fainted, the consequences would be disastrous.

Murong Hua raised the corners of her lips slightly and said softly: "Really?"

He paused for a long time, then suddenly smiled coldly, "It's just that I believe... the dead are more secretive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hidden weapon flew out of his hand. The old doctor fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and lost his breath.

He clenched his fists and unclenched them again.

"Someone, take care of it."

I saw a gust of wind blowing, and a black shadow appeared in the house. After a while, the black shadow and the body disappeared.

There was nothing but a pool of blood on the ground.

Murong Hua took out a white porcelain bottle from his chest, pulled out the cork with his slender fingers, and tapped the blood on the ground a few times. Hearing a few "hissing" sounds, the blood on the ground evaporated instantly.

Looking at the smooth ground that had returned to its original state, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a look of ferocity on his face that was different from his age.

King Annan cannot fall, at least not now!

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By the way, after Lu Yuan and Gu Panxia left the alley, they went straight to the Lu Mansion.

Looking at the dense crowd of guards outside the wall, the two looked at each other without much expression.

Even the imperial palace is under control and the Lu Mansion is surrounded, so what's the surprise?

Gu Panxia raised his eyebrows, "What on earth is this general of the country doing?"

Lu Yuan rubbed her head and chuckled, "General Zhenguo does this, of course he has his reasons."

King Annan must be in a great mood for taking control of the palace so easily.

This person is in a good mood and his vigilance is naturally lowered.

Gu Panxia raised her eyebrows, "Are we going to do it tonight?"

Lu Yuan nodded slightly, "Yeah!"

After the two of them finished speaking, they were about to turn around and leave when they saw a group of troops surrounding them.

The visitor was none other than Murong Xiang, the second son of King Annan.

"Young Master Lu, long time no see!"

Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Your Majesty, you have to lead troops on patrol at noon. It's really hard!"

Murong Xiang raised his chin and said condescendingly: "Lu Yuan, stop talking nonsense. I'll see how you can be so arrogant today!"

Lu Yuan looked at the troops surrounding them and couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.

That's... the army of ghost swords!

What the hell is going on? Could it be that something happened to Ghost Sword?

The person who informed him last night...

Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Tell me, where did you take General Zhenguo?"

Something must have happened to Ghost Sword, otherwise, how could his army be controlled by Murong Xiang?

"General Zhenguo?" Murong Xiang suddenly burst into laughter. When he was almost done laughing, he said: "That old guy is just afraid of staying in the sky prison now. Ah, that's right! Not only General Zhenguo, but also Young Master Lu Your master, the national master of our Zhou Dynasty, is also inside now."

Seeing that Lu Yuan's expression was almost turning purple, Gu Panxia couldn't help but be shocked.

Lu Yuan asked coldly: "When did they enter the prison?"

"Hmph!" Murong Xiang snorted coldly, "Since the Great Zhou Dynasty is about to change its dynasty, I will tell you that they have already been imprisoned before you even arrived in the capital."

Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold and he said with a dangerous tone: "So... the letter you gave me yesterday was forged by you?"