92: C92 Not Mute

C92 Not Mute

He walked closer step by step and saw Feng Qing, who was behind the young man.

Isn't this Feng Qing? Although it was quite dark, his appearance did not change. It was just the shadow of a night out in the open.

Why did Feng Qing follow behind this young man?

Mu Zhaoyang's thoughts floated from the south to the north. Other than Murong Yun, who else could be protected by Feng Qing?

Luo Jianjian?!

Mu Zhaoyang sized her up bit by bit from her hair to her feet.

Amongst the men, Luo Jianjian's figure was obviously not big enough.

Other than the heroic air she had drawn between her eyebrows, her appearance was Luo Jianjian's without a doubt!

It was actually her …

Mu Zhaoyang could not help but be astonished. Such a girl, why didn't he notice her before?

Although she was only a Shu, Luo Jianjian's performance and behavior were not in any way inferior to a direct daughter or even the demeanor of a princess!

If such a woman stood by his side to assist him, it would be a great thing for him.

"So it's Jianjian." Mu Zhaoyang's tone was kind, as if the two of them had a good relationship.

Mu Zhaoyang wasn't surprised to recognize her. Luo Jianjian frowned and said, "A dignified crown prince actually dares to make things difficult for an old, unarmed commoner. He really has a long face."

The audience looked at each other in dismay as they discussed among themselves: "His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"It's His Highness the Crown Prince?!"

"Greetings, His Highness the Crown Prince!"

The spectators were filled with regret. If they knew that it was the crown prince's carriage, they wouldn't have gathered here even if they were beaten to death.

Who was the Crown Prince? His reputation had never been very good! Although Eighth Prince was decisive in killing, he wouldn't let down his reputation.

The Crown Prince was different. Who didn't know that the Crown Prince was at loggerheads with Eighth Prince? Naturally, he hated the crown prince with respect towards Eighth Prince.

The Crown Prince loved the feeling of being worshipped. He leisurely waved his sleeves and said, "All of you, get up."

He moved closer to Luo Jianjian with great interest. "You look so beautiful today."

Luo Jianjian: "…"

"Are you sick?" Luo Jianjian bluntly said so even though she was thinking of it like that. Was it a joke?

Feng Qing was always ready. If not for Mu Zhaoyang's backing, would he believe that he could send Mu Zhaoyang flying with a kick?

Even if he didn't die from the kick, he would still die!

Even the princess wanted to get her hands on it?

No wonder his mistress had specifically warned him when he left. The wangfei was right, the crown prince was indeed ill!

Mu Zhaoyang, who was scolded, did not get angry.

How could Feng Qing endure this?

He stepped forward and pushed Mu Zhaoyang's hand away, "Crown Prince, please behave yourself."

Seeing Feng Qing, Mu Zhaoyang couldn't help but to think of how he suffered under Murong Yun's hands. He snorted coldly and said, "What kind of master is what kind of servant is what kind of servant is who doesn't know how to respect lower status!"

However, even though he said that, Mu Zhaoyang was very wise and did not dare to act rashly. He knew how powerful Feng Qing was.

Luo Jianjian looked at him mockingly. "Is the crown prince talking about himself?"

"I will take this person with me. If the Crown Prince disagrees, then do it." Luo Jianjian's tone was indifferent, and had the bearing of Murong Yun. Her calm and domineering king's aura was not something that a Prime Minister's Mansion lady could do.

The old man couldn't help but stare at Luo Jianjian's back for a long time. After a while, his mouth moved, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Mu Zhaoyang had noticed Luo Jianjian's cold attitude from the beginning.

The more Luo Jianjian acted this way, the more he wanted to see her smiling in front of him.

Mu Zhaoyang thought for a while and replied, "I can give you the person, but Jianjian …"

It was disgusting to hear him call his name!

Without turning back, Luo Jianjian yelled, "Don't shout my name!"

Mu Zhaoyang was disgraced and as he walked around in a circle, the surrounding crowd immediately ran away.

He then continued, "Alright, as you wish."

She had a completely doting look on her face.

The veins on Feng Qing's forehead stood out, he really wanted to attack!

"Shall we have a meal together?"

Eating? It's not bad enough yet, what's the point of eating?

"No need, thank you for your kind intentions, Crown Prince." He rejected it without a shred of nostalgia.

The Crown Prince frowned, "Aren't you curious why eighth brother left the capital and what happened to the Gu family?"

Could it be that the Crown Prince knew?

Luo Jianjian's heart sunk. She had a feeling that this matter wasn't simple, but hearing it from Mu Zhaoyang's mouth made her unable to calm down.

However, she still rejected him. "I'm afraid that the Crown Prince has overestimated me. I'm not interested in those things."

The more fervent her performance was, the more arrogant Mu Zhaoyang would be. It was better to pretend that he didn't care about anything at all.

This time, it was Mu Zhaoyang's turn to worry. How could he still make a move like this?

Was his words not obvious enough?

He was the crown prince! How many women wanted to get into his bed with a hook? Only Luo Jianjian didn't even want to look at him!

Damn it! This was his shame!

Feng Qing secretly cheered for his wangfei: "Good job, wangfei!"

The three of them swaggered away. Luo Jianjian saw that the old man's clothes were tattered and dirty, so she wanted to treat his wounds and change into a clean set of clothes.

Seeing such an old man being bullied, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Su Liancheng liked to join in the fun, so he left with Murong Yun. Luo Jianjian wasn't familiar with the capital, so she chatted with the old man for a while: "You …" Can I talk? "1

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You have wounds on your body, and you can't wear clothes. First, I'll take you to find a place to take a bath, change your clothes, and then treat your wounds, okay?"

The old man faintly nodded his head: "Many thanks." His voice was hoarse and low. It was impossible to tell how old he was.

Her face was covered by her messy hair, leaving no trace behind.

Luo Jianjian was instantly amused. "So you know how to talk!"

The old man's eyes flashed, and his voice became as soft as a mosquito: "Ok."

"Can you walk? Let's go to the infirmary. "

According to Feng Qing, Lin Zimo had a clinic nearby. Luo Jianjian didn't think much of it and prepared to go to Lin Zimo's place.

She and Lin Zimo were already in the past, and they got along quite well when they met before, so there was no need to hide.

When he arrived at the infirmary, Lin Zimo was studying the new prescription wholeheartedly. He was probably worrying about Murong Yun.

Luo Jianjian knocked on the table with her fingers. "Divine Doctor Lin?"

Lin Zimo's hands stopped moving. This voice, could it be... Jianjian?

He looked up, and just as he had expected, he saw the woman he was thinking about. However, she was not alone.

Behind her followed a disheveled man and Feng Qing.

Lin Zimo was afraid that his eyes would reveal his feelings, so he looked away in a hurry. He smiled and said, "Why would Fourth Miss come here?"

"Divine Doctor Lin, the wangfei wants to treat him."

The one who spoke was Feng Qing.

Lin Zimo's brown eyes turned towards the old man: "How did you do that?"

Luo Jianjian sat in front of a chair and said, "It's still that pervert Mu Zhaoyang."

Only Luo Jianjian dared to say that.

Lin Zimo's expression was a little dazed. It took him quite a while to regain his composure. He did not mind the dirty old man: "Come with me to the back hall."

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