Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 137 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (44)

"Is this true? If I go back, will he let me come back?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips, seeming a little conflicted.

[After the host returns and fills up the strategist's crazy index, he can escape directly and we will go directly to the next plane.]

"Yeah, I get angry when I mention this, Xiao Ye, has your main system been repaired? I won't be sucked into such a weird plot in the next world, right?" Tang Cuo curled his lips unconsciously.

[No, no, the main system plane plot has been repaired, please feel free to travel through it.]

"Okay, then I'll trust you again." Tang Cuo raised his eyes and looked at Murong Yuan who was staring at him, with a bit of worry in his tone, "A Yuan, if you want to go to Rong Dynasty, take me with you, I'm very familiar with that place..."

"No." Before he could finish his words, Murong Yuan interrupted him and said, "Your Highness, it's not that A Yuan doesn't want to take Your Highness with him. This move will put Your Highness in danger. You must not make any mistakes."

There was a firmness in his tone and his eyes were much firmer than before.

It seems that it is impossible to negotiate with him.

I can only think of another way.

Thinking of this, Tangcuo nodded pretendingly, "Well, since A Yuan said so, I won't go."

Hearing him give in, Murong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, "By the way, I remember that Your Highness liked peach trees when he was young. I planted a peach forest for you in the back garden. Your Highness can wander around when you are bored." Murong Yuan raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkled hem of Tang Cuo's clothes.

"Not today, I'm a little tired. Let's do it tomorrow. When Yuan is free tomorrow, you can go for a walk with me."

"Of course, as long as Your Highness wants." Murong Yuan stared at his face and continued, "A Yuan will light the calming incense for Your Highness. Your Highness, have a good rest."

After saying that, Murong Yuan turned and walked to the side, opened the small cabinet in the compartment, picked out a piece of calming incense, and put it into the incense burner.

Then he picked up a handful of fine white ash from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the calming incense.

Murong Yuan took out a fire starter, lit the calming incense, and placed it next to the pillow at the head of Tang Cuo's bed.

The incense burner exuded a fragrance that made Tangcuo inexplicably sleepy.

"Your Highness, please have a good rest. I will go and take care of the remaining government affairs." Murong Yuan turned around, glanced at the incense burner beside the bed, and then walked out of the bedroom in a few steps.

In just half an incense stick of time, Tang Cuo was overwhelmed by sleepiness and yawned unconsciously.

After a while, Tangcuo fell into a deep sleep.

With a creaking sound, the door of the bedroom was opened again. Murong Yuan approached the couch cautiously, extinguished the calming incense, and placed it aside.

Looking at Tang Cuo's familiar sleeping face, Murong Yuan inexplicably felt at peace. He raised his hand and unbuttoned Tang Cuo's clothes, exposing the white skin on his chest.

Looking at the scar left on Tang Cuo's collarbone, Murong Yuan's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and one hand tightly grasped the edge of the couch.

Murong Yuan raised his other hand and carefully touched Tang Cuo's scar. The bloodiness in his eyes became stronger. He opened the white porcelain bottle and gently applied the liquid in the bottle to Tang Cuo's scar.

Treat it like a treasure, afraid of hurting it in the slightest.

After applying the medicine, Murong Yuan carefully tidied Tang Cuo's clothes and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles. Then he lowered his head slightly and rested his forehead on Tang Cuo's palm. His eyes were scarlet and his tone was a little aggrieved: "Your Highness, I want to kill someone..."

Feeling Tang Cuo's even breathing, Murong Yuan rubbed his palm gently, then silently stood up, put the ointment into his sleeve, and left the bedroom.

At the same time, a strong sense of oppression permeated the Rong'an Palace.

This inexplicable pressure caused everyone in the palace to act cautiously.

Mu Hanqing sat on the rattan chair in the study, tapping the table from time to time with his fingers, "Rongcuo, any news?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, according to the information sent back by the spies we sent out, the Left Prime Minister has been in contact with the Li Bei Dynasty recently, but it is not a conspiracy, but a discussion to stop the war.

As for Young Master Tang, he should also be part of their deal..."

"How did King Li respond to the conditions we put forward?"

"Murong Yuan said that he could come to our Rong Dynasty to sign the agreement. As for the person you asked him to help find, it is so far away from the Northern Dynasty. I'm sorry, he... can't do anything..."

"Powerless? He kidnapped my people, and now he tells me there's nothing I can do?" Mu Hanqing raised his hand and slammed the table hard.

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

"Don't we have secret agents in Libei Dynasty? Ask them to keep an eye on the movements of the palace. I don't believe that such a grown man could be hidden by them without anyone noticing.

Besides, Murong Yuan has always been eccentric. If Tang Cuo is really in his hands, he will definitely not hide his tracks."

"Yes, I will carry out your orders. You asked me to investigate the connection between the Northern Dynasty and the Puyang Dynasty. I have also found some clues.

Prince Li Murong Yuan was a hostage in the Puyang Dynasty for a period of time when he was young, and later became the prince’s companion, that is, Mr. Tang’s companion...” Rongcuo raised his eyes and carefully observed Mu Hanqing’s expression.

As expected, Mu Hanqing's face darkened as soon as these words came out. "Oh, the prince's study companion? Or a childhood playmate? Such a friendship is truly enviable."

"Your Majesty, if Young Master Tang is really with Murong Yuan, how can we bring him back?"

"In a few days, when Murong Yuan comes to our dynasty for negotiations, send a few people to sneak into the palace. If we can't find him, arrest Murong Yuan and use him to exchange for Tang Cuo." Mu Hanqing said in a cold tone.

"This...if His Majesty blames us, we..."

"Then let him blame it."

Time passed silently. Over the past few days, Tang Cuo always felt that he was unusually sleepy and felt sleepy early in the morning. He even began to wonder if it was due to his physical weakness.

"Your Highness, please accompany me to the morning court today." Murong Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at him.

"A Yuan, I am a foreigner. If I go with you, will it cause dissatisfaction among the ministers?" Tang Cuo had a hint of worry in his eyes.

"No, A Yuan will kill anyone who dares to be dissatisfied." Murong Yuan's eyes were dark.

Uh……

You are so direct.

Since he said so, it would be a bit of an insult to him if he didn't go. Thinking of this, Tang Cuo stood up, straightened his clothes, and got off the couch, "Okay then."

Hearing his words, Murong Yuan inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, then took Tang Cuo's wrist and walked towards the front hall together.

In the main hall, civil officials and military generals stood on both sides, seemingly waiting for the arrival of their Majesty.

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Tang Cuo got goosebumps for no reason. He whispered to Murong Yuan, "A Yuan, how about I stand over here?"