HLnovel Chapter 115 The Pretty Boy Climbing Over the Wall
Chapter 115 The Pretty Boy Climbing Over the Wall
Murong Hui vomited out all his dinner. After he had vomited nothing more, he finally straightened his back, gasping for breath, with deep worry hidden in his eyes.
He didn't come here just to see Yue Ran.
At midnight today, there was an abnormal wave rising into the sky from the direction of Dingbei Palace, which suddenly woke him up from his sleep.
He had never sensed this kind of fluctuation before. All he could feel was endless coldness and intense resentment.
In his 19 years of life, he thought that witnessing the evil spirit was a rare experience for ordinary people.
The fluctuations he saw tonight were not demonic, but they made his heart beat like a drum. He had a sense of foreboding from the depths of his soul, as well as a deep disgust.
At the same time, a strong demonic aura appeared in the direction of Feng's residence in Lihua Lane, with a water-blue mist lingering around.
In the night sky of the capital of Da Chu with a population of hundreds of thousands, he was the only one who could see these two unusual auras.
The aura above the Dingbei Palace was as black and thick as ink, rushing straight into the sky, causing him to feel instinctive disgust and rejection.
This was not the first time he had seen the evil aura in Lihua Lane. He thought that it was most likely Feng Xiaolou's mother who rarely went out.
Without any hesitation, he immediately took Rada to the Dingbei Palace.
The closer we got to the Dingbei Palace, the more strange and foul the air became.
Murong Hui naturally discovered that Lada could not smell this smell.
He kept searching around the periphery of the Dingbei Palace until he found the wall in front of him and was sure that this was where the stench was the worst.
Just as he was about to climb over the wall, he heard Yue Ran's sharp shout coming through the wall, clear and firm.
Across the high wall, every order from Yue Ran was carried out in an orderly manner.
As the sound of kerosene exploding was heard, the strong stench struggled for a while and then faded away in the air.
Murong Hui stood outside the wall with his hands behind his back, listening to the voice of the girl inside the wall. A smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his lips, and there was a little more warmth in his eyes.
He once thought that as long as he didn't provoke her, the greatest hardship in her life would come from the villains in this world.
However, she didn't expect that the weirdness around her was far beyond her imagination, and even full of dangers.
What was even more unexpected was that she could handle it very well on her own.
Rada stared at Murong Hui in confusion and blinked a few times. Then he saw Murong Hui take a long breath, and then his face turned pale. He held on to the wall and began to vomit.
Oh, what is this?
He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run, and he had seen many ways young men pursue their beloved girls.
But for someone like his prince, he really had no idea what path he was taking.
"Your Highness, what are you going to do? How about we just go and knock on the door?"
Murong Hui pinched his nose and waved his hands weakly:
"It looks like everything is fine at Dingbei Palace. Let's go."
The two turned around and were about to step into the dark alley when a tall and familiar figure quietly appeared in the shadow of the high walls of the palace.
Yue Ran stood there quietly, the moonlight outlining her beautiful figure, her black and white eyes flashing with a hint of vigilance and a hint of amusement.
"The eleventh prince visited the outer wall of my palace at night. I wonder what his purpose is?"
When the secret guard reported the unusual movement outside the wall to her just now, he was a little angry:
"I don't know what's wrong with the eleventh prince of Beiliang. He ran to the corner outside the palace in the middle of the night and vomited!"
Yue Ran was surprised for a moment when she heard this, then, remembering Murong Hui's secretive true identity, she decided to come and meet him in person.
After violent vomiting, Murong Hui, still dressed in black, looked a little haggard, but even in this state, his innate handsomeness could not be concealed.
Murong Hui looked at Yue Ran intently, a bitter smile forming on his light pink lips:
"I'm sorry, I don't want to vomit here, it's just that strange power in the palace makes me feel extremely uncomfortable."
There was a hint of concern in his dark eyes:
"You...are all safe?"
Under the moonlight of a winter night, Murong Hui's eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, blended with a touch of imperceptible tenderness.
Yue Ran avoided his gaze, lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then spoke decisively:
"Eleventh Prince, please follow me."
In the Song family mourning hall, Song Yannian's remains had already been picked up and carried away.
Song Yanran also helped Zhang downstairs to rest.
Yue Ziyu stood alone in the mourning hall, looking at the coffin with the lid wide open in silence.
Outside the mourning hall, Song's body had now been completely burned to ashes.
The palace guards formed a circle, holding torches to prevent anyone from approaching Song's ashes.
Yue Ran led Murong Hui to Song's ashes.
She looked up at Murong Hui's reaction. Sure enough, the latter pinched his nose again, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a long time, and finally spoke with a pale face:
"It's really...it really stinks."
Yue Ran narrowed her eyes slightly and asked tentatively:
"Have you ever encountered the same smell before, Your Highness?"
Murong Hui glanced at Yue Ran in silence:
“It’s something I’ve never seen before.”
"But I don't feel any danger anymore. The source of the stench must be dead."
He looked towards the direction of Lihua Lane and leaned over to whisper in Yue Ran's ear:
"When something strange happened in the palace, there were also strange movements of evil spirits in Feng's residence in Lihua Lane."
Yue Ran raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded gently.
The night wind blew, and the hair on their temples became tangled together, then separated in an instant.
"Who are you?"
The young man's alert voice sounded not far away.
Murong Hui stood up and turned to look behind him.
He saw a young man about the same height as Yue Ran staring at him with some hostility. His eyes were very similar to Yue Ran's, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, revealing his natural stubbornness.
Yue Ran coughed lightly:
"Yue Ziyu, this is the eleventh prince of Beiliang, you must not be rude."
The vigilance in Yue Ziyu's eyes became even more serious.
A hostage from an enemy country, why did he come to see Yue Ran in the middle of the night?
A man who looks too good might just be a liar!
Murong Hui showed an elegant and decent smile and nodded slightly:
"Murong Hui has met the Second Young Master."
Yue Ziyu took a few steps forward and stood in front of Yue Ran, separating himself from Murong Hui with his bulging belly.
"Eleventh Prince, it's getting really late. Why don't you come back tomorrow if you have something to do?"
Murong Hui stepped back a few steps and bowed to the brother and sister.
"Second Master is right. I will take my leave now."
Afterwards, Yue Ziyu watched Murong Hui and Rada swaggering out from the palace wall.
He turned his head in astonishment, pointed in the direction where Murong Hui disappeared and looked at Yue Ran:
"Is he crazy? He won't go through the main door but has to climb over the wall. Also, pretty boys can't be trusted! What's more, he's a hostage from an enemy country. Aren't you tired of being at a disadvantage?"
Yue Ran rolled her eyes:
"Don't worry, nothing will happen!"
The Divine Gate thousands of miles away.
Duan Qingkong looked unhappy:
"There is no movement in the sect's demonic instruments. Master, are you mistaken?"
Qin Qianqiu, the leader of the Shenzun Sect, had loose silver hair and purple light flashed in his narrow eyes from time to time.
He looked at the delicate little girl beside him with a kind look on his face.
"I trust Si Ning's intuition more."
Yue Si Ning sat obediently, looking out the window towards the direction of the capital of Da Chu with a dull look in her eyes, and kept repeating a few words in a low voice:
"Black, stinky, black, stinky..."
Duan Qingkong glanced at Yue Si Ning impatiently and snorted coldly.
A useless person who can't communicate with others has ruined Lu Qingyue's half-life reputation, but the head master still treats her like a treasure!