Chapter 004 Dianjiang Lips, Night Flowing Colors in the Deep of the Chapter (4).

Waiting for chaos to break out in the world...

When the victorious Qin King cheered for the invincibility of his army and the unstoppable conquests, and when the mighty Qin Empire took pride in its strength day after day, this slender and elegant young man, however, denounced Chang'an as the most filthy place.

She slowly leaned against Murong Chong's side, with a slightly perplexed smile: "Chong Ge, can killing Lin Jingde really help you?"

Any man who has such thoughts must be very terrifying, right?

She is unwilling to be a slave or a servant.

Murong Chong was also laughing, his eyes reflecting the faint moonlight, shining with a clear and bright luster: "Yes. I believe that Lin Jingde's death can stir up another storm for the Fu clan. Let's wait patiently!"

When it comes to handling matters in Biluo, I have always been very reassured. A smile deepened on Murong Chong's handsome face, and the white sleeves of his robe slowly gathered around the ivory qinzhen, his gaze incredibly gentle.

At the age of fifteen, the young man was wearing a snow-white fur-lined plain fox fur coat, with eyes like bright pearls. Standing quietly, he looked as if he were a beautifully carved jade, handsome and unreal.

Murong Chong sighed, chuckled lightly, elegantly plucked the strings of his qin, and a burst of shattered and chaotic buzzing sound, like...

So, time and time again, she escaped from her master, but finally couldn't stand the feeling of starving madness. She snatched a dried bun from a beggar's hand, got beaten and fell into a roadside ditch, rolled in mud, still dripping blood, glaring at the person who hit her with a pair of shiny eyes, like dusty pearls, striving to shine with the kind of stubborn and unyielding light that belonged to her.

Just like the day when the Yan capital Ye City was captured by the Qin army, the autumn wind carried the mournful sobbing...

Listening to Murong Chong's praise, she blushed and turned her head, casually plucking the strings of the qin, listening to the chaotic buzzing of the qin in the garden, as if sprinkled with a garden of tangled thoughts when she had just put down the matter of the Shijiang Pearl.

And his eight-year-old follower, who had suffered enough and hit enough walls in Chang'an, also agreed without hesitation and firmly believed that Chang'an of Great Qin was the dirtiest place in the world.

It seems as if he is forever the noble young prince who, thirteen years ago, received endless pampering from his mother and elder brother, the Emperor, as the Prince of Zhongshan of the Great Yan Empire.

That year, Yun Biluo was eight years old. I don't know if it was the eleventh or twelfth time that she escaped from her master and wandered the streets.

At that moment, Biluo saw Murong Chong.

The filthy place referred to by Murong Chong is Chang'an, the capital of Daqin.

In the clear eyes, there is a faint sparkle, while a smile passes over the lips, and the dimples are deeply charming. She gently held Murong Chong's hand and said, "I'll accompany you, accompany you to wait for... the chaos of the world!"

The wet nurse said that she should not be a slave, nor should she be a servant.

Let's go together and leave this filthy place," said Murong Chong, dressed in a pure white fur coat, with a slight smile on his face as he reached out his hand to Biluo, who was covered in mud.

However, the young man before us, with an elegant and serene expression, noble and composed demeanor, is clearly telling the world that all disasters and tears of blood will have nothing to do with him.

Without hesitation, Biluo handed her hand over to Murong Chong, jumped onto his horse, and with her dirty little hands, left several black handprints on Murong Chong's white clothes in a fluster, soaking his lapel with tears.

Just like ten years ago, Murong Chong lifted her up from the mud and accompanied her gently.

What are you waiting for?

As the world falls into chaos...