Chapter 008: The Courtyard Flower, Ten Years of Secrets, Ten Years of Lanterns (2).

So, the golden sunlight became even warmer and more pleasant.

Could it be that Fu Hui has arrived?

Murong Chong smiled faintly, and the brilliance in his eyes suddenly became as clear and pure as a child's.

Are you from the capital? Biluo heard Murong Chong ask so gently and calmly, but he held her hand tightly.

"Fu Jian's son, how could I not recognize him?" Murong Chong has regained his composure and finally had a son, then slowly said, "I stayed in the Qin Palace for three years... three years..."

The Bi Luo suddenly became tense.

Murong Chong's black hair is very soft, like silk, when it hangs down. It lightly brushes against the blue sky, making her heart also become soft.

After a moment, she held Muren Chong's hand and said, "Chong Ge... If you really dislike this person, I will find a way to get close to him... and kill him!"

Chong Ge! Bi Luo couldn't help but frown and asked, "Do you know Fu Hui? Is he very powerful?"

Bei Di Chang Shi Murong Hong, zheng shi Murong Chong de si ge, ming li an li, er ren yi zhi you zhe lian xi, dan Yong Zhou fang cai chu shi, Murong Hong ben gai lue lue bi xian cai dui, ci shi pai le ren lai, bi ding you yao shi shang yi le.

"No need! Fu Hui is not that easy to deal with... Besides, we are not only dealing with him." Murong Chong seemed a bit tired. He pulled Biluo to his chest, closed his eyes, and felt the warm and soft body of the woman in his arms. He gently said, "During the three years in the Qin Palace, the Princess has always told me that we will seek revenge, we will definitely... And in these ten years, with you by my side, you have also encouraged me. Fortunately... we still have you all..."

She has no grudge against Emperor Qin Fu Jian, let alone this person Fu Hui whom she has never met before. But whoever is an enemy of Murong Chong must be her enemy as well. And whatever Murong Chong desires, she desires as well.

No, the person is sent by the Chief Historian of the Northern Region, with the surname Gao.

Biluo rarely saw Murong Chong lose his composure like this. Even if he had countless painful experiences and the deepest suppressed emotions, he would only lightly and mockingly laugh, using that laughter to conceal all his sadness and resentment.

The Bi Luo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, saying, "Chong Ge, I'll have someone make tea."

Even that wish, under the increasingly powerful rule of the Qin King Fu Jian, becomes paler and more powerless day by day.

"Brother Chong, I will always be with you." Biluo said gently, her dark green hair entwined with Murong Chong's black hair, both as smooth as silk.

While pondering on one side, Biluo ordered the maid to attend, and she herself worried silently about Murong Chong's persistent melancholy.

Slowly walked to the front yard of the prefect's mansion, only to see the whole garden already filled with the solemn and murderous colors of autumn. The red maple leaves were like blood, the autumn chrysanthemums were cold and bleak, and the silver osmanthus fell one after another. My heart was even more melancholy. So I walked to a secluded place, tied up my long hair, and started dancing with a sword, hoping to dispel some of the sadness. Later, I will see Murong Chong again, hoping to make him happy and laugh.

She has always been working hard, studying literature, practicing martial arts, and even researching military tactics that were supposed to have nothing to do with women, just to be able to accompany Murong Chong and help him achieve his wishes.

Master, there is a visitor seeking an audience!

Chief Historian of the Northern Region ?

Suddenly, a guard came to report, interrupting the tranquility under the sunshine.

Although his expression was calm, Bi Luo caught a glimpse of it. His nails were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, as if he had grasped Bi Luo's heart, making her unable to breathe for half a day.