Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

Prince's Mansion.

Rong Yuan looked at Ling Yi who was kneeling in front of him, his expression cold and indifferent to all living beings. This was Rong Yuan's true self.

Usually just to better integrate into the world, I put on a gentle surface.

"Ling Yi, what do you have to say?" Rong Yuan said coldly.

"Ling Yi knows his mistake and will die to apologize. I hope the master can let Miss Song go!" After Ling Yi said this, he immediately committed suicide and died so quickly that Ling Er who was standing by him had no time to stop him.

"Master?" Ling Er asked hesitantly.

"Do you still want to teach you how to do it?" Rong Yuan glanced at him and immediately woke up Ling Er.

Then Ling Yi's body was immediately taken away.

Ling Er buried Ling Yi's body in an inconspicuous place on the outskirts of Beijing.

At this point, the heroine of the original plot lost her initial support.

The butterfly flutters its wings, setting off a hurricane, and the gears of fate turn.

Without Ling Yi's help, how could a girl from a boudoir escape the persecution of her aunt and make achievements in this patriarchal society?

If it was really possible, Rong Yuan wouldn't stop it.

The world doesn’t need a heroine or a script.

Here, the third prince was frustrated and had no time to go to the White Crane Temple outside the city. Song Qingyu was also rejected by the emperor because of the prime minister's petition to invite the third prince to be the prince. She was trapped at home with her tail between her legs, and she had no intention of going to the White Crane Temple outside the city. Find a way.

Therefore, the female protagonist has no way to meet the male protagonist.

The weather is getting a little cooler.

In the following days, Rong Yuan rested at home.

During this period of time in the court, there was a great change of blood. Ministers were killed, demoted, and exiled. Many official positions were vacated, and they were all taken over by the prince's influence overtly or covertly.

The other princes were filled with hatred, but they didn't have the slightest idea.

Even the fifth and sixth princes were stripped of their power because they ordered someone to assassinate the prince, and were imprisoned in the prince's mansion without any edict.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the court, and the trees and grass were filled with soldiers.

Before the fifth prince was placed under house arrest, he gave the last order to the secret agent in the third prince's mansion.

"We will do whatever it takes to intensify the conflict between the crown prince and the third prince. If necessary, we can use special means!"

As this order came out, the hidden thread in the Third Prince's Mansion started to move.

Father, you are so partial. It was obvious that the third brother was also involved in the assassination, so why did you only punish me and the sixth brother!

This is unfair, why, now even the third brother has become your son?

I want them both to suffer losses!

Only in this way can I live up to your teachings over the years!

"Aha, hahaha, hahahaha!" The fifth prince laughed wildly, and his crazy look shocked the imperial troops who came.

The fifth prince watched the door of his mansion slowly close with gloomy eyes.

Even the Forbidden Army did not expect that the fifth prince, who was usually wandering and unlearned, would have such a side.

When Rong Yuan went to court again, he saw many new faces.

When he saw that the two figures were missing from the court, his eyes did not waver.

But when he saw the third prince, his eyes fluctuated.

Gu worm?

It seems that my fifth brother is not a simple character.

Things are getting more interesting.

A trace of interest flashed in Rong Yuan's dark eyes.

The third prince has not been sleeping well recently, and his temper has become extremely irritable. He gets angry easily, which makes him unable to wear his gentle and jade-like mask.

As soon as the third prince saw Rong Yuan, he couldn't suppress the evil fire in his heart, and his anger kept rising.

In the past, I could still suppress Rong Yuan when I didn't see him, but now that I saw him in person, it was even more remarkable.

His eyes were filled with anger, and he was about to lose control.

Rong Yuan frowned and looked at the Gu insect that was moving there, letting out a hint of coercion. The Gu insect lay down quietly in an instant.

At this time, the third prince suddenly woke up.

His mind, which had been hazy these days, finally became extremely clear at this moment, and then he seemed to realize something, and Jun's face became dark.

After Rong Yuan went to court and practiced calligraphy for a while, he heard his subordinates coming to report.

The third prince imprisoned a favorite concubine in the palace for interrogation.

Rong Yuan put down his brush and continued: "Where are the fifth and sixth princes?"

"Back to my master, the fifth prince is a little crazy on the surface, but in fact he is secretly cultivating forces that are contacting him, which has not yet been discovered. The sixth prince is still trying to resist and wants to intercede with the emperor. The second prince is shrinking his strength and waiting for the opportunity. "

Rong Yuan wrote again: "How should I put it? This sixth brother Gu is really as wise as a fool."

"Where is the fourth prince?"

"Go back to Master, everything is normal."

"Go down."

"Yes."

Time passed by these strokes, and the whole study was filled with the fragrance of ink, and the black writing on the white paper contained a unique character.

The rose in front of the case is still as bright as ever, as if it had just been picked from a branch.

Chengyang Houfu.

Mr. Su Xiaohou is practicing his sword, drawing, belting, lifting, stabbing and striking, every move is as graceful as a startling giant, graceful as a swimming dragon.

The speed is dizzying, the sword is fierce and domineering, hard yet soft, and one sword stirs up thousands of feet of wind.

The terrifying aura makes people afraid to get close.

"Zheng-"

Su Hongfei put the sword back into its scabbard, picked up the water next to it and took a sip.

Mr. Su Xiaohou was shining in the sun, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the broken hair on the side of his face was wet.

Sexy mess.

Fortunately, Mr. Su Xiaohou kept people away when he was practicing his sword, otherwise Mr. Su Xiaohou would probably attract the hearts of many girls.

"Master, I'm looking for you." The young man stepped forward at the right time and said.

Su Hongfei put away his sword and followed the boy to the study.

Then the boy withdrew and closed the study door.

Su Hongfei looked at his father, who had his back turned to him. He was tall, but there were some white hairs on the temples, which were mixed in with the black hair, which looked so obvious.

Su Hongfei was dazed when he suddenly heard his father's somewhat heavy voice.

"Hongfei, when you grow up, it's time to go to the battlefield." His father's voice was still the same as in Su Hongfei's memory, but it was no longer the same. After a slight pause, he said, "The barbarians on the border are ready to move. They have never given up after so many years. This time I’m afraid that the person who comes is not good..."

"Father, when will we set off?" Su Hongfei said calmly.

"Three days later." Chengyang Hou replied.

"Okay!" Su Hongfei replied briefly.

On the third day, Su Hongfei knocked on the door of the Prince's Mansion.

He was immediately greeted by a servant.

The weather was slightly cool that day, and it was the season of late autumn. The setting sun in the sky was still lingering on the clouds, dyeing them with a layer of warm sunshine, which reflected on people's faces, showing a different kind of gentleness.

"Master Su Xiaohou, are you going to the border?" Rong Yuan asked, looking at Master Su Xiaohou who was dressed in military uniform.

The hair that used to be slightly scattered is now neatly tied into the crown, revealing clear and complete facial features, which are even sharper and more attractive.

Like an unsheathed sword, it can no longer conceal its edge.

"Yes, Your Highness, I came here to say farewell to His Highness." Su Hongfei saluted.

"Then I wish Mr. Su Xiaohou a triumphant return." Rong Yuan said calmly.

Su Hongfei raised his head and ran into Rong Yuan's cold eyes, but found a trace of imperceptible gentleness.

"I will never let down His Highness's trust!" Su Hongfei couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

This may be the best result.