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C43 I am murong li

Li Cangmin led Murong Ling and quietly followed behind the black-clothed man. Murong Ling gradually furrowed her brows, feeling that this route was a little familiar.

"This is Prince Zhao's Palace, don't tell me Princess Qin doesn't remember?"

suddenly realized that it was the Prince Zhao Palace. Could it be that they were so familiar with each other?

Her chin was suddenly lifted, and her white eyes carried a strange and ice-cold temperature, "Princess Qin, have you still not had any feelings for Prince Zhao?"

Murong Ling slapped his hand away in displeasure, "Prince Zhao is my enemy."

The cold loathing and disgust in her eyes was extremely obvious, and Li Cangmin found it even more difficult to understand her, "You are not Murong Ling."

Murong Ling had already expected that her actions would make people suspicious, but she was confident. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't refute the fact that she was Murong Ling.

Thus, she couldn't help but laugh, "No, you're wrong. I'm Murong Ling."

Regardless if it was her previous life or this life, Murong Ling had never changed.

The man's aura became colder and colder, but Murong Ling felt like she had made a comeback, maintaining her good mood all the way until she entered the Prince Zhao Palace.

The memories in his mind were unsealed bit by bit, and an unfamiliar feeling slowly spread from his heart. When he heard that familiar voice, it reached its peak.

"The operation failed?"

In the darkness, a gentle and refined male voice sounded, carrying a trace of undetectable anger. It was the famous Prince Zhao Li Fuchen.

"There are experts in the Prince Qin Palace, we can't even get in." The heavily injured man in black coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his voice turned weak, "Those who went in first released a rescue bomb, I'm afraid the situation isn't good. I think all of our troops have been annihilated by now."

"Trash!" "They're all a bunch of trash." Li Fuchen swept his eyes across the flower pavilion's cups. "You bunch of experts, actually still can't kill this idiot and sloppy woman. What's the use of raising you all."

"Heh, Prince Zhao, you are just a dog to Master, what right do you have to scold us brothers who are risking their lives?" The black clothed man's tone was extremely disdainful, "Don't forget, that scarecrow woman you speak of has not been married off to you for long. Now that she has married into the Prince Qin Palace and is going against Master, Master is extremely dissatisfied."

Li Fuchen became even angrier, "Scram!"

After a long while, when everyone in the flower pavilion had left, only then did Li Cangmin, who was hiding within the tree, wake up from his contemplation. After that, he discovered that something was wrong.

He lowered his head and saw a pair of teary eyes. Grief and resentment intertwined in his eyes.

Thinking back to the conversation just now, it could be seen that Murong Ling and the black clothed man were not from the same group. So now she was crying for the Prince Zhao? She still loves the Prince Zhao in her heart?

A nameless fire suddenly spread out, his entire body emitted a baleful aura, fiercely pinching her exquisite chin, his voice was like a cold pond, "Who are you crying for?"

Murong Ling was suddenly controlled by the original owner's emotions. She was annoyed and replied coldly, "It has nothing to do with you!"

"Heh, what a great 'thing' that has nothing to do with This Palace."

Li Cangmin laughed out of extreme anger. The frostiness in his eyes gradually expanded and the air around him suddenly became cold. Under Murong Ling's shocked and furious gaze, he bit her mouth.

Her cold, thin lips suddenly fell on her soft cheeks. They were warm and moist, and carried the gentle and sweet characteristic of a woman. She was like a blooming beauty flower at night, exuding a fragrance that could bewitch one's mind.

He gradually forgot the purpose of the punishment and, as if bewitched, pressed her head to deepen the kiss.

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