The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

"I have already shown my sincerity!"

Murong Hao smiled gently, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of tea.

He waited patiently for Luo Hanyi's reply.

Luo Hanyi remained silent for a long time.

This condition is not excessive.

It could even be said that the benefits are very generous.

The Crown Prince not only did not poach anyone, but was also willing to protect the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

Where else can you find such a good deal?

"Your Highness, may I ask a question?"

Luo Hanyi raised her head and looked at Murong Hao.

"Why did you choose Wang Long to be Princess's personal bodyguard?"

Murong Hao remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Because I believe he is a genius and qualified to protect my sister."

He paused, his gaze deep.

"Madam Luo, you should know that although I am the Crown Prince, my position is not secure."

"My second brother Murong Ye and my third brother Murong Yu are both eyeing my position."

"It is impossible for me to take good care of Qing'er."

What the Crown Prince didn't mention was that there were many other agents planted around him from various forces, and there were very few people who could protect Murong Qing closely.

Wang Long is the most suitable choice.

Luo Hanyi looked at him, her feelings complicated.

Being able to establish a connection with the Crown Prince would be the best thing for the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

But for some reason, the thought of Wang Long protecting Murong Qing made her feel a pang of jealousy.

Luo Hanyi shook her head, feeling hopeless.

Why would she be jealous of that old man?

"Your Highness, I have no problem with it, but it still depends on Wang Long's decision."

"That's natural."

Murong Hao nodded and calmly sipped his tea.

He knew that Luo Hanyi had made many efforts to support the Marquis's mansion.

It's normal to be cautious.

"I respect any decision you make."

Murong Qing overheard the entire conversation between the two.

"Shall I have this old man be my personal bodyguard?"

Her little face was flushed, which was quite cute.

Qin Minglan felt a pang of jealousy when she saw Murong Qing like this.

"That wretched old man, when did he get involved with the princess?"

Murong Qing felt somewhat uncomfortable here; it was just too embarrassing.

She leaned close to Qin Minglan and whispered something.

"Miss Qin, it's so boring here. This princess would like to wander around the Marquis's residence. Could you lead the way?"

Qin Minglan raised her head haughtily, not wanting to pay any attention to this scoundrel who was trying to steal Wang Long from her!

Luo Hanyi spoke.

"Go and treat Her Highness the Princess well."

"I entrust my younger sister to your care."

Murong Hao said with a smile.

Qin Minglan reluctantly agreed and pulled Murong Qing out of the main hall.

"Your Highness, please come with me."

Murong Qing smiled and let Qin Minglan pull her along. The two walked one after the other through the screen wall and headed towards the backyard of the Marquis's mansion.

Murong Hao watched Murong Qing's retreating figure and shook his head helplessly.

His younger sister has been restless since she was a child.

I want to explore wherever I go.

However, it was also a good thing; after the two left, his conversation with Luo Hanyi became much easier.

Murong Hao withdrew his gaze, sat back down in his chair, and picked up his teacup.

"Mrs. Luo, shall we continue?"

He wanted to persuade Luo Hanyi to agree quickly.

Luo Hanyi nodded and gestured for them to proceed.

"Please speak, Your Highness."

In Wang Long's courtyard.

He stood in the courtyard, holding a three-foot sword, slowly wielding it.

His movements were slow, each sword stroke like a movement in water, carrying a strange rhythm.

He had grasped the second move of the Tai Xu Po Wang Sword Technique on the brink of life and death, but he was not yet proficient in it.

It requires repeated practice to achieve mastery.

Wang Long closed his eyes, the tip of his sword slowly slicing through the air without making a sound.

But if someone stands next to him, they can feel a sharp sword intent permeating the courtyard, sending chills down their spine.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.

Wang Long opened his eyes, sheathed his sword, and stood there, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by the voices of two girls.

"Your Highness, this is the backyard of our Marquis's residence. There's nothing to see here; it's just a bunch of dilapidated houses."

Qin Minglan's voice carried a hint of reluctance. She really couldn't understand why a princess would be so interested in the inner courtyard of the Marquis's mansion.

"A dilapidated house is more interesting. I'm already tired of those magnificent palaces in front of me."

Murong Qing's voice was clear and melodious, with a touch of playfulness.

"This princess loves to see places with a down-to-earth, everyday feel."

The two walked to the courtyard gate, one after the other.

Just as Qin Minglan was about to push open the door, Murong Qing suddenly grabbed her sleeve.

"etc."

Murong Qing raised a finger and put it to her lips, making a "shush" gesture.

"Listen, someone is practicing swordsmanship."

Qin Minglan pricked up her ears and, sure enough, heard a faint whooshing sound coming from the courtyard.

She frowned; only Wang Long lived in this courtyard.

Isn't that old man recuperating from his injuries?

Why are you out practicing swordsmanship again?

Qin Minglan was somewhat annoyed. This old man, his injuries hadn't even healed yet and he was already causing trouble. He was really a worry.

Just as she was about to push the door open, Murong Qing had already taken the lead and pushed open the courtyard gate.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, falling on the aged figure standing there.

Wang Long stood in the courtyard, holding a three-foot sword with the tip lowered, his eyes closed, as if sensing something.

Hearing the door open, he slowly opened his eyes.

In his cloudy old eyes, he saw the pale pink figure at the doorway.

Eyes facing each other.

Wang Long was stunned.

Murong Qing was also stunned.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

The next moment, Murong Qing's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Uncle!"

She cheered and ran towards Wang Long like a joyful little deer.

Before Wang Long could react, Murong Qing had already thrown herself into his arms.

Murong Qing wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and rubbed against him.

"I've finally found you!"

Her voice was muffled, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Wang Long froze on the spot, almost dropping his longsword.

Your Highness... Princess?

How did I end up here?

What's going on here?

Qin Minglan stood at the gate of the courtyard, her almond-shaped eyes wide open and her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

She glanced at Murong Qing, who was nestled in Wang Long's arms, and then at Wang Long, who looked completely bewildered.

My mind went completely blank.

What's going on?

So you're not carrying anyone on your back anymore?

The princess actually threw herself into his arms?!

A strange, inexplicable feeling welled up in Qin Minglan's heart, and she felt a sharp pain in her teeth.

I'm still here watching!

Why do I feel like an outsider?

"You...you all..."

Qin Minglan pointed at the two of them, her fingers trembling, her voice clearly filled with jealousy.

Murong Qing lifted her head from Wang Long's embrace, her eyes curving into crescents, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

"What's wrong, Sister Qin?"

Qin Minglan was a little angry, feeling that Murong Qing was provoking her!

Wang Long finally came to his senses and quickly took a step back, trying to break free from Murong Qing's embrace.

"Your Highness, this old servant is injured, please...please don't get your clothes dirty..."

"This princess doesn't care."

Murong Qing shook her head, tightening her arms around herself, showing no intention of letting go.

"Where are you hurt? How serious is it? Let this princess take a look."

Murong Qing's body was fragrant and soft, and she kept rubbing against Wang Long.

For a moment, I felt a little distracted.