The two people were fighting so hard in the yard that the weeds stood up straight. The sound of fists and kicks hitting each other, as well as the sound of fists and kicks, showed that the two of them were not distracted.

"Do you have my permission to fight in my yard?" A clear, shallow, indifferent and distant voice, like beads falling on a jade plate, like the cool breeze of a cold spring, penetrated into the ears of the two of them clearly.

The two people who were fighting fiercely were shocked. They both made defensive postures and looked towards where the sound came from.

The simple swing frame, the woman with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, her clear eyes, distant and cold, looked at them so coolly.

Her delicate brows were slightly frowned, the book in her hand was pressed on her knees, as if she was dissatisfied with being interrupted while reading, and she looked at the two of them with very displeased eyes.

Both of them were a little startled. They looked at each other and then at the woman on the swing, feeling that this scene was a bit strange.

They are fighting, the kind where their punches are to the flesh and their kicks are deadly.

They are not unwary people. Someone here should have noticed it immediately, but this courtyard is so dilapidated that it makes people think it has been abandoned for several years; this woman is also too quiet, so quiet that they don't feel alive at all.

Naturally, there was no doubt that there was someone in the yard, and they were very close.

These are two young people. The one on the left has a handsome face, delicate features, and a bit of laziness and casualness. The corner of his mouth seems to be arrogant. This is probably the attitude he usually has. He just tried to disturb others at this time.

The long and narrow red phoenix eyes are deep and bright, bright and conspicuous.

He is dressed in a sky-blue brocade robe, laziness and nobility coexist, exuding a unique temperament, handsome and picturesque.

The one on the right is of a different type from this one, with black hair and a hosta, a robe made of auspicious clouds, and a gold-threaded hem that is gorgeous and delicate. His face is cold, his eyebrows are alienated, and he looks at everything with a look of aloofness and indifference.

The aura of dust.

Both of them are young, around 20 years old. With their temperament, I believe that in any other place, they would have noble status that people would look up to.

However, at this time, probably because of a fight, the two of them seemed to be in a lofty place, as if they were not eating fireworks from the world, and suddenly fell to the mortal world and took over the earth.

There were outsiders around, so the two of them didn't fight.

The man in azure brocade robe looked around and asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

They didn't care about so much when they were fighting, and now it seemed that it was indeed Meng Lang.

Before Mu Qingyu could answer, the man in auspicious cloud robes sneered softly: "It seems that he is not a human, but a ghost!"

Mu Qingyu was not angry. Instead, she laughed. In her smile, the flowers bloomed layer by layer in the spring breeze. It was so beautiful and dazzling. She said leisurely: "You are right!"

The man in auspicious clouds and brocade robes raised his eyebrows, and his voice was like gold and jade. It was very pleasant, but the words he said were not very pleasant: "This is the inner courtyard of Prince Liang's mansion, right? Since it is not a human or a ghost, it must be the rumor that was spread some time ago.

Is Princess Liang lying ill in the palace and unable to see anyone?"

The fact that the Rizhao Pavilion by the Golden Willow Pond in the palace was too sensational at first, and although Prince Liang married Mu Qingyu, everyone knew that with the temper of Prince Liang Chu Xinyuan, there was no news in the palace that the princess died suddenly in half a month.

The news is already very surprising.

There is an inadvertent nobility in the two people's bones. They are obviously from the capital and have a high background. There are four walls around here. Even if Prince Liang hides his beauty in a golden house, he has no way to hide it. The guess of the man in Xiangyun Jinpao is very reasonable.
Chapter completed!