C61 Part3

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'Damn you, Crown Prince!' --A lady in the crowd thought so.

'The Crown Prince must have pretended to fall, to enjoy the beauty of the Royal King from up-close!' --Another lady stared bitterly.

'The Crown Prince must also be coveting the beauty of the Royal King!

It's too shameless and hateful!' --Another lady stomped her feet bitterly.

'The Crown Prince of the Royal Dynasty went so far as to openly entangle with the Imperial King!

This world is really going rotten!' --A lady shook her head and sighed.

These whispering voices submerged the Wenhua Hall like a flood.

Murong Ci's face flushed with rage, and she pushed Murong Yu unbearably.

Murong Yu released her hand abruptly, but because of her excessive pushing force and inertia, she ended up stepping back a few steps before standing still, quite embarrassedly.

She was about to explode with anger!

Her hands clenched tightly, shaking slightly.

Her small face was covered with reddish clouds, like the sunset clouds, as red as peach blossoms, and the color was quite seductive.

This wasn't the time to admire her beauty, but Murong Yu had already seen it, and he decided to slowly recall it later.

This weird drama finally came to an end.

Murong Ci swallowed all of her raging remarks and simply walked away to the hallway.

She then sat down on her seat and poured a cup of tea, trying to restrain her anger.

Murong Yu walked over, and sat down calmly, without looking at her.

His eyes swept away leisurely.

Most of the ladies in the Hall who thought they had met the Royal King's gaze, smiled happily, and straightened their chests and abdomens, putting on the most graceful and charming manners to win the favor of the Royal King.

Some ladies were too shy and stared timidly, others stared back boldly.

Seeing that the Royal King and His Highness had arrived, Minister He Guang immediately announced that today's Competition, the Martial Arts Test, was about to begin.

Murong Ci stretched out her hand to put the teacup down, but her eyes fell on the brilliant expressions of those ladies.

Before she had retracted her hand, something cold suddenly touched the back of her finger.

With a heartbeat, she realized something and immediately retracted her hand.

However, how could it go so easily?

Murong Ci's three fingers in the middle were caught by Murong Yu's hand!

She immediately pulled back hard, but couldn't move at all.

At this time, Minister He Guang arranged the first group of participants to start the Martial Arts Test, and everyone's attention shifted to the Competition on the red carpet in the middle.

Murong Yu's cool gaze fell absentmindedly in front of him.

His charming smile spread like a spring breeze, making the hearts of those ladies staring at him jump with a thump.

Murong Ci was so angry that she stomped her feet, but she didn't dare to make any movement.

It would have been really sinful to disturb everyone.

'Again, he is trying to play one of his tricks!'

She took another cup of tea and took a sip.

As she was about to spray tea at him, he immediately let go of her fingers.

Murong Yu turned his eyes to look at her.

He put on a gentle and harmless gaze on her, as if to show that he was in a good mood at the moment and didn't care about it.

Murong Ci swallowed her tea, gave him a fierce look, and then started focusing on watching the Competition.

There was a big drum on the lower east side of the jade steps, and the guards banged vigorously, with a rousing sound.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The drum sound stopped, meaning that the First round of Competitions would begin immediately.

Murong Ci suddenly remembered that Shen Zhiyan said yesterday that she would have come to watch the Competition.

'The Competition has already started, so why isn't he here yet?'

The martial arts of the first group of three people were average, and the fighting was not exciting enough, and there was really little to watch.

Not long after, one of the three won.

With a glance, she suddenly saw Murong Yu holding up the teacup from which she had just sipped tea.

She stared at him with a cold stare, as if she was saying:

'This Prince has drunk from that cup...

Do you dare to drink from it?'

Murong Yu's eyes narrowed as if saying:

'Why wouldn't this King dare to drink from it?'

Seeing him drinking gracefully, she suddenly felt her cheeks burn, all the way to her ears and neck.

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END of CHAPTER 61 PART 3

.....................to be continued