"Cui Yingying, your prime minister has a lot of money, but you can't get along with my rickshaw puller?" Zhu Youhong walks slowly with Linghu Shuiyue in his arm.

When Zhu Youhong's eyes were on Linghu Shuiyue, it was as tender as water; when he looked at Cui Yingying, it was freezing.

Cui Yingying was startled. When he turned around, he was frightened by the cold in the eyes of the ninth prince.

It's said that this man is killing people like hemp. There is no human feeling. Is it true? Last night, she was alone in the empty room for this man! Who can understand this sorrow?

However, he took Linghu Qianjin's arm, which made her see with eyes shining.

"Nine masters! The slave contradicted Yingying. Yingying was just too angry to wave his hand. In fact, Yingying never beats people in Xiangye's house. " Cui Yingying explained in a low voice that the expression of the resentful wife was written on her face, even though she wanted to hide it.

Cui Yingying doesn't know that this coachman is not an ordinary coachman. He is Lu Dongyang, the bodyguard of Jiuye. Originally, Lu Dongyang was not a coachman, but Jiuye's coachman was always killed when he was attacked. After three consecutive deaths, Lu Dongyang automatically asked to be Jiuye's coachman.

Lu Dongyang has been following Jiuye for a long time. Jiuye has long been treated as his brother.

You can imagine how angry Jiuye was when he saw Cui Yingying beat his coachman Lu Dongyang!

He said coldly, "I'm Wang's coachman. You're not qualified to fight at will. Today is the first time to think of you, and let you go. This is the carriage of the king and the princess. You should take another one

Cui Yingying stays in the same place and looks at Jiuye. After finishing his words, he gently takes the princess Linghu Shuiyue into the carriage.

That kind of holding method, just like his princess is what treasure, light hold light put, got on the car, but did not look at her immediately set out.

She's not as good as a coachman?! Cui Yingying gnashed her teeth and burst out two flames in her eyes.

What is that woman? Isn't it the gold of a general? She is a prime minister. Her father and her father are at the same level. How can their treatment be so different? Hatefully, she turned around and got into another carriage to follow.

In front, in the gorgeous carriage, Linghu Shuiyue, languidly and powerlessly, like a kitten, lies in Zhu Youhong's arms. For Cui Yingying, Linghu Shuiyue didn't want to say a word.

"Princess Ai, haven't you slept enough?" The man holds the woman and gently caresses her hair with his hand, just like a little pet's hair.

Can she sleep enough? I didn't sleep all night, OK? But the man didn't sleep as much as she did. Early in the morning, he was in high spirits, not tired at all. But she wanted to sleep very much, so she continued to sleep in his arms.

The man was really in high spirits. He suddenly lifted her hair and asked excitedly, "guess, last night, did your brother and Prince Duanmu ever get married?"

Linghu Shuiyue raised her face, glared at Zhu Youhong and said, "are you a man? Gossip like a woman? "

Damn it! She's also curious! I'm so sorry, brother!

"And ask me if I'm a man? Can't you prove it last night? How about this evening's efforts for my husband to prove it to Princess Ai? " Man opened meat, always think of last night's seven postures.

Linghu Shuiyue angrily closes her eyes and doesn't care about the man whose brain has become dirty.