Chapter 118

Murong Jian introduced with a smile, observing every move of old prince Jing.

His expression was light, and his sword eyebrows were almost invisible. In a moment, he returned to normal again. He said casually, "Qingyan is so big. She is a beautiful little girl!"

In his indifferent and alienated voice, Murong Jian gave an unnatural smile: "I ran into Qingyan in the street. I didn't trust her to go back home alone, so I brought her here. Please forgive me for the impoliteness."

"Brother Murong's words are heavy. Prince Jing's house and the Duke's house of Zhenguo are also friends of the world. The elder of the two families, the younger generation, should come and go frequently to be the best one." Old prince Jing looked at him with a smile and a touch of profound meaning flashed across his eyes.

Murong Jian's eyelids jumped, and he laughed unnaturally: "what the LORD said is very true. Naturally, the two families should keep in touch with each other..."

Yu Guang saw a familiar dark purple figure not far away. He suddenly raised his voice: "that Qingyan, my uncle and Wang Ye want to talk about the past. Go for a walk in the garden. "

"Yes Song Qingyan fufu body, curling out of the courtyard, she followed the purple figure, along the black stone road ahead!

Under the warm sunshine, ye Yichen stopped in front of a rockery, staring at the water with golden light and deep eyes as deep as a pool:

after he ordered people to throw all the betrothal gifts back to the snow Pavilion, Murong Xue was silent. He did not come to the prince Jing's residence again, clamoring to withdraw his marriage, and did not make any small action beneficial to her retirement. This is not in line with her personality. She must be thinking about it What kind of idea

"Qing Yan sees Prince Jing." After the delicate and weak female voice rings, ye Yichen suddenly returns to his mind and turns to see a woman standing in front of him, wearing a plum red long skirt with beautiful peach blossom embroidered on the collar and cuffs. Her black hair is tied into a delicate pony bun, and her pearly hair hairpin and earrings make her beautiful and charming.

Qing Yan? Is there anyone he knows called Qingyan?

Ye Yichen tries to search in his mind. After a long time, he remembers the identity of the person in front of him: "you are song Qingyan of Wu'an Marquis's house!"

"Yes Song Qingyan smile Ying Ying Ying reply, plum red skirt dance with the wind, set off her overflow beautiful, hook people!

Night Yichen was not moved, looked at her from a commanding position and said coldly, "what do you want to do for Jingwang mansion?"

Song Qingyan gently smiles: "it's nothing. Qingyan is with her uncle..."

"If you have nothing to do, go back earlier. My father is seriously ill and needs to rest. I don't like to be disturbed by people who are not around." Night Yichen impatiently interrupted her words, impolitely under the guest order.

Song Qingyan's small face turned pale in an instant. Her delicate body staggered back a few steps and bumped into a big stone. Tears of grievance flowed down her cheeks and overflowed into her eyes:

she gave up her beloved man and sacrificed her life's happiness. She was ready to please King Jing and gain his favor. However, he said that she was a layman and he could not look at her She

Yes, he is the God of war. He has a noble status, holds heavy power, and is extremely beautiful. Many famous ladies in the capital secretly approve of his love. How can he be attracted to her little daughter of Wu'an Marquis's mansion.

She can't move him, she can only use a killer's mace!

Song Qingyan's eyes cold, quietly opened her purse, a wisp of faint fragrance spilled over the purse, floating around, I do not know, floating to the tip of night Yichen nose.

If there is a fragrance that seems to have no fragrance, he suddenly holds his breath and looks coldly at the direction of the fragrance. Song Qingyan is looking at him with a smile: "Lord Jing, what's the matter with you? Your face is so red

Night Yichen said nothing and looked at her coldly!

Song Qingyan doesn't care. With her white hands, she slowly unties the first button of her long skirt. In Yingying's beautiful eyes, there is a little water light shining in her eyes. She wants to talk about the appearance of resting, which makes her heart and soul go!

"Lord, I'm so hot..." The delicate voice heard people's bones are crisp.

Night Yichen's look is still cold, looking at her bright red like Xia, charming hook people's small face, flashed in the pupil of a wipe of undisguised contempt.

Scorn! Ye Yichen despises her!

Song Qingyan was furious. Yes, he was the God of war. He had the capital to look down on her, but what happened? She is also the legitimate daughter of Wu'an Hou's house. As long as she and he become a good thing, he at least has to give her a side imperial concubine's name share!

What she wants is the throne of King Jing's side imperial concubine, and what she wants is the night Yichen as the backing. In order to teach Murong Xue a hard lesson, she goes all out!

With a bite of her silver teeth, song Qingyan stretched out her hand to tear off the ribbon on her waist, and quickly untied the buttons on her long skirt. The silk plum red dress slipped down her arm to the ground, revealing her white skin, exquisite clavicle and scarlet belly bag embroidered with beautiful fish.

Night Yichen slightly sank the eyelids, the light at the bottom of the eyes flickered, I don't know what to think.

Seeing song Qingyan's eyes, it was he who was fascinated by her graceful figure. She was embarrassed to look at her again. She flashed a proud smile at the bottom of her eyes. Step by step, she walked slowly to the night Yichen. Her soft voice sounded: "Lord Jing, are you more and more miserable? Don't worry, I will help you!"Night Yichen's eyelids are drooping and silent!

Song Qingyan is more proud of the bottom of her eyes. She is as soft as a boneless hand and goes straight to his chest and skirt

"Go away!" Night Yichen raises a foot to kick to song Qingyan's chest!

Caught off guard, song Qingyan was kicked five or six meters away. With a plop, she fell into the pool. Her shrill scream pierced through the clouds and resounded all over the sky

The servant girls, Mammy, servants and bodyguards nearby were all startled and rushed over. The old prince Jing, who was reminiscent of the past, also strode over.

Song Qingyan was fluttering about in the pond, floating and sinking. She called for help in a panic: "help Help... "

Night Yichen stands by the pond, watching coldly!

"Qingyan!" Murong Jian's heart Teng rise very bad premonition, exclaimed, jumped into the pool, will song Qingyan rescued.

Her hair was loose and her whole body was wet. Her brown belly bag and white fur pants were clinging to her body, revealing a large area of snow skin. The scene was very beautiful

Murong Jian quickly took off his robe and put it on her body. He shook it gently: "how are you, Qingyan? Qing Yan? "

"Cough!" Song Qingyan coughs heavily and spits out a mouthful of blood!

Murong Jian was shocked: "come here, please call the doctor, please doctor!"

"There's no need for a doctor. She won't die!" When the cold voice comes into my ears, Murong's body trembles. He looks up slowly and looks at the icy eyes of Yichen at night

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