Chapter Seventy-Four: The Ink Courtyard Quarrel (Asking for the First Order Again)
。 After turning a circle in his heart, he continued: "As for the life that the prince wants to get Yue, it is better to send someone to go undercover in the Blood Demon Gate to listen to the news, lest when the Blood Demon Order is still in effect, he accidentally injures Rong Yue, and as a result, the blood flows like a river, and the prince doesn't want to see it." "It's completely a businessman's style, secretly competing with Fenghuan, but she still has a little negligence, this is a feudal society, not the 21st century in which she lives.
Fenghuan's royal respect, how can he be pressed by a girl, not to mention, eight days later, this person will be his own princess.
Feng Huanzhi was the same as Hua Langyue at this moment, explaining that he had an expressionless face, and his eyes fell lightly on Hua Langyue's body, without saying a word. The atmosphere in the study suddenly became quiet, the sky was dark, and the candles burning in the lampshade were not bursting with candles and popping sounds, but neither of them seemed to hear it, their bodies were motionless, still staring at each other, as if they wanted to see through the person in front of them completely.
In the end, it was the knock on the door that eased the deadlock between them, and Mo Ran's deep voice sounded outside: "Master, the doctor has already checked, only the water in the bath barrel, and nothing can be found for the time being, and the subordinates will send someone to continue the search." ”
"Has Ziyun's room been searched, the poison came from her." Hua Langyue Sakura's lips opened slightly, and she said lightly, but her eyes hadn't taken her eyes off Feng Huanzhi's body.
The voice at the door suddenly disappeared, as if it was waiting for something.
Halfway through, Feng Huanzhi opened his mouth and ordered, "Go to Ziyun's house and have a look." ”
Mo Ran's voice sounded again, and he responded: "My subordinates will go." Then came the sound of departing footsteps.
"In this way, is there any meaning, you and I know very well, the prince let Mo Ran work in vain, it is better to tidy up the palace, his personal girl actually listens to other people's orders, if it is your life, such consequences-" The voice stopped abruptly, sneered, walked over, opened the door, and looked at the sun that had sunk in the west, "The moon has been out for a day, if it is inconvenient for the prince, someone will naturally send the moon back." ”
Hearing Hua Langyue's sudden speculation, Feng Huanzhi's face suddenly turned pale, and in an instant, a bunch of cold sweat broke out on his back, if it was himself, I am afraid that there was really no way to escape the poison of this poison. Looking at the figure of Hua Langyue walking out, listening to her words, her voice became cold again, and said: "This king naturally sent someone to send you back, and this king and you will be husband and wife in eight days, so naturally we should respect each other like guests." ”
"Borrowing the auspicious words of the prince, I hope that the moon will be like this, and it will be safe and sound." But she sneered in her heart, getting along with each other peacefully, this is not what she wants to see, what she wants is the Qing Wangfu's chickens and dogs, and he is restless all day long, forcing him to take a break from himself. A woman who has been divorced by the prince, who else can marry, and who else dares to marry?