Tianlan couldn't help but glance at the woman in the portrait, and even she couldn't help but praise her beauty.

"I said, who the hell is this?" Tianlan held her forehead, and her voice was a little tired and helpless.

The second son pursed his lips and was silent, his expression cold.

"My aunt." Xia Ziyi sneered.

The silver mask of the second son was covered with a layer of murderous aura.

The green tendons on Tianlan's forehead jumped, auntie?

Looking at the posture of these two who robbed their wives, she thought that this woman was their sweetheart.

Wait, second son, what are you doing robbing someone's aunt's portrait?

It won't be ......

"You don't deserve to call her aunt." The second prince sneered, and an ink-colored aura snaked out of his palm, spreading along the portrait to Xia Ziyi's body.

Wherever the spiritual power went, the portrait was corroded cleanly, and there was not even scraps of paper left, Xia Ziyi wanted to rescue it, but it was too late.

If you can't get it, you will destroy it, and the second son has practiced this principle perfectly.

It's just that the second son, who is so resolute and leaves no room for anything, Tianlan is also the first time to see him.

She can be sure that the woman in this portrait is of great significance to the second son.

The bare scroll rolled to the ground, gurgling.

Xia Ziyi clenched his fists angrily, regardless of the disparity in strength, and punched the second son's face: "You should be damned!" ”

"You have no right to defile her stuff." The second son sneered. intercepted Xia Ziyi's fist in mid-air, and kicked at Xia Ziyi violently.

The two big men rolled on the ground without any image, pulling their hair, scratching their faces, and all the other moves were used.

It's completely a shrew fighting posture, where is there still half a bit of noble temperament?

Tianlan: "......"

What's crazy?

In the end, Xia Ziyi raised his hand and grabbed the mask of the second son, and the second son finally went completely crazy and kicked Xia Ziyi out.

The second son stood up from the ground, his black hair, his clothes were messy, and there were strange scratches on his chin.

Tianlan Mo, the second prince patted the non-existent dust on his body, walked to the ice coffin, and without saying a word, he threw over with a strong breath and gave the unconscious emperor a slap first.

The crisp sound made Tianlan's heart skip a beat, and Xia Zi was even more dumbfounded.

"Jun Xianyu, you are looking for death!" Xia Ziyi squeezed out a few words from between his teeth and wanted to stand up, but was knocked to the ground by the second son's palm.

The second son, Yun lightly, threw a wind blade at the emperor again, hitting the back of the emperor's hand, and black thick blood poured out.

A strange fishy smell escaped in the air, and Tianlan frowned slightly.

The second son's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he raised his hand and gave the emperor another slap.

Tianlan was silent, what kind of grudge is this?

"Xia Ziyi, hand over the Ice Crystal Snow Lotus." The second prince said lightly, taking Tianlan's hand, "Unless you want this dog emperor to die." ”

Xia Ziyi's face turned pale: "Jun Xianyu, don't forget that this is Qingyun Country, you'd better be respectful." ”

Hearing this, the second son smiled and apologized sincerely: "The deity said something wrong, I'm sorry."

Xia Ziyi's face softened slightly.

Tianlan raised her eyebrows, second son, you will apologize, why don't I know?

Sure enough, as Tianlan expected, the second prince bent his lips and ridiculed all over the place, "Scolding him the dog emperor is simply an insult to the dog." ”

Tianlan: "......"

Xia Ziyi's face is no longer something that Tie Qing can describe.

When the words fell, the second son didn't give Xia Ziyi room to speak, and directly pulled Tianlan away.

Tianlan frowned, pondering.

Ice Crystal Snow Lotus, is it really in Xia Ziyi's hands?

One night, there was nothing to do, or rather, Tianlan and the second son entered a strange state of cold war.

In the early morning of the next day, when Tianlan woke up, the second son was no longer there.

Tianlan pursed her lips and was silent, it seemed that since he came back, the second son had been very busy.

As for whether she was really busy, or simply didn't want to see her, it is unknown.

The sun was very bright at eight or nine o'clock, and the second son didn't let her go down the mountain, so Tianlan sat very obediently in the garden of Fulong Hall to bask in the sun, drink tea, and be bored.

Beside them, from time to time, a maid passing by would respectfully curtsily and salute, calling out: "Mrs. Fang is well."

Qiu Yue, who was accompanying her, turned slightly white and looked at Tianlan cautiously.

Tian Lan was in a fugue and didn't seem to hear the sounds around her at all.

Today, she finally understands the helplessness of the harem woman's life.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will be aesthetically tired every day, and this kind of life as an almost high-level prisoner is really depressing.

The best years of her life were all buried in the heavy palace walls, and Tianlan always felt pathetic.

Her white fingers rubbed against the teacup, not knowing when she would start to feel sad.

Perhaps, she wanted to escape.

"Madame, Madame......"

Tianlan was so engrossed that she didn't hear Qiuyue's anxious call at all, and her posture seemed to freeze.

Suzaku couldn't help but tug at Tianlan's sleeve, but Tianlan still didn't react.

"Come on, give this Dharma Protector a palm."

Suzaku's arrogant and smug voice pierced through the air, finally pulling Tianlan back from her fugue state.

Tianlan raised her eyes slightly, and glanced lightly at the Suzaku who was surrounded by several maids.

Suzaku raised his chin arrogantly and urged the maid beside him: "Don't do it yet?"

"Yes."

As soon as the words fell, the six maids stepped forward, pressed down and held down the shoulders of Tianlan and Qiuyue in twos, and the other two maids raised their palms and were about to fall on Tianlan and their faces.

Tianlan's eyes narrowed, and a look of danger crossed it.

"Wait, give me a reason." Tianlan said lightly.

Suzaku snorted arrogantly, squinting at Tianlan, his eyes full of disdain.

"You." Suzaku casually pointed to a maid beside him, "Tell this slut what the rules are." ”

"Yes."

The maid approached Tianlan, Ying Ying bowed, and the salute was ten into ten.

"First, this girl, you are just a low-status concubine, naturally you are not worthy of such a noble title as Madame, this girl is wrong, and she should naturally be punished."

The maid paused, and then said, "Second, in your identity, when you see the Dharma Protector, you are only worthy of being called a concubine......

"Oh, the slave and maid have forgotten, with your identity, it seems that you are not even qualified to be a concubine, at best you are just a maid in the room, you should call yourself a slave like us."

The maid directed and acted by herself, and her eyes were almost on the top of her head.

Tianlan sneered, guessing with her knees, she could also know that her words must have been instructed by Suzaku.

Suzaku came to her so early, didn't she come to humiliate her?

Qiu Yue's face turned even paler, she was not worried that she would be punished, but that she was worried about her wife's temperament, in case she rushed up to resist the Suzaku Protector......

After all, in the current situation, it seems that her wife is a concubine, Suzaku is a wife, and she is inferior.

- PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.