"Miss, wait a minute, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find him, I've got to find him."

She had never met such a person, and without saying anything, she had taken all her heart away.

The woman chased after her, and a wicked sneer flashed on the corner of Murong Canghai's lips, and she turned away.

"Lord Wang, that's the daughter of Prime Minister Song Chengru and Princess Xuanyuan Xuejian, named Song Feiyan."

"Bring her to me." He finished and closed his eyes.

Seinfeld never imagined that she would see him so easily this time.

Her graceful figure walked towards Murong Canghai in the room, and the closer she got, the more she felt his cold charm that broke her heart, which made her heart ache faintly, but she was willing to turn into a moth and pounce on the blazing fire without hesitation.

"You...... I ......" she walked up to him, opened the seductive red lips, and said, "I am Seinfeld, the daughter of Princess Snowmark, you have come to see my mother, I know that you want a piece of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy and painting but your mother refused, I bring it now and give it to you." ”

She stepped forward and put the calligraphy and painting worth 10,000 gold in front of Murong Canghai, like a worried little girl, standing in front of him and waiting for him to taste it.

Murong Canghai squinted at the calligraphy and painting lightly, the corners of his cold mouth rose slightly, and he puffed up with a vague smile, and said-

"Thank you, I like it very much."

After hearing this, Song Feiyan raised her head suddenly, her face flashed with irrepressible excitement, and said-

"Really? Great, I, I'll just like it. She was drawn to his unique voice with a deep and magnetic voice, and her gaze could not take her off for a moment.

Murong Canghai pushed back the calligraphy and painting again, and said, "The gentleman does not take away the love of others, since it is the beloved thing of Princess Snow Marks, how can this king take it for himself, the girl should take it back, your heart has been received by this king." ”

Song Feiyan lowered his head, looked at his hand on the calligraphy and painting, his face turned red unconsciously, and said, "What does it matter, as long as you like it, I can help you get anything." ”

Murong Canghai heard this and smiled, but the bottom of his eyes was clearly cold, and the cold was bottomless, but Song Feiyan didn't notice it at all, she only thought that his smile was for her.

"There is one person I want to see."

"Who?" She asked nervously.

"Right Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Yueming." He pronounced her name in a deep voice, and he had never spoken of her name since she and the prince had thrown the gunpowder at him, and now he felt indescribable.

Seinfeld's face turned pale all of a sudden, "You, do you like her?" ”

"No, I hate her." His tone sounded cold and hard, without the slightest emotion.

"How hateful?" Seinfeld stared into his eyes and asked.

Murong Canghai said, "All the words in the world can't describe my hatred for her. ”

Seinfeld's heart suddenly relaxed, and said, "That's great, I hate her too, I hate her to death!" You hate the people I hate, and that makes me so happy. Don't worry, if she is planted this time, I will definitely avenge you and let her die a miserable death. ”

He raised his eyes and said, "But this king wants to torture her with his own hands, so that she will never forget it for the rest of her life." ”

Murong Canghai's eyes were filled with an inexplicable chill, which made Song Feiyan tremble.