"How can your face be ......" There was a small red rash, Jun Nianchen glanced at Yan Qingyin, who was very close to the divination, isn't the legend false, as soon as others get close to her within three steps, it will really make the divination uncomfortable. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is it a rash again, it should be Miss Yan who suddenly approached me and pressed her hand on my hand again, which made my sensitive skin react again, where have you been? There was a gust of wind in the hall just now, and my hat flew away on its own with the wind, but fortunately you are back now. The divination glanced at Jun Nianchen, her current mood is on the verge of an outbreak, in the face of the person who wants to kill her, she has never been as angry as today, this Miss Yan has refreshed her outlook on life.

Xishun, who came back to his senses, told Emperor Xiaoxian on the first seat that something seemed to have happened to His Royal Highness the Prince, and Emperor Xiaoxian immediately swept around, and the people in the entire hall looked in the same direction, and they all looked in the direction of divination.

Emperor Xiaoxian coughed dryly, and the minister came to his senses, unnaturally retracted his gaze, and the corners of his eyes still couldn't help but look in the direction of the divination, and saw that they and the emperor were already standing three steps away from the prince, and their expressions were slightly ugly.

Bu Gua found that his grandfather also came, his mouth was open one by one, but no sound came out, Jun Nianchen saw what she said from the shape of her lips, knew the problem she was worried about, and looked at her afar, and he wondered in his heart how her hair was red and suddenly turned black.

Emperor Xiaoxian saw that his nephew's face was full of red and dotted small rashes, which looked terrifying, and asked suspiciously: "Is there anything wrong with your body?" Seeing that the divination hexagram shook his head at him, Emperor Xiaoxian fixed his eyes on Yan Qingyin, who was still pale next to him, and said coldly: "I don't know if Miss Yan is dissatisfied with the crown prince of my Long Yanguo, why do you know that he can't let people get close, but she still comes over to pinch his hand?" ”

Yan Qingyin listened to the words, and raised her eyes to look at Jun Nianchen, who was carefully sorting out the hair that was blown by the wind, and his movements were so gentle that he could get tired of death.

Divination heard that his grandfather was seeking justice for himself, and reached out to serve the tea cup on the table, but he didn't reach it, his hand probed on the table, and she touched the teacup, but the cup in his hand was too light, and the weight was wrong, and the divination was pale, and her pale face was covered by illness, and no one saw it, because Jun Nianchen, who had straightened her hair, just put the hat on her head lightly for her.

The divination turned his head to the place where he was holding the cup just now, and looked at the person who might be holding the book, and what caught her eye was Yan Qingyin, who she didn't like, at this time, she was carrying a silk scarf in her hand, wiping the water marks on the corner of her mouth.

The divination clenched his fingers, this woman, since she appeared in front of her, she had never liked it, and at this time she drank too much of the tea she had prepared for herself.

Through the red veil, Yan Qingyin felt the hostility of the divination to her, thinking that the divination was blaming her for lifting the DLI, and now she also regretted it, she knew that Prince Ji was so captivating, she didn't do much, and now she was actually compared to a man.

Then think about being a goddess, the appearance is not as good as a mortal, after sweeping the face, I think of a better than divination, divination will be born and old, sickness and death, after all, the appearance will be twilight, when he is gray-haired is an old man, she is still as beautiful and moving as ever, the world is just a few decades, but with a flick of his fingers, now the emperor is good to a man, perhaps because he looks good, make up for the regret of not having a brother, and be good to him That's all, why should she bother to care.

Thinking like this, Yan Qingyin's heart was much more open-minded, and she also thought of answering Emperor Xiaoxian's words appropriately, and said with a chuckle:

"It's Qingyin's fault, because although Prince Ji is small, his every move is very calm, I can't help but like it very much, so Qingyin unconsciously shook Prince Ji's hand, although it hurts Prince Ji as a brother, so it is rude, but when I saw Prince Ji's face just now, I felt that I should like Prince Ji a little more."

Divination heard her words and felt that she wanted to be sick to her stomach, and she could already be sure that this woman was really hostile to herself, and this hostility came inexplicably, and the divination searched the brain memory and did not find a scene that offended such a beauty.

At this time, the divination may really be like what she said, she has been out for a long time, and she doesn't know the means of coaxing girls, and naturally she didn't think that Yan Qingyin was deliberately embarrassing her for Jun Nianchen, she just didn't like Yan Qingyin at the moment.

Now it has risen from dislike to hatred, in the cup of tea on the table, before Jun Nianchen came in, something had been added to it, and at this time, the tea was drunk by the ignorant Yan Qingyin, not to mention the consequences of Yan Qingyin's drinking, but her own consequences, she understood tightly.

Jun Nianchen also felt the dislike of the divination for Yan Qingyin, he looked coldly at Yan Qingyin who was smiling sweetly, the divination said that there was a strong wind in the hall, he knew that Yan Qingyin did it, and he Qingyin could only do it for the embarrassment of the divination, the reason for her embarrassment of the divination, he didn't know for the time being, but he would find out, and said coolly:

"It's best to explain to Ziyun why you did this, if it's okay, go back where you came from."

Yan Qingyin's smiling face could no longer be maintained under Jun Nianchen's cold words, she was a goddess, but she was embarrassed by the mortals of a human world, and she had to be reprimanded, and the emperor also said: If it's okay, where will you go back.

Yan Qingyin remembered that when she was in the God Realm, although the emperor would not talk to her, he would not treat her like this, and she was treated as special, she never felt sorry for her, she missed the emperor in the God Realm, and the emperor of the slave realm was too bad to her.

Living in the Prince's Mansion, the emperor also turned a blind eye to her, but poured out his heart and lungs to another person, which made her aggrieved, twisted her fingers, and looked at the emperor who was asking if another person's face hurt, Yan Qingyin had tears in her eyes, and she wanted to fall, crying:

"Where did the emperor call Qingyin to go back, in Qingyin's opinion, the emperor has nothing to do here, why can he stay here, Qingyin can't do it, Qingyin doesn't leave, Qingyin wants to stay here, Qingyin not only wants to stay here, I also want to live in the prince's mansion, emperor, don't forget that Qingyin's father is also a king, and he is also a very appealing king."

The emperor treats her like this, isn't he worried that she will go back to complain, he now feels that the emperor's position is very stable, so no one can shake it.

Yan Qingyin thought evilly, her father was so powerful, if she fanned her father against the emperor, it should be enough for the emperor to have a headache for a long time, and it was possible to pull him down from the position of the emperor, and then, could he still speak to her so arrogantly?

Jun Nianchen ignored the clamoring Yan Qingyin, but instead asked how to get rid of the red rash on Bu Gua's face, and asked him to do it, Bu Gua set his eyes on Yan Qingyin's body, pulled Jun Nianchen's face down, leaned over his ear, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "I want her blood." ”