Marrying Ling Yue is one of Rong Huan's plans for many years, but his heart that has never wavered is showing a trace of struggle that he has never had before, without the support of Da Zhou's troops, he may be trampled into ashes by his brothers before he reaches the Jinhua border. Even if he willingly gave up the throne and went to the end of the world, his brother would not necessarily leave him with a way out.

Marrying Ling Yue is life, not marrying Ling Yue is death! Marrying Ling Yue was originally one of his plans, but now he couldn't deceive his heart, he didn't want to marry Ling Yue.

When did this start?

I guess it happened a few days ago.

Rong Huan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Ling Jin said again: "Don't forget, the appointment between me and you. We are all connected. ”

Ling Jin did his best to help Rong Huan return to China and seize the throne, on the condition that after Rong Huan became the lord of a country, he would use the power of a country to help Ling Jin deal with the crown prince Ling Yun and the third prince Ling Xin.

Of course, Ling Jin also left a hand.

Ling Jin never wanted to ascend the throne as emperor, but he didn't want to be suppressed by the crown prince and lose his life.

He hated Queen Qian and the crown prince.

Both of them want to really compete, but they are secretly wary of each other.

"Ling Jin, let me think about it."

Ling Jin's sharp eyes stared at Rong Huan coldly, "Is it because of her?" This "she", he believed that Rong Huan would understand who he was referring to.

Rong Huan is peerless on the surface, the scenery is infinite, but his heart is very green, and his early palace life has long become hard as iron, and he has never really moved his heart to any woman. Now that he was questioned by Ling Jin in vain, there was a trace of throbbing in his heart that he had never felt before.

"What she, I don't know what you're talking about." Rong Huan replied very quickly.

Actually, a little too fast.

Ling Jin stared at him word by word and said, "Mu-Rong-Yan!" ”

After saying that, he sneered and laughed.

Is Rong Huan such a person? A man with a cold nature would give up a country in order to admire a woman? If this was the case, he Ling Jin would have been impressed by Rong Huan.

Rong Huan's heart fluttered twice, but he chuckled lightly on his face, and quipped: "You be quiet, you also know Ah Yan's temper, if she hears it, she will definitely drive me out of Murong Mansion." If I die like this, you will be the murderer. ”

"Come less." Ling Jin looked at him and snorted, "Murong Yan is not someone you can think of, you died of this heart as soon as possible." After saying that, I felt angry for some reason, and I rushed away in a rage.

Not someone he could think of?

Rong Huan smiled bitterly and lifted the cup.

"Here, a toast."

As he spoke, he drank all the wine in his cup.

Rong Huan sat quietly, watching the flowers in the courtyard fall with the wind, with no sadness or joy until the moon set.

Ling Jin walked all the way out of Pingyang Houfu, his face still ugly.

That cold little face has been lingering in my mind, one moment it is a gentle chuckle, another time it is cunning and delicate, and the other time it is full of frost.

This fierce girl, how to look at how annoying.

But I just think of her.

Ling Jin shook his head, not understanding what he was angry about.

"Cousin, who owes you 180,000 again?" Ling Chen sent the white horse and saw Ling Jin with an ugly face at a glance.

"It turned out to be a cousin." Ling Jin turned his face faster than he turned a book, and immediately smiled with a chic and free face, "Cousin's medicine, it's okay, right?" ”

Ling Chen's face sank, and he raised his hand and swung it over.

Ling Jin smiled and dodged.

"Let's drink." Ling Chen turned his horse's head and left.

"People who have become relatives, do you still have time to come out for a drink?" Ling Jin smiled and followed up, "Are you willing to let your wife stay alone in the empty room?" ”

In the Drunken Immortal Building, Ling Chen did not give in, one cup after another, and a thousand cups were not drunk.

Ling Jin was irritable in his heart, and he didn't persuade or let him. The two of you have a cup and I have a cup of each other, and soon they get slightly drunk.

"Cousin, did you think I did something wrong?" Ling Chen opened his misty eyes and said with a sense of wine.

"You've done a lot of wrong things." Ling Jin snorted.

"I obviously love makeup, why...... Why did he ...... "Why did I marry and go home and find out that I didn't marry you."

Isn't the feeling the same before and after marriage?

"Why?" Ling Jin asked, "Do you feel that you don't love as much as you imagined?" ”

Being told the central matter, Ling Chen's heart was even more depressed, and he picked up the wine on the table and drank it all.

"How do you say that if you don't love, you don't love? You are a woman who divorced someone before she got married. Ling Jin said lightly.

As soon as Ling Jin finished speaking, he heard a loud sound, Ling Chen had already lifted the wine jug, filled his stomach with it, and then put the wine jug back on the table.

Ling Jin glanced at Ling Chen, and immediately smiled.

In this way, it is obvious that the husband and wife are having an awkward quarrel. The newlywed Yan'er, it is the time of honey to mix oil, what can be unpleasant?

Don't...... Is it dissatisfaction?

Seeing Ling Chen's depressed and unhappy use of wine to kill his sorrows, Ling Jin touched his palate, becoming more and more sure of his guess.

If it were me or another man, this kind of thing would not have happened. If a woman can't be satisfied, there are naturally thousands of women who come forward to satisfy them. But this cousin has an awkward and eccentric temperament, both affectionate and affectionate, and for the sake of a Murong makeup, he actually divorced Murong Yan, who had been married since childhood.

Now that my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled and I have returned with a beauty, what is there to be dissatisfied?

What else is there but dissatisfaction?

Could it be that you really regret it?

Ling Jin smiled badly, but there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

Cousin this time, it's a big loss! He even regarded pearls as eyes and ears.

Ling Chen poured another pot of wine, ignoring Ling Jin's inquiring gaze.

Since the first night in the cave room, Murong has been stained with makeup, and in the days to come, Ling Chen has not yet performed the Zhou Gong gift with her. The two shared the same bed every night, and they were so beautiful, but they didn't arouse his male **.

In the towering breasts that rubbed the chest intentionally or unintentionally, the long legs that were wrapped around to tease/tease, the ** that exuded a unique feminine atmosphere, the beauty next to him tried her best, just begging him to look at the grace once, but she couldn't get any of his due response.

“…… If you haven't had a round room with Murong makeup, it's still too late for her to leave, if you're dirty, I, Murong Yan, won't pick up other people's rags......"

Whenever Murong came over, the cold and boundless voice always echoed in his ears, and that hatefully cold little face appeared in his mind.

Originally, there were still some thoughts that were about to move, but they were suddenly extinguished.

Today, he finally stole half a day of leisure and stayed in the mansion to deal with affairs, but Murong Makeup was not relentless, and the anger he had accumulated in the past few days was suddenly hooked, and he asked her fiercely on the floor of the study, again and again, how many times he himself didn't remember, until he used up all the strength of his body, he got up from Murong Makeup.

It turned out that Murong Makeup would not be able to withstand his strength, and would beg for mercy with grievances on his face, not wanting Murong Makeup but his face was full of spring, and he looked very useful, with satisfaction after passion on his face, and looked at him with a shy.

Ling Chen was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

That's not true.

He didn't want that.

Ling Chen angrily threw away Murong makeup and sent the horse out, and when he met Ling Jin, he pulled them together to drink.

"Hey, regret it?" Ling Jin touched Ling Chen's arm with his elbow and asked with a meaningful smile.

"Nope!" Ling Chen replied without hesitation, his voice loud.

"Really?" Ling Jin's smile was weird.

"You have to take care of it!" Ling Chen tensed up and stood up, leaving without looking back.

Do you really regret it?

Ling Jin put away his smile, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

A beautiful cold little face appeared in front of him, looking at him with a touch of anger.

Disaster in disguise!

Ling Jin shook his head, and the cynical smile on his face returned.

"Keep the account of the Jin Palace." Ling Jin shouted at the shopkeeper.