Murong Yan's gaze wandered and glanced at Ling Jin. The meaning is very clear, even if you are a prince, you can be regarded as an idle person here, etc., should you avoid it?

Ling Chen's glance over expressed the same meaning as Murong Yan.

Ling Jin smiled freely, his half-crooked body on the couch sank, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, the meaning was also very clear, so how could he miss the wonderful scene? He's going to stay and watch the show.

Murong Yan snorted coldly, if you want to watch the play, you should keep your eyes open and watch it! As long as you don't mess with her, or she'll clean it up.

"Is Yan'er going to tell this king this time that you have figured it out and want to return to the arms of this king?" Ling Chen raised his wine glass and pondered it slowly. As if he thought what he said was funny, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Murong Yan's face was cold, and her voice was as indifferent as her face, "Are all the women in the world dead, do you have to marry the daughter of the Murong family?" ”

The corners of Ling Chen's lips curled, and his gaze never left Murong Yan, "As the saying goes, my fair lady, a gentleman is good!" Murong Hou is a few pearls in the palm of his hand, natural beauty, and beautiful wisdom, and the people in Beijing are very beautiful, and the man is even more proud of marrying the daughter of the Murong family, and I, Ling Chen, am no exception......

How is there so much nonsense! She didn't come to listen to his nonsense.

Murong Yan tightened her eyebrows, "I only want to ask you, do you really want to accept Murong Shuang?" ”

Sure enough, she came for Murong Shuang.

The corners of Ling Chen's lips curled up for three points, "Murong Shuang has the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, with an easy-going and amiable temperament, and is indeed a rare beauty." Compared to Yan'er, tsk, Murong Shuang is far behind! He still couldn't finish his sigh before he said again, "If Yan'er is willing to marry me, of course I won't want that Murong Shuang." ”

Phew!

Murong Yan's little face was a little cold again, and she had the urge to pinch Ling Chen to death, and her voice was even colder as ice, "Third Sister doesn't like you, and you don't like her either, why don't you raise your noble hand and let her go?" ”

Ling Chen said: "This king doesn't like Murong Shuang, but Murong Hou sent his daughter to the door, this king has to give face!" Besides, Murong Shuang is an empathetic beauty, so he has to suffer it disrespectfully. He kept staring at Murong Yan, paying attention to the change in her expression, and saw her slender fingers slowly clenched into fists, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Besides, if you raise one more woman, it's not that the Jin Wangfu can't afford to raise ......" Ling Chen's casual words were interrupted here.

"Bastard!"

With an angry shout, Murong Yan waved her sleeves, and all the delicacies and wine on the table were knocked to the ground, although Ling Chen was wary, she didn't expect her to act so quickly, and she was the first to bear it, but she was still a step too late and splashed all over. However, it was too late for him to dodge, because at the same time as the water sleeve, there were three embroidery needles, which went straight to his throat.

Ling Jin had expected that Murong Yan would make a move, and a beautiful dodging person hid far away, clean and refreshing. After he stood still, he didn't worry about Ling Chen, but instead watched it with relish, smiling, but didn't cheer out.

In fact, Ling Chen didn't need him to worry, Murong Yan didn't really want Ling Chen's life, but just wanted to warn him.

"You girl, you're so murderous!" Ling Jin said with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, six embroidery needles flew straight towards him, proving his words with deeds. Ling Jin knew that it was powerful, so he didn't dare to be careless, and with a wave of his sleeve, all six embroidery needles fell into the sleeve, and the good clothes were scrapped.

Ling Jin smiled, and his tone was cold: "If you dare to murder the prince, I will punish you nine clans." ”

Murong Yan sneered: "By the way, the boss in the palace is my eldest brother-in-law, don't forget him when you punish the Nine Clans." ”

Ling Jin was choked up and speechless.

This girl is tired and bold, and she dares to say such things.

Ling Chen was full of embarrassment, staring at Murong Yan's gaze with a hidden expectation, "If you refuse to marry this king, Murong Shuang will be settled." ”

"Then you die!" Murong Yan always acted faster than she spoke, and her two water sleeves wrapped around Ling Chen.

The power of the water sleeve is much smaller than that of the embroidery needle, but Ling Chen still didn't dare to be careless, and while dealing with it carefully, when he pulled the sleeve, he deliberately sniffed it with his nose and took the opportunity to tease Murong Yan.

Since you can't see her smile, it's better to see how angry she looks.

The sleeves are filled with a faint fragrance, refreshing and sultry.

Murong Yan was so angry that the two water sleeves danced faster and faster, and Ling Chen was also hit in the move. Finally seeing a flaw, Ling Chen pulled his sleeve, Murong Yan's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell into his arms.

Ling Chen imprisoned Murong Yan in his arms, smiling evilly, gently sniffing her fragrant hair, as well as the fresh and sweet smell unique to a girl, "Yan'er, don't bother. Your only disadvantage is that you don't have the internal strength, and you can't do anything with me at all...... Uh, what is this......" Ling Chen hurriedly held his breath.

Murong Yan struck a successful blow, taking advantage of Ling Chen's chaotic formation to jump away, keeping a safe distance from Ling Chen.

Murong Yan's pretty face showed the first smile when she entered the door, but the smile was very cold.

"What's the use of holding your breath? Protecting your face is the right thing to do. Murong Yan sneered.

Sure enough, Ling Chen felt that his face was itching, and he couldn't help but scratch it with his hands, the more he scratched, the more itchy, the more itchy, the more he scratched, and his face was scratched red and swollen. But a few children, a handsome face is unrecognizable, swollen like a big baked cake, miserable.

Ling Jin gradually couldn't laugh, looked at Ling Chen who was still scratching his face with infinite sympathy, and warned, "Don't scratch anymore." "If I scratch it again, I'm afraid I'm going to be disfigured.

Seeing Murong Yan smiling happily, Ling Jin looked distressed, Ling Chen knew that it was going to be bad, and when he took a photo of the wine, he was immediately startled and didn't dare to scratch it anymore.

- Damn, it's itchy!

He actually fell for this girl's trick! Ling Chen was annoyed in his heart and shouted, "What the hell is this? "It's just a wisp of white powder, why is it so powerful.

Murong Yan smiled and said, "You have to ask my master about this." ”

Nanxing's shot is really extraordinary, no wonder the medicine is so powerful.

Ling Chen glared at her with a calm face.

Murong Yan clapped her hands lazily and said nonchalantly, "Honorable Lord Jin, how does it taste?" If you want to accept Murong Shuang, or do you want an antidote, choose one of the two. When he said the last sentence, his tone was cold.

Ling Chen was silent, only staring at Murong Yan silently.

Damn girl! dared to use these third-rate methods against him, and one day, he would make her suffer enough.

Uh, it's itchy! The itch makes people panic, and they can't scratch it if they don't want to.

"What about this king's insistence on accepting Murong Shuang?" A hint of fierceness flashed in Ling Chen's eyes, and as for the expression on his face, it was so red and swollen that he couldn't see it.

Murong Yan stretched her waist and said casually: "That's nothing, people can't die." First of all, the face is a little itchy, then the body, hands and feet, itchy feet will rot after 7749 days, from head to toes, and after 7749 days, there is no intact skin on the whole body. ”