Chapter 42: Missed
Ling Qianqian was stunned on the spot, a slender hand, pinching a chopstick, straight to her shoulder. A longing face, half covered by a mask.
A pair of purple eyes shine like stars, and a white figure is reflected at the bottom of the eyes.
At this moment, it is like a dream. Ling Qianqian burst into tears, and her voice trembled: "Nine Princes ......"
No one can understand Ling Qianqian's mood at this moment, the last time, the two countries were at war, a glimpse from afar, love at first sight, unforgettable for life, secretly swore in his heart that he would not marry in this life.
At your fingertips!
Ling Qianqian's brain was blank, and she stared at Nangong Rui obsessively: "Nine Princes, I really can't bear to kill Qianqian......
Everyone gasped and sighed in their hearts. Fortunately, the Nine Princes reacted in time.
Looking at Lang Qing's concubine, no, it was the Holy Maiden of Shuiyue who threatened her life and kidnapped the Nine Princes morally.
Yun Xiyao crossed her arms and watched, admiring the picture of the two of them with affection for a long time, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a meaningful smile.
Nangong Rui, the dead demon, see how much you can endure?
Hum! Damn Emperor Yunxi, he actually used himself as a shield, you waited for your aunt and grandmother.
The light of her eyes glanced at Ling Qianqian's body, this woman is ruthless enough, if she makes such a fuss today, there will be gossip tomorrow.
The county lord of Xi Yao is jealous and ruthless, and the Holy Maiden of the Water Moon is desperate, so she will die with her will.
What's special is that my aunt didn't say anything or do anything.
This pot, aunt and grandmother will definitely not carry it.
She has a simple mind and well-developed limbs, and if she doesn't do something, I'm really sorry for her!
Hum!
Nangong Rui's patience was already on the verge of going berserk: "Does the Water Moon Holy Maiden have a soft spot for the floor of my Yunxi?" ”
Yun Xiyao sneered, Ma De, mentally retarded.
People don't have a soft spot for Yunxi flooring, but they have a soft spot for you Nangong Rui.
Nangong Rui's purple eyes fell lightly on Yun Xiyao's face, and his face was covered with a layer of ice.
Ling Qianqian woke up from her obsession, she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Nangong Rui's words, her face was shy, and when she moved slightly, the thin veil on her face slipped off instantly.
Without warning, a face that captivated the country and the city appeared in front of him.
Instantly, dead silence.
Extremely beautiful!
The most annoying thing is that Ruoyun Xiyao removed the scars on her face, and the two stood together, at first glance they were nine points similar, but now they are only four or five points similar.
Yun Xiyao chuckled in her heart.
Nangong Rui's fingertips froze, his purple eyes were angry, and he stared at Ling Qianqian's face.
Nangong Zhe spat out a breath of turbidity, wasn't it her? Don't know whether to cry or laugh?
Although the Holy Maiden of the Water Moon is beautiful and even three points more beautiful than Yunxi Meng, Nangong Zhe, as the third prince of Yunxi, has been accustomed to all kinds of beauties since he was a child, and when he saw Ling Qianqian's true appearance, he immediately lost interest......
The appearance is similar, the temperament is very different, and the whole is a fake.
In addition to the fact that Wushan is not a cloud, how should this palace be good?
Nangong Zhe sighed lightly and fell into deep distress.
The Holy Maiden of the Water Moon didn't know anything about this, and she was very confident in her beauty, and she could know a thing or two by the eyes of those men nowadays.
Who said that the Nine Princes are not close to women? Stand up and see if this saint doesn't kill you?
Ling Feiyu's heart was uncomfortable, his eyes flickered, seeing this scene, he almost collapsed, his sister's heart has always been on the Nine Princes, looking at this posture, the Nine Princes will not marry.
Ling Qianqian was very proud, and the previous haze was swept away. Hearing the soft words, Chu Chu was moving, his red lips were lightly raised, and he stared at Nangong Rui intently.
"Nine Princes, Qianqian has been wearing a light veil since she was in Jilu, and swore to the Holy Spirit of the Water Moon that only the future husband can see the true face."
Yun Xiyao couldn't help laughing, almost holding back her internal injuries.
Oops, a turtle!
The corners of Nangong Rui's mouth smiled, as if he heard the sound of flowers blooming.
Ling Qianqian's heart was pounding against the pair of purple eyes that were longing for each other, coupled with Nangong Rui's seductive smile, she suddenly lost her proportions.
"Nine Princes, this is the fate between Qianqian and you. The Water Moon Holy Spirit is hinting that the Nine Princes are Qianqian's destined husband. ”
"Sister Xiyao is the elder, Qianqian is willing to be the youngest, and she will be by the prince's side for the rest of her life."
In front of everyone's eyes, the reserved Water Moon Saintess is crazy about love, which is really an admirable "five-body throw".
Beauty is on the side, how can it not be?
Nangong Rui's eyes were even more smiling, with a natural and natural lazy aura, his fingers moved slightly, and the chopsticks slid down to Ling Qianqian's neck.
"Really? Well? ”
The tail note was low, Ling Qianqian's face turned red, and when she met the man's pair of purple eyes, she instantly lost all her strength, and her body involuntarily rubbed towards Nangong Rui.
The Nine Princes are finally fascinated by themselves! Haha, Yun Xiyao, your time to die has arrived!
Nangong Rui's thin lips opened lightly: "However, this king has already given you a chance!" ”
Opportunity? What chances? Ling Qianqian's eyes were confused, and she couldn't say what was wrong.
Nangong Piaoxue gave her a stupid look.
"As long as Qianqian can stay by the side of the Nine Princes, even if she is a slave or a maid, she is willing." Ling Qianqian rubbed towards Nangong Rui again.
Nangong Rui's low and hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Do you know what this king hates about you the most?" ”
Ling Qianqian shook her head again and again: "Qianqian doesn't know, please show the Ninth Prince, Qianqian will definitely do her best to correct it and ensure that the prince is satisfied!" ”
"Nine Emperor Brothers!" Emperor Yunxi tensed, realized that something was wrong, and wanted to stop it, but unfortunately he was half a beat too slow.
"No need, this king will help you. What this king hates the most is - your face! Nangong Rui's purple eyes were cold and terrifying, narrowed slightly, and flicked his fingers.
"Ahh
The woman's frightened cries came one after another, and the chopsticks in the hands of the Nine Princes actually became the "murder weapon" of the disfigurement of the Water Moon Holy Maiden.
Ling Qianqian sat there in a daze, her face numb, and she didn't know that a stream of warm liquid splashed out.
"Qianqian!" Ling Feiyu's face was frightened, and he dodged closer.
Ling Qianqian stretched out her hand to cover her face, frightened: "Brother...... My face...... Ahh
Ling Qianqian was like falling into an ice cave, it was her wishful thinking that ruined her proud face.
A fear of death spread rapidly, and a chill ran down his spine, chilling his heart.
Deathly silence.
Some people can't bear to look at it directly, so they just don't turn their faces. A beautiful woman was ruined in the hands of the Nine Princes in the blink of an eye.
Yunxi Heavy Minister shook his head silently, it was boring to ask for himself, how could the Nine Princes be coveted by ordinary people?
Nangong Rui is moody and unpredictable, in view of the special occasion of the recent autumn hunt, people did give two chances, euphemistically refused, leaving a way out, but the Shuiyue Holy Maiden said that she dreamed and trampled on the bottom line of others, isn't it asking for herself?
Yun Xiyao pondered Nangong Rui's words: This king hates your face the most.
What does that mean exactly?
"The Little Princess......"