Gongzicheng didn't know it, and looked in the direction that Ye Qinghuan pointed to, only to see a poorly dressed woman, sleeping beside him.

She still had a veil over her face, and she didn't know what she looked like.

However, looking at the figure, it is provoking and enchanting, and the skin is white and clear, which is tempting to commit crimes.

Gongzicheng took a deep breath, waved his big hand, and instantly lifted the veil covering the woman's face, and then, his whole body was petrified!

"Night, clear, happy—"

In a certain room in Tianxianglou, there was a man's angry roar, and there was a monstrous anger that wanted to cut the person he called with a thousand knives.

"So you know her?" Ye Qinghuan ignored Gongzicheng's sad and murderous gaze, but was lightly surprised.

Gongzicheng's face completely turned the color of pig liver, his breath was chaotic, he kept panting, his eyes stared at the leisurely girl, and his anger was monstrous.

The woman beside him, how could he not recognize it?

This daughter is a royal person, and she is also the niece of the Nine Emperor Uncles, her name is Murong Ruoli, and she is the county lord of the Protectorate Mansion.

When it comes to leaving the county lord, the people in the capital will scoff at it.

There is no other reason, just because Ruoli is called a bewitching devil in the figure of the county lord, which leads people to commit crimes, but she has a very ugly face, and her face is full of pockmarks, which is shocking.

Therefore, since the county lord was sensible, he wore a veil on his face, and he had a very eccentric temperament when he grew up.

Because there was no one to marry her, she didn't want to be low, so she played a game of raising a face in the Protector's Mansion, and she favored young boys, and she also had a penchant for sadomasochism.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys who died at the hands of the lord of Ruoli after being abused were not 100 but 50, all of them were children of poor families, and the victims dared not speak out.

Who made the Protector a hero of the founding of the country, and he held the military power, and he had a very good relationship with the Nine Emperor Uncles?

"Ye Qinghuan, this son really hates that he didn't poison you at that time and killed you!" Gongzicheng really hated Ye Qinghuan to the extreme at this moment, and he kept taking a deep breath to keep calm, otherwise he would want to hit his head to death.

Last night, I had a spring breeze with him and relieved the hatred in his body, and it turned out to be Ruoli County Lord, the Royal County Lord! How could he just be gone?

And since Ye Qinghuan has such a hand, it is obvious that he does not just want him to simply sleep with the county lord Ruoli for one night, but will definitely design him to marry the county lord Ruoli!

Oh my God! He is the first floor of the world's three protectors, and he wants to marry a woman who is extremely ugly and perverted to the extreme?

I really want to hit my head and die......

Ye Qing smiled, raised his eyebrows and said to Gongzicheng, who was so angry that he was about to get hurt internally: "The way you look now, it really relieves my hatred." ”

Did he think that if he gave her a resentful spring, it would be much better than a deadly poison? In the past six months, she has endured countless pains, and she is still ambiguous with Murong Jiu, she has suffered a lot!

If she doesn't seek revenge on him, the culprit, how can she be willing?

She has always been the only one who cheated people, when did someone cheat her?

"I don't know, would you rather marry the county lord of Ruoli now, or marry me, a femme fatale?" Ye Qinghuan suddenly looked at Gongzicheng with interest, and there was a hint of teasing on his face.

Childe Cheng was stunned, and immediately gritted his teeth.

Your sister! I'd really rather die if I marry you!

But...... Marrying Ruoli County Lord, he also wants to die headlong! Gongzicheng calmly looked at the Ruoli County Lord beside him, and a touch of disgust flashed in his eyes.

For a long time, under Ye Qinghuan's playful gaze, Gongzicheng pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and lowered his voice: "Night...... Little county lord, can you raise your noble hand? I'm willing to make amends for my previous mistakes in other ways. ”