In just a moment, he inquired about the matter clearly, and then went back to his life.

Wang Zhan listened to it, and couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, he usually looked at Xiaohua's side concubine who was very kind, how could she kill someone as soon as she made a move, it was really unseemly.

Wang Zhan raised his head slightly, and saw that the prince's face gradually became cold, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

He has served the prince for many years, and he knows his temper best, and it seems that there is about to be a storm.

Before he could finish his discussion, suddenly, Yingche got up and strode out, and he only felt a gust of wind passing over him. Wang Zhan hurriedly followed, looking in this direction, it was towards Guan Ju Pavilion.

Jiao Niang was worried that Shui Xiang had not invited Yingche, and suddenly heard the announcement from outside the house that the prince was coming, and her heart couldn't help but mention it, and her shoes were not put on, so she ran to the door to greet her.

"Your Highness, Wan An. Jiao Niang bowed shortly, but was not helped up by Yingche as usual, only felt that a white shadow in front of her passed through the line of sight, and the person walked into the inner room.

Qing Huan helped her up, and when Jiao Niang squinted, she saw Ying Che's black face as black as the bottom of the pot.

Jiao Niang waved her hand to let Qing Huan and them go down, and looked at Wang Zhan again, Wang Zhan was so smart, he immediately understood, bowed his head towards Jiao Niang, and quietly walked out of the room.

"Why didn't you call someone to report before Your Highness, Jiao Niang is so prepared. Jiao Niang smiled and walked up to Ying Che and handed over a cup of tea.

Ying Che looked at her coldly, even her voice was the same, gloomy as if she could freeze, "Didn't you invite this king to come?"

Jiao Niang's smile stiffened slightly, only for a moment, it was as sweet as ever, "Yes, His Royal Highness hasn't come to Jiao Niang for a long time, Jiao Niang is afraid that His Royal Highness will forget, so she has to send someone to invite." ”

Ying Che sneered, "Is it just because of this?" Ying Che grabbed the teacup one by one with his big hand, held it in his hand, but didn't drink it, and asked, "Jiao Niang, when did you become even afraid to kill people?"

There was a slight twitch in Jiao Niang's cheeks, and he really knew it.

Things don't come out of her mouth, there will always be deviations.

Jiao Niang smiled and tried to relax herself, "Your Highness already knows, and you should know the ins and outs of the whole thing if you want to come. It's not that the girl is ruthless, it's just that the slave bully the master, it's really hateful. ”

There were a little tears in her eyes, and her soft face reflected a little pitiful, "I just want to teach her a lesson, who wants to kill her if they are ruthless." ”

Ying Che picked the corners of his mouth, smiled like nothing, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's really easy to say." ”

In the face of Ying Che's cynicism, Jiao Niang's anger slowly arched to her heart, but she still maintained a smile, "Isn't it just a maid, why does Your Highness have to be so angry with Jiao Niang?"

She stepped forward and took Ying Che's hand, her eyebrows and eyes were flattering, and she said coquettishly: "It's a big deal that next time Jiao Niang will never do such a thing again, Your Highness will not be angry with Jiao Niang." ”

Ying Che stared at the plain-faced person in front of him with cold eyes, this delicate face is afraid that there is no one comparable to it in the world, and if he wants to say that his favorite place about this face is her eyes.

Her eyes were like a clear spring, pure without a trace of distraction. Whenever he was upset, as long as he looked into her eyes, it was as if the heavens and the earth were quiet, and his heart was no longer noisy.

But now, it has deteriorated, Qingquan is stained with blood, just like people are contaminated with desire, and he suddenly feels that she is no different from other women.

Ying Che retracted his hand indifferently and said sarcastically: "Sure enough, it's the king's side concubine, and it doesn't take a single life seriously when talking and laughing, and this king really underestimates you." ”

That look of contempt completely angered Jiao Niang, why did he despise her? Should she just be submissive, even the anger of her subordinates?

"Your Highness is decisive in killing, and the concubine is your woman, how can you not follow suit?"

Ying Che didn't laugh angrily, but suddenly clasped Jiao Niang's chin, "Okay, that's right, it's worthy of being my Ying Che's woman." After saying that, he was relieved.

Jiao Niang sneered and said bluntly: "Your Highness is so angry today, I'm afraid it's not because the concubine killed someone," she looked directly into Ying Che's eyes, straight hooked, and didn't dodge at all, "but because the dead person is heartfelt." ”

Ying Che frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

Jiao Niang sat down with her clothes unfolded and asked, "Why didn't Your Highness come these days?"

Ying Che didn't expect Jiao Niang to suddenly ask about this, and he couldn't say that he was awkward in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiao Niang smiled sarcastically and said: "It's because the concubine is not sensible, she should have arranged for Kexin to serve His Highness as soon as possible, and she should have invited herself to go down and make room for the people His Highness likes." ”

Ying Che listened to her words that didn't look for margins, when did he like Kexin? He was even more angry, "So you can't get used to her, you have to kill her?"

Jiao Niang is also stubborn, "That's right." ”

Ying Che was furious, "When did you become so jealous and so femme fatale?"

Femme fatale?

Jiao Niang looked at Ying Che coldly, and after a while, she turned her head over, but she chuckled.

Who turned her into this?

It's Hua Meiniang, it's Yu Chizhen, and he is Yingche.

Don't say that a woman's affairs have nothing to do with him, no matter in the previous life or this life, one by one, which thing is not related to him?

At this moment, Jiao Niang actually felt a sense of discouragement.

She was really tired, and she kept calculating from the day she was reborn.

Has she thought about it, forget it, it's all a matter of the previous life, just take it as a dream, isn't it okay to live her own little life?

But who dragged her into this place again, and made her fight endlessly.

Now, the man who dragged her to hell said that she had a femme fatale, yes, how could she protect herself if she didn't have a femme fatale?

Jiao Niang took a deep breath, and her eyes were gone, "If Your Highness is dissatisfied with the disposition of the concubine, then take a leave of absence." Jiao Niang looked at him and laughed, "Or, to die?"

It's just that before the last four words Jiao Niang could finish speaking, Ying Che stretched out his big palm, and had already grabbed Jiao Niang's neck and lifted her up, his fingers were on her skin, and the pulse under the skin was beating strongly and powerfully.

"Divorce you?" he smiled hideously, "Do you want to be divorced by this king so much?"

Jiao Niang was almost pinched by him, and he broke his hand hard, until he saw that Jiao Niang couldn't breathe, and then let go of his hand.

Jiao Niang took a big breath, and his ghostly voice was in her ears, "Do you think that even if this king divorces you, you are not afraid of remarrying." After all, with your appearance, it is not difficult to go to which mansion to be a concubine. What's more, you are the person who has slept with this king, and you are worth a hundred times more at one time, and the woman who has played with King Rui, who doesn't want to play with it? And your old friend, do you still think about him? But now it is different from the past, you are all second-hand goods worn by this king, he is not disgusting, this king is still disgusting!"

Jiao Niang immediately glared and raised her eyebrows, and threw a slap over, splitting her head is a palm.