The sound of the prince's words and the movements in his hands all made Zhao Qingyan feel a chill. Every pore of her body cried out with fear and nausea, but her strength was simply not enough to resist the Prince.

As long as the prince exerted a little force, she couldn't move. Zhao Qingyan was forced to be confined in the prince's arms, and she couldn't move her body, so she had to keep her head back, trying to avoid the prince's hand that was groping her face.

If she was still able to move at this time, she would definitely not let go of the prince easily. Zhao Qingyan's eyes gradually dimmed, the prince dared to threaten her and force her to be anxious, she didn't care who the person who treated her so much!

"Let's go." The prince closed his eyes and chuckled, his face rubbed against Zhao Qingyan's face, and without waiting for Zhao Qingyan to scold him, he directly hugged him horizontally. "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Zhao Qingyan exclaimed coldly.

Because of being hugged horizontally, Zhao Qingyan hit the prince with his elbow, and his body jumped off the prince directly regardless of it. After landing, Zhao Qingyan took a step back violently, keeping a distance from the prince.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please respect yourself." Zhao Qingyan looked at the prince with cold eyes, she stretched out one hand and pointed at the prince, and her slightly open lips were still panting very lightly.

At this time, what the prince really wanted to do had been debunked by himself, and Zhao Qingyan, who had no Wen Qiao, was a fried kitten, although it was fierce and ruthless, but it had no substantial lethality.

was offended by Zhao Qingyan without any etiquette, but the prince showed no signs of anger. He looked at Zhao Qingyan and didn't answer, the expression on his face was even more smiling, and Zhao Qingyan's resistance aroused his mind to play with people.

"Tsk."

"Since Miss Zhao is so anxious, then we won't wait, as you wish." The last word in the words fell, and as soon as the prince's hand was stretched out, and with a force, Zhao Qingyan fell into the prince's arms uncontrollably again.

This time, she really didn't even have a chance to struggle. She was so angry that the anger in her heart kept coming out, and she was about to scold the prince, but the prince was already prepared, and one hand directly pinched her jaw.

Zhao Qingyan only felt that the place where she was pinched by the prince was in pain, she was forced to raise her head, and the next second she felt that her whole body turned around, and she was resisted by the prince on her shoulder!" Are you crazy!" Zhao Qingyan was shocked, and only then did she realize that the prince was really careless here.

The Prince's Mansion is his territory, and the subordinates in this mansion naturally dare not resist him. And he is alone here, and when the time comes, as long as the prince casually asks people to blame her, he can make her never turn over.

The prince had already walked out of the back garden with Zhao Qingyan on his shoulder, and just after passing through a circular arch connected to the outside of the back garden, he was greeted by a subordinate in blue-gray clothes. When the servant saw the crown prince saluting him, he said, "Your Highness, Wen Shizi is here."

The force on Zhao Qingyan's hand increased a little more, and Zhao Qingyan heard what his subordinates said, and he was overjoyed. She moved her hands to hammer on the prince, and said in a vicious tone: "His Royal Highness the prince, my husband is here."

"Well," the prince turned his head to look at Zhao Qingyan and answered her words, "but what if he comes?" After talking to Zhao Qingyan, the prince ordered to the subordinates who came to report: "Find someone to drag him first, and let him in today." Then don't stay any longer. ”

"Yes, yes." The subordinate hurriedly answered, and then turned around and ran away without stopping for a moment.

Zhao Qingyan watched the man walk away, she gasped fiercely, fortunately, Wen Qiao arrived in time today! The prince swept Zhao Qingyan with a smile, and then carried her forward without saying a word.

The entrance to the Prince's Mansion.

Wen Qiao's handsome face was still covered with hot sweat, he closed his lips tightly, and his deep eyes burst out with a cold light and swept straight towards the person who stopped in front of him, "What do you want to do?"

The subordinates who stopped Wen Qiao were seen by Wen Qiao's eyes, but at the same time, the face of the current prince flashed in his mind, he had been on an errand in the prince's mansion for many years, and no one in the mansion did not know the prince's means.

"Wen Shizi, the crown prince has rested. Come back another day. The subordinate who stopped Wen Qiao said.

"Really?" Wen Qiao squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the person in front of him, and he said, "When the prince rests, please ask him to rest, I am here to pick up my wife." You," Wen Qiao moved his right hand and said, "Get out of the way."

The subordinate had a flattering smile on his face, but the action that stopped him did not change, "Wen Shizi, this is the Prince's Mansion." If you disturb the prince, what if the prince will be blamed later?"

Wen Qiao had only been gone for a few hours, and he didn't believe that Zhao Qingyan had returned to Huai'en Houfu. The more the people in front of him stopped him, the more he felt that something was wrong. After a few repeated arguments with his subordinates, Wen Qiao's good temper was exhausted.

The subordinate didn't have the slightest intention of letting him in, Wen Qiao's eyes instantly turned cold, and then he raised his hand and directly grabbed the placket of the subordinate's clothes. He pulled the man in front of him and looked at him silently with cold eyes.

Then the strength of his hand loosened, and the person was put down on the ground. He walked around the man and walked inside, and a startled voice came from behind him, "Stop him!" There are more than twice as many people guarding the door at the gate of the Prince's Mansion than usual.

After the subordinate finished speaking, the other subordinates each took a stick in their hands, and they held it and cautiously pointed it at Wen Qiao. For these subordinates, Wen Qiao didn't pay attention to them at all.

If nothing really happened, the prince would definitely not tear his face with him. Thinking of what might happen, Wen Qiao's sanity was almost lost, and he beat the subordinates who wanted to stop him to the ground with a few movements.

Clearing the obstacles that wanted to stop him, Wen Qiao hurried to the prince's mansion quickly. Walking through the back garden, he saw the bright yellow figure he was very familiar with from a distance. In this whole country, there are only two people who can wear bright yellow.

It is no longer necessary to say who that person is. Wen Qiao's sharp eyes saw that the prince was still carrying a person on his shoulder, and that person was even more familiar to him! Wen Qiao flew over with light skills, he landed without making a sound, and as soon as his hand stretched out, he grabbed the prince's shoulder in time.

"Your Highness." There was no emotion in Wen Qiao's voice, and he said, "Is it a little inappropriate for you to do this?" After Wen Qiao's words were finished, he reached out to pick up Zhao Qingyan without waiting for the prince to explain. The prince's hand was still on Zhao Qingyan's body, and Wen Qiao broke it hard, and broke the prince's hand with ten percent of his strength.

Seeing Wen Qiao, a burst of tears welled up in Zhao Qingyan's eyes, she was carried into his arms along Wen Qiao's movements, and shouted with a crying voice: "Wen Qiao ......"

This happened only a few hours after Wen Qiao left, and he knew that Zhao Qing must have been frightened. He raised his hand and patted Zhao Qingyan's back, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, don't worry."