Chu Lanchen, who was writing, shook his hand and destroyed the written word.

Looking at the stroke of being taken out of the elder, his face froze, thinking about a question: Do you want to kill these women directly?

They're really annoying.

With his power in this world, killing a few people is as easy as an ant, and there is no legal responsibility. However, he is a highly educated modern person, how can he kill people because of a single word, especially a woman.

What to do? It's really tangled.

After exhaling and breathing, he decided to find a justifiable reason to send these women out as soon as possible, but what method should be used?

Chu Lanchen's eyes slowly fell on Jiang Zimu, who was standing on the side watching the play.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose to reveal an evil smile, and then he said to Mrs. Rong, "Well, this king has promised the princess to accompany her back to the door today, and it should be too late not to go." ”

After speaking, he put down his pen, quickly pulled out the hand held by Mrs. Rong, threw off his robe and walked to the door, and when he passed Jiang Zimu's side, he said in her ear very gently, "Wang~ Princess, let's go." ”

What's the situation!?

Jiang Zimu didn't understand why Chu Lanchen suddenly agreed to go back to the door with him, and he was still talking in a weird way, seducing people.

And Mrs. Rong saw that Chu Lanchen was about to whisper to the goblin surnamed Jiang before leaving, and she expected that Jiang Zimu was here to intercept her own Hu, so she was not polite.

"Sister Princess, there is always a first come, first come, I made an appointment with the prince yesterday, I think, you should move back to the door."

Mrs. Rong spoke arrogantly, and she was not afraid of this princess who had fallen out of favor even more than herself.

Hearing this, Jiang Zimu suddenly felt that Chu Lanchen was making such a move just now, and he was pulling hatred for himself. He suspected Mrs. Rong of pestering annoying people to hide out, and he was here to use him as a shield.

Alas! As long as he blocks this arrow, he will go back to Jiang's house with him, and the task will be completed.

Thinking about it like this, Jiang Zimu was much more kind to Mrs. Rong, "Sister Rong, why are you so angry, I just borrowed your prince to use it, and I will pay you back at night." ”

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say, you don't come back early or late, but you came back today, it's not because the prince went to Mrs. Lan last night, you can't sit still, don't think I don't know."

As she spoke, Mrs. Rong ran to the middle of the door and stood, the posture was to block the door and prevent the people inside from going out.

Jiang Zimu wanted to say: What do you know, I only talked to the prince yesterday, and I must strike while the iron is hot to invite this cold-faced god to return to the door together!

But she didn't say that, she said it was very shameless, she married in for so many days, and she only met and talked to her husband yesterday, so miserable.

In line with the principle of peaceful coexistence, Jiang Zimu said patiently, "I don't want to compete with you for favor, you let me go, I promise to wash the prince and send it to you at night." ”

Mrs. Rong didn't believe this, yesterday the prince said that he would go to his place in the middle of the night, but he was not detained by that Lan slut, and now it will be more than ten hours in the evening, who knows what will happen.

"No, the prince is mine all day today, you go back to the door and move back." Mrs. Rong clasped her hands on her chest and shook her face.

Hey! Look at this tone, it's to force the concubine to blow up the king!

"Wu Huang—" Jiang Zimu also called out to his subordinates.

"The slave is here." Wu Huang descended from the sky and appeared outside the door.

"I'm going out and the door is blocked."

"Yes." Wu Huang didn't say a word, grabbed Mrs. Rong's back collar, and invited her aside.

", you dare to be disrespectful to Mrs. Ben—ah! A few of you haven't come to help yet......" Mrs. Rong pulled with Wu Huang while calling a few maids from outside the courtyard to help.

Ninghui Hall didn't let the maids enter, so Mrs. Rong's maids and Wan'er were stopped outside the courtyard by the little guys, but at this critical moment, the maids protected their masters, and they couldn't manage so much, so they broke through the little maids and rushed in.

Seeing that the fight was about to start, the princess inside took the opportunity to sneak out of the gate in one breath, and got into the carriage that had been prepared, and was a little surprised to see that a certain demon prince was already sitting inside, "Eh, you are here!" ”

"Didn't you want this king to accompany you back to the door, where should this king be if he is not here?" Chu Lanchen lowered his eyes and sat on the cushion of the carriage, waiting for a long time.

"What accompany me back to the door, you just use me as a shield." Jiang Zimu used her hand fan to state the facts, but in the face of the prince's husband, she spoke so casually.

Chu Lanchen smiled lightly when he heard this: Do you think that this king is just using you as a shield, he underestimates your usefulness.

After sitting stiff for a moment, Li Zhi shouted outside the window, "Lord Wang, my subordinates have something to report." ”

"What?"

Chu Lanchen sat up and leaned over to the window, listening to the whispers of people outside the window, so that he knew what was happening in the study, but he didn't say much, only told Li Zhi to go to the British Mansion.

"Eh, wait, my maid hasn't come yet?" A certain princess only now remembered her maid.

"This king is worried that your two maids will be killed." Chu Lanchen was disdainful, this woman actually instigated the maid to fight, there were many ways to get out, and she used the stupidest one.

Relying on the original owner's ability to embroider some fists and legs, Jiang Zimu has pulled Wu Huang to make a move in the past few days, and found that she is very skilled, so she is quite confident.

"What are you afraid of, don't look at the number of Mrs. Rong, with Wu Huang here, my two maids can't suffer."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Wu Huang to pull Wan'er out of the door, step on a horse and shout, "Go, go!" ”

Then I saw Mrs. Rong crying and crying and chasing out with seven or eight maids, with scattered hairpin rings on her head and crooked clothes on her body, seeing that Chu Lanchen's carriage had not left, she cried even harder, "Woo woo... Lord Wang, you have to be the master of the concubine..."

The carriage ahead had run away.

In the car, Jiang Zimu leaned forward and leaned back with laughter, but she was silent without laughing a few times.

Because a certain prince next to him was lazily crooked in the car, his eyebrows were closed as if he was sleeping, motionless like an ice sculpture, and a cold air emanated from his body!

At this time, Chu Lanchen heard that the girl in the car had stopped smirking, and then he opened a pair of beautiful eyes, lightly opened his thin lips and shouted coldly, "Jiang Zimu." ”

"Yes." Jiang Zimu agreed, pretending to be well-behaved.

This is the first time Chu Lanchen has called her name, and it is very uncomfortable to listen to her name and surname, and her tone is cold and overflowing, and there is a sense of oppression that makes people who listen have to agree.

But the sound is so good!

"Look up."

Well! He wants to see me?

Is it good to look at him in such a small space? The car is full of the smell of perfume on his body, so sultry, so shy, what should I do?

The girl who was sitting in the corner of the carriage frowned slightly, fighting against the little devil in her heart, just because the little devil was shouting again: pounce on him and bite him.

"Didn't you hear this king?"

"I hear you, lord." Jiang Zimu swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, drowned the little demon in his heart, raised his head, and a bright smile rippled on his small and round face.

But the gaze that greeted her was not what she had imagined.