"Lord Wang, it's Yan'er." The woman's delicate voice, soft and soft, the feeling of Nuonuo, the arrogant anger no longer exists, Gonggong Li has contempt in his eyes, why didn't such a woman see it clearly in the first place, thinking about Niangniang's death in vain, I hate to tear down this hateful woman.

King Li was unmoved, and gently spit out a word, "Get out." ”

Murong Yan'er was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning. Before marriage, although King Li couldn't talk about her in the wind and snow, he still had some friendship before and after the moon, if he hadn't been able to marry her at the risk of deceiving the emperor's grace.

Tears began to fall like raindrops, and Chu Chu was pitiful, and he even wanted to push open the frozen wooden door. Before her hand could touch it, a gust of wind struck, and her body fell into the courtyard like a rag doll. Father-in-law Li couldn't help but think about it, and flew to catch her, after all, she was newly married, and it would be true if she spread it. Gonggong Li indifferently ordered the doctor, and even the imperial doctor never mentioned it, and the maid took her away. Things happened too quickly, Murong Yan'er's stunned expression was chaotic, like a good-looking doll statue, left to be placed by others.

The little maid in the courtyard cleaned up the ground, but with a cup of tea, it was restored to its original state again.

The light in the study was extinguished, and the sky and the earth were pitch black, and there were no stars in the dark night, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

The Jin Palace's house was as cold as a fish sinking into the water, silent. Qing'er quietly touched the wall, turned over and jumped in lightly, carrying a few hundred taels of silver tickets in her arms, and her black eyes smiled so much that she couldn't even leave a gap.

The small courtyard, which was supposed to be black-lit, was now brightly lit, and even the weeds were eager to try, and a strange atmosphere that had never existed before shrouded here.

When the magpie saw the young lady, he wanted to make a sound, but was pulled by Mobao on the side. Qing'er patted the dust on her body and walked towards the magpie unhurriedly, not at all frightened by this sudden scene.

Mo Zhuofeng, the king of Jin in the house, although his eyes could not see, his ears were unusually sensitive, Qing'er's steady breathing, orderly pace, he could even feel the light smile on Qing'er's face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, hiding the vibration in his heart.

"Miss Murong, are you back?" Mo Bao spoke up first, thinking that such a title would embarrass her, but she didn't think about it, she smiled quite satisfied, "Lord Steward came to visit late at night, is there something?" ”

The magpie knows that his young lady will not suffer, not to mention a mere housekeeper, that is, the one in the house may not be able to bargain for the slightest. Breaking free from Mobao's clamp and running behind Miss, Qing'er was beautiful, her ink hair was light, and the little girl's clothes could wear such a demeanor, she was the first person, "Magpie, Miss, I'm hungry, go prepare dinner, this is beef, I want to eat beef noodles, remember that noodles must be chewy." ”

"Slave and maid, go now." The magpie can't wait to flash people, anyway, Miss is powerful, she has already seen it.

The pupils that were as deep as a cold pool were really indifferent to the extreme, and the domineering and cold aura made the surroundings add a touch of coldness. Mobao was directly ignored, and the door of the house was open. Qing'er's immature little face showed indignation. It's freezing outside, there's no charcoal fire inside to keep warm, and you can still accumulate some warm breath when the door is closed, these people are deliberately against her.

The man in the wheelchair had deep eagle eyes that seemed to be black as if he was trying to absorb the human soul, the bridge of his nose was high and shapely, and his thin lips were very tight, and it was not difficult to see his usual serious style, and he appeared in front of her eyes like this.

"Miss Murong went out late at night, can you tell me what the so-called is?" After this call to King Jin, he will regret it, and even hate to bite his tongue and never speak again, these are all later words.

"Since the prince calls Miss Murong, it must be Prime Minister Murong who can know my whereabouts, I don't know when King Jin will send me out of the house, the little woman is grateful." King Jin's boredom with her hung on his face, but fortunately, she was also interested, and she scattered in one shot and two to save trouble.

After taking medicine for many years, King Jin's sense of smell is sensitive, and since Qing'er came in, she exuded the fragrance of medicine all over her body, "Does Miss Murong want to leave King Jin's Mansion as soon as possible and go to King Li's Mansion again?" There was a hint of anger in his tone that he didn't even notice.

"King Li? Hehehe, that self-righteous guy, I'm not interested in a man who thinks of himself as high. "Murong Yan'er is a fool, less than half of Murong Fei'er, Mo Zhuoran's pride, naturally can't tolerate Princess Li's position and keep a useless woman.

This sentence fell into the ears of the prince of Jin, but it was another deep meaning, as the so-called can't eat grapes, I feel that grapes are sour, that is, this meaning.

"Oh, it's also a prince, and he can't get into Miss Murong's eyes, this king is surprised, the husband in Miss Murong's heart is not the prince." The crown prince has not married a wife for a long time, and how many boudoir women in the court are eager to wear it, and Murong Qing'er is also a layman.

"The crown princess? Not interested. The prince doesn't have to go around in circles, what's the matter with coming here? ”

"Half a month later, the queen mother's birthday, you will enter the palace with this king."

Qing'er was annoyed, and didn't take such a bully, "King Jin, we don't have a worship hall, and we don't have a cave room, these three, the emperor's holy decree gives marriage, you should marry Murong Yan'er who entered the door, since Prince Li and his sister Mu have already completed the boat." I think that the prince of Jin also has the mind of adult beauty, why not give me back my freedom and let me leave in the light. ”

Mo Zhuofeng's low-alcohol voice like fine red wine suppressed the emotions that were about to come out, "You are in such a hurry to leave? ”

"Nature."

"Well, after the Queen Mother's birthday, this king will arrange it."

"It's a deal." Qing'er's calm and indifferent pupils had a hint of anger.

Out of Qing'er's courtyard, a deep loss struck, Mo Zhuofeng looked back, and a trace of unbearable bitterness slipped through the corners of his mouth, "Lord Wang, the slave is dull, the birthday of the Queen Mother, it may not have to be Miss Murong to go together." Even so, the old slave thought that it was enough to send someone to run, so why bother to mobilize the people and bother the prince to come in person. ”

The night breeze blew, and the wisps carried up his ink, and the corners of his mouth were blurred with a smile, "The nirvana of the presiding master of Fenglin Temple has been unsolved since ten years ago, and I don't want her to be a woman and a son." Do you think she is really as unsightly as the outside world rumores? The king suddenly had some anticipation. ”

"The old slave is also very incomprehensible, the master presides over the fortune telling with her, and the prince personally sends him down the mountain, is there really a secret that no one knows?"

"Do you suspect that she is a spy sent to us by the Prince?" King Jin's breezy tone was stained with a thick slight anger.

Mo Bao's palms were soaked with sweat, and he didn't intend to give up the thoughts in his heart, "Lord Wang, it's always good to be more careful in everything." ”