Turning two streets, avoiding the hustle and bustle of hawking, the carriage moved slowly, through the gap in the curtain, several carriages decorated with splendid silk stopped on the side of the road, several small servants and maids lined up left and right, and a pair of handsome men and women were clustered in the middle.

The magpie's brow furrowed more and more: "They deceive people too much." ”

Needless to say, you can guess the identity of the talented and beautiful woman in front of her, the corners of Qing'er's mouth hooked slightly, and a sneer crossed her face, so soon to show off her martial arts, Murong Yan'er, but that's it.

"Coachman, go straight ahead without stopping." Murong Qing'er leaned lazily into the car, closed her eyes and recuperated, today's provocation is unavoidable, recuperate, just wait for the call.

Mo Zhuoran hugged the beauty in his arms, although he didn't approve of Yan'er's approach, he also connived.

A carriage with a sour and broken carriage that leaked on all sides drove arrogantly in front of Murong Yan'er, Mo Zhuoran raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "Who even cares about this king." ”

Murong Qing'er opened her eyes and looked at everything proudly. The coachman trembled and got out of the car tremblingly: "The little old man has seen the prince." ”

A cold wind blew the curtain of the car, Qing'er reached out and twisted the gravel under the seat of the chair, the index finger hooked slightly, flicked the middle finger, and the pebble hit the horse's buttocks accurately, neither light nor heavy, and the horse ran happily.

Murong Yan'er's face turned blue in an instant, and the horse's hooves were raised, and she couldn't wait to trample them under the horse. Mo Zhuoran's figure flashed, picked up Murong Yan'er and flew up, landing on the steps on the side of the road, the coachman who was still kneeling on the ground just now to ask for peace, rolled on the spot and almost crashed on the steps, and the maid and the maid were even more hugging their heads and running away, a mess. Although the magpie was stunned by the sudden situation, the scene in front of her made her heart happy. Approaching the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qing'er whistled a few times, and the horse obediently slowed down and kicked the ground in place. The magpie was dumbfounded, "Miss, when did you learn to train a horse?" ”

Murong Qing'er may not have been in the past, but Qing'er from the 21st century loves to ride horses in her spare time, these are all small tricks, "Okay, help me get out of the car." ”

Mo Zhuoran also rushed over with Murong Yan'er, "Sister, my sister and you haven't seen each other for two days, so why are you estranged." Suppressing the anger in his heart, his face showed a calm disguise, Mo Zhuoran's back stiffened and stood there like a mountain, and he disdained the jealousy between women.

Qing'er's chin was slightly raised, and a light smile hung on the corner of her mouth, "The horse is shocked, is it difficult for my sister to be like a beast." ”

The tone was neither humble nor arrogant, Mo Zhuoran's face was gloomy, "It turns out that the second sister is so naughty, but this king doesn't know." ”

"Prince Li's mind is on his sister, how dare Qing'er labor the prince's attention."

Qing'er stood aside obediently, respectfully waiting for the two to go in first, Murong Yan'er's eyes were full of ridicule, on the second day of the wedding, she got the news that the prince of Jin had not even stepped into the new house, but she could imagine how bad her life should be.

"My sister learned that my sister was given a cold reception last night, and I will definitely ask my father to seek justice for you for a while."

"Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people." The long and thick eyelashes brushed lightly on the delicate porcelain-like skin, cool and noble, making Mo Zhuoran's precipitated heart lake ripple, and the woman in front of her seemed to be different.

"Yan'er also has good intentions, Qing'er don't have to live up to Yan'er's wishes." In the past, Murong Qing'er was shy and coquettish when she saw him, and she spoke softly. Now, elegant and noble, gentle and Qinghua, he can't help but explore.

"Prince Li, the husband of this palace is the king of Jin, according to the generation, it is your fourth brother, Wang Ye Li does not call the fourth sister-in-law, the palace can not care, but Qing'er is the name of the palace, and Prince Li has overstepped it." Qing'er is not happy, sad, anxious or angry, her face is like a hibiscus, and her black eyebrows are crooked.

Mo Zhuoran never thought that such sharp words would come from this woman's mouth, and Murong Qing'er no longer had affection, attachment, or affection in her eyes when she looked at him, and there was not even a trace of resentment. On the day of the wedding, he was ruthless and resolute in humiliation, thinking that today he could see the pear blossom with rain and crying and questioning the woman.

The pain that slipped through the heart must be the emotion of the original owner. Qing'er was puzzled, such a man who regarded Murong Qing'er as dung, and sent it to other men's arms without pity, she would make him understand that Murong Qing'er was by no means the woman who was submissive and slaughtered before.

"Qing'er, I'm your sister, he's your brother-in-law, isn't it appropriate to say a few words to you?" Yan'er had nothing to say, so she made a mess, thinking that as her sister-in-law, Qing'er would be a little restrained.

"My sister is the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the female ring has long been known, and when she marries her husband, she naturally has to be determined according to the ranking of her husband's family, is it possible to enter the palace to see the emperor, and Prince Li still has to wait for the King of Jin to call his brother-in-law?"

The rising red sun slipped across the blue sky, like a naughty child, the red face playfully displayed between the blue and white, the cold wind of winter accepted the baptism of the warm sun, and the slightly warm heat slowly rose from the ground, making the silence between heaven and earth appear more cold and pale.

The magpie's eyes burned, and he couldn't wait to stare the man and woman out of their bodies.

The tears in Murong Yan'er's eyes were hanging in the balance, and Mo Zhuoran's anger and anger came together, exuding the hideousness of hell, "Since it is the day of Guining, Qing'er has repeatedly mentioned the fourth brother, why don't you see the fourth brother." ”

Everyone knows that on the day of returning to peace, the husband has not been with him, and most of them are going to be abandoned. Don't hit people in the face, and don't expose their shortcomings when scolding. Mo Zhuoran openly embarrassed herself, Qing'er had autumn waves in her eyes, and Ying Ying smiled, "Lord Li must be clear, the big wedding the day before yesterday, the marriage approved by the emperor, my sister should marry into the Jin Palace." Now, the prince of Jin is angry, maybe he is going to enter the palace to face the saint at this time, how can he accompany the palace to Ningning. "The implication is that Murong Qing'er came alone to worship you, and she didn't feel guilty at all, she was so justifiably difficult, and the dignified prince was a scumbag.

Qing'er turned and walked towards the door, and the magpie hurriedly followed. Under the bright sun, she wore a purple robe, the clouds at the corners of her clothes jumped red, and her footsteps did not pause at all, and she left resolutely. Mo Zhuoran was in a trance, and a sense of boredom occupied his heart, pulling Murong Yan'er to step in.

The courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion was cleaned, and the people were wearing brand new clothes, which was no less grand than the grand promotion of the master. However, this luxury and attention has nothing to do with her, from now on, the only thing that can make her worry about it here may be the third aunt, although there is no emotional bond, even if it is to pay off the debt for the original owner.

In the bright hall, a middle-aged man on the main seat is full of red face, and his eyes are bright, not like the insidious and cunning written in the novel.