To her, this Wang Xun is really nothing, but she patiently explained it, not in his face, but just to let those passers-by who watched the excitement hear the whole story of the matter, that is, in the future, because it has an impact on her own divorce, she will not just fall to one side.

At the same time, someone in the crowd shouted: "Okay, it really deserves to be the daughter of General Anguo." He clapped his hands as he spoke.

And in the palace of King Chen, a tree of white plums bloomed one after another, fine white petals spilled into the house through the carved windows, the chaise longue was covered with black mink, and on it lay the king of Chen, Zhao Yiyi, who was supposed to appear at the door of the palace to greet his relatives.

His posture is lazy, his water chestnut face is handsome, the slender peach blossom eyes under the sword eyebrows are slightly provoked, seemingly affectionate but ruthless, his thin lips are lightly pursed, and a cold and charming smile is raised, and his clothes are half-dissolved, faintly revealing his vigorous figure.

A woman beside him leaned on him in an ambiguous posture, a plain white jade hand teased the tie of his shirt, and spoke softly, but the words she said were not polite at all.

"Lord Wang, I didn't expect Mu Mingshu to give you a son like this, it's really too bad."

It's not that she doesn't know what to do, she can enter this Chenwang Mansion with the eyes of King Chen, and she is already burning high incense on the ancestors, she is good, and she even beat a rake, and in the end, she actually said the words of divorce in public, which is not only a loss of her own face, but also a loss of King Chen's face.

Zhao Yiyan kissed the woman's face with a smile, but a pair of claws climbed up to the woman's fierce front and rubbed it, making the woman gasp for breath, then withdrew his hand, twisted a strand of her ink hair and played with it in his hand, his eyes were wandering, and he sat up for a long time, and said expressionlessly: "Change clothes." ”

He wanted to see how Mu Mingshu, who couldn't move his steps when he saw him, refused to marry.

But the woman was clearly unwilling, she still stuck to him, Qianqianyu put her hand on his vigorous chest, and said delicately: "Master, Chu Yao is on the string, but you want to change your clothes at this time?"

Her eyes were full of charm and begging, and her jade-white thin legs hooked, which made Zhao Yiyi smile, and she really straightened her up and dressed on the spot.

Zhao Yiyi definitely wanted to see how Mu Mingshu showed his face and quit the marriage in public, could it be that she was a woman who divorced and had a good family to marry.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, and his steps became bigger and bigger, Shen Chuyao looked at Zhao Yiyi who was striding away on the chaise longue, clenched his fists fiercely, bit his lip, and his eyes were vicious.

Mu Mingshu's sedan chair had been lifted generously and walked back, her palms were fine and dense sweat, and her heart was up and down, both nervous and surprised.

She was humiliated all her life in her previous life, and she finally got angry again in this life, and she no longer wanted to be the Mu Mingshu who lived by men in the past.

When the sedan chair was carried out of the Mu Mansion, it was knocked and beaten all the way, and when it went back, it was very quiet, but it was still inevitable that those people who were doing good things would watch the lively mentality.

Mu Mingshu sat in the sedan chair and didn't have the heart to listen to the movement outside, she only felt that the road from King Chen's Mansion back to Mu's Mansion was so long, so long, it made her angina ache.

The past flashed in my mind one by one, Zhao Yiyi's growing strength, the tragedy of Mufu's annihilation, Wen Ziran's dying glance, and the truth that she didn't know until she died, the more she thought about it, the more painful her heart became, and she only felt that there was no one as stupid as her in this world.