He Dongfeng half-narrowed his dangerous eyes and glared at the woman in front of him. After three years of marriage, he didn't know that she had such guts. Why, don't pretend to be gentle and virtuous now?

Fu Qian shrunk her neck, and the eyes of the person in front of her were like sharp arrows, as if she was going to stab her to the point of being completely skinned.

Is this a human or a ghost, though? The ghost's words are too handsome.

The jade crown tied his hair, and he wore a gold-inlaid purple robe, lining his face like white jade. His sword eyebrows are obliquely raised into his sideburns, and his narrow peach blossom eyes have their own transverse waves, adding a touch of femininity; And the nose bone is straight and a little masculine and cold, and the sexiest thing is the chin commonly known as the "beauty point" under his thin lips.

This person's facial features are both contradictory and just right, Fu Qian intuitively felt that this man is not easy to get along with, either his mind is full of conspiracy, or he has a bad stomach.

In short, at a glance, she didn't have a good feeling.

Seeing him ripping himself with his eyes, Fu Qian stroked his hair, and looked back at him with a smile: "What, big brother dei, what does it mean to have something to say, staring at the cross-eyed?" ”

Cross-eyed? He Dongfeng glanced at her and laughed angrily.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, the princess's brain twitched, dare to talk to the prince like this, don't die.

Hua Rong was afraid that the master would offend the prince again, so she hurriedly rubbed beside her, and knelt down without saying a word: "Lord Wang, the slave is courageous, the master is already weak, and he is just hot and cold, so he must faint from heat stroke, if something happens again, I am afraid that it will not be easy to explain to the prime minister." ”

Fu Qian lowered her head and glanced at Hua Rong who was kneeling on the ground, and finally heard the question. The conjecture that had just swiped through her mind was indeed right.

Because of a word, she crossed over.

It was worn on the body of this princess, and the white-faced prince should be her husband if nothing else. As for the prime minister, it must be her family, her father or brother.

Fu Qian secretly thought, this identity is not bad.

However, before she could think about it, the man named Wang Ye suddenly slapped his palm on the case: "It's hard to explain? Then Fu deliberately injured Miss Shen Er's foot before the dance, how can he explain? ”

Fu Qian was stunned for a moment, and saw a figure covered with a goose yellow shirt and an emerald Luo skirt walking to the prince's side.

As soon as her face turned, Fu Qian was stunned.

What is called a face like a peach, thin eyebrows and smoke, it is this woman who is talking about. She combed her hair in a simple bun, embellished with a step, and her waist-length hair was like black satin, and her skin was like mutton fat and white jade. The slender waist and the delicate and graceful steps are like a fairy descending from the earth.

"The prince is angry, the dance is over, I don't blame Sister Fu." The beauty said softly.

is already coquettish, and when she opens her mouth, she looks more like a warbler, and she is like a jade bead, which makes people want to hold her in the palm of her hand.

How can there be such a beautiful person.

Fu Qian couldn't see it back to her senses, and she heard the prince sneer: "Such a person is also worthy of your sister?" You don't blame her, but this king can't spare her. ”

The cold-faced prince threw his eyes on Fu Qian, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and then he made a final decision: "Fu has lost women's morality, and he is demoted to a slave of the palace, and he is at his disposal." ”

Watt? Did you hear that right? Dare to love her to be a slave when she came through?

Fu Qian trembled instinctively, her whole heart clenched tightly, and she couldn't even breathe. She had to bend down and clutch her chest.

Nima's, the original owner's reaction was too intense.

Hua Rong hurriedly pleaded for the master: "The prince is aware that the princess did not hurt Miss Shen Er, this matter must be a misunderstanding." ”

"Princess? Who is the princess? Didn't you hear what this king just said? Palm! He Dongfeng looked at him coldly, and immediately went over to the rain, and without saying a word, he shook his palm and called out to Hua Rong's face.

Fu Qian gasped, and immediately made a red mark when she looked at the little girl's originally fair face.

Seeing that she was beaten and blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth and still hadn't stopped, Fu Qian couldn't help it, and stretched out her hand as if she was conscious, holding down the beater.

This abrupt move made Chaoyu have to stop.

Fu Qian herself is also very inexplicable, probably because this body still carries the memory of the original owner. can only smile dryly: "If you have something to say, what's the point of bullying a woman?" ”

Hua Rong looked at the master with emotion. was usually bullied, and the master had a calm attitude, but now he will help himself.

Fu Qian felt a cold breath coming to her face, and when she raised her eyes to look at the prince in front of her, she found that he was also looking at herself, and his eyes were just an advertising word, crystal bright and cold.

I didn't see the beauty and shouted delicately: "Lord Wang, spare her." ”

"Hmph." He Dongfeng flicked his sleeves and left.

When Fu Qian was about to help Hua Rong up, there were more figures in front of him.

I saw that the beauty was staring at herself, no longer her shy appearance, but her eyes were mixed with disdain.

"Isn't it fun? Sister Fu must take care of herself, don't end up being swept out of the palace and having no home to return to. ”

Fu Qian narrowed her eyes, this woman! I must have been wrong just now, what was stuck in her head was not a step shake, but a white lotus.

Shen Bishu turned sideways and sarcastically whispered in her ear: "My sister will marry into the palace in the near future, and Sister Fu will have to take care of one or two." ”

Fu Qian didn't say a word, and let her strutt away.

"Master, don't pay attention to her." Hua Rong got up from the ground, and her whole face couldn't be seen.

Fu Qian smiled: "Well, ignore it." ”

When her chest was not so blocked, she asked, "Who was that white lotus just now?" ”

Hua Rong was stunned for a moment, and tears welled up: "Master, you, what's wrong?" ”

That's the woman she hates the most, Shen Bishu, how could she forget?

Fu Qian always felt that Hua Rong looked at her like she was looking at a terminal cancer patient, so she could only snort twice and explain: "Didn't I fall my head, it hurt so much that I couldn't think of anything." ”

Before she finished speaking, she heard another cry beside her, and she turned her head to see a thin little girl.

"Don't cry." Fu Qian was almost one head or two big, and hurriedly went to lead the girl: "You just tell me well, maybe my head won't hurt after a while." ”

She pulled the two girls into the corner, and the three of them chatted in pieces.