Chapter 142 Inform the third lady that she will go to Los Angeles with her tomorrow to enjoy peonies

"But how could the prime minister take refuge under the prince because of a concubine, if the prince marries Bai Yanwei, then Bai Qingqiu, the eldest lady of the prime minister's mansion, will become a person who leaves His Royal Highness. The forces of the Prime Minister's Mansion will also be attached to the palace because Bai Qingqiu married. Lord, haven't you always wanted to win over the prime minister? ”

"The eldest lady of the Bai family is also interested in the prince, as long as you put more thought into her, it is inevitable that the prime minister will be able to take refuge in the prince in the future."

"Yan Wan, don't be unreasonable to your master!"

"I-"

"Stand down!"

Yan Wan's face turned a little pale, she glanced at Jin Rong's bad face, and retreated unwillingly.

"The prince wants to start with the king this time?"

Jun Yunyu's shallow gaze was withdrawn from the beauty on the pattern and fell on Jin Rong's face.

"This king doesn't know that Jun Lici is so affectionate to her that for her sake, he doesn't hesitate to even have a reputation and style. The status of the king is noble, the monarch is in the court, the military power is in hand, the queen mother has listened to the government many times, and the majesty is also above the emperor many times, the women in the world pursue glory and wealth, in the face of such an excellent and hard-to-find man entanglement, who can refuse? ”

"So you, Lord Wang, want to strike first?"

The purpose of the prince has always been to use Bai Yanwei to contain Jun Lici, this time Bai Yanwei returned to Beijing, Jun Lici changed his normality, he didn't care about anything, he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion all day long to coexist with Bai Yanwei, and even the words of Helu's marriage were released, and if this continued, the prince's containment would have no effect.

The best plan at the moment is to pull Bai Yanwei to the side of the prince, and the prince will watch, the more affectionate the monarch is to Bai Yanwei, the more beneficial it will be to the prince of his family.

Of course, it would be best if Bai Yanwei could be emotionally attached to his prince, but...

Not only the prince of his family, but even Jin Rong himself could feel that when Bai Yanwei faced his master, there would always be an inexplicable hatred in the depths of his eyes.

Thinking of this, Jin Rong looked worried again, Bai Yanwei is not an easy character to deal with, it seems that he is just the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but if she really fights with the daughters of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I am afraid that even Bai Qingqiu may not be her opponent.

is obviously just the third daughter who grew up in the countryside and has been abandoned by the Prime Minister's Mansion for many years. Why is the stability, behavior, and style in the Prime Minister's Mansion no less than the daughters of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"The peony in Los Angeles has bloomed, Jinrong."

I don't understand why the prince suddenly came to such a sentence, Jin Rong slightly congratulated: "Prince." ”

"You personally go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and inform the third lady that this king will go to Los Angeles with her tomorrow to enjoy peonies."

"Lord Wangβ€”"

Jin Rong's face changed when he heard this: "Is it a bit too exciting for the prince to do this, the queen mother has not yet decreed marriage, and now the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, as we all know in the capital, she is now a person who has left His Royal Highness, if you are the prince..."

"His majesty and majesty can be so swaggering and swaggering, why can't this king?"

Jun Yunyu smiled slightly, and her shallow and gentle face was like a beautiful moon: "My Fair Lady, the gentleman is good." In the third lady's extra-show wisdom, the smart woman should be more attentive. ”

Even if Jin Rong has been by Jun Yunyu's side for so long, he can't understand the meaning of his words at this moment.

The knife's lips pursed: "Yes, lord." ”