Chapter 9: He Used Her for Two Cities (2)

As soon as the word "good" in Jingling came out, he felt the woman next to him move.

Slowly, slowly, she wrenched his arm away.

Jing Ling reflexively stretched out his hand and wanted to grab her, but as soon as his hand moved, he remembered: Woman, not his woman anymore.

So, he stopped.

The woman left him, took three steps back, and then she turned her back to the crowd and stretched out her hand to untie her robe.

Jing Ling stared at her for a moment, for some reason, he should be happy and relaxed, but he only felt extremely anxious and depressed.

The woman took off her flaming red robe.

It was given to her by him. Zhou is the fire virtue, fire red, is the color of clothing that only the most noble people in the Zhou room can wear. In the past, he was the son of a Jin Bo, and he was not qualified to let his wife wear this color. Only the queen of the Zhou royal family and the favored princess are eligible to enjoy it.

However, that day, he looked at the fiery robe and suddenly felt that in this world, there was only one woman, and only his child, was worthy to wear this robe.

After she wears it, it must be incomparably gorgeous, it must be incomparably graceful and luxurious. That bright light must be able to overwhelm Queen Zhou and Princess Zhou who once wore a fiery red robe.

Sure enough, when the woman put it on, she was so gorgeous, like a goddess.

He knew that the woman was very happy, and although she was trying to suppress it, trying to be calm, he knew that she was happy.

She looked at him with a hint of anticipation and longing. That expectation and longing, he understood. Doesn't the woman just want to be his wife?

And now, she took it off, the fiery robe that made her ecstatic and longing for it.

The woman lowered her head, folded the fiery robe thinly, and then she walked up to him.

She held the fiery red robe, lowered her head, and said lightly and calmly: "Concubine Fu Bo, this robe can't afford it." is still with Childe, and since then, he has been a stranger. ”

Since then, it's been a stranger—

Since then, it's been a stranger—

Suddenly, Jing Ling's chest suddenly blocked, and a sharp pain twisted over.

His eyes were blank.

He looked at the woman blankly, at the woman with a calm face, so calm that there was no wave, and suddenly, he felt very irritable, very irritable.

His fingers moved. He wanted to reach out as usual, clasp her shoulders, force her chin up, and force her to look at him. As long as she looks at herself, her gaze will be shy, and infatuated.

But he couldn't move, he didn't have that qualification.

He's not qualified anymore.

Just as Jing Ling was staring at Wei Luo blankly, Wei Luo lowered her head, she put the fiery red robe at his feet, and then, she raised her head and smiled at everyone.

This smile was actually gorgeous like he had never seen before. It's a kind of beauty with the ultimate coldness.

Jingling couldn't help but look stupid.

A wave of depression boiled in his chest.

Suddenly, there was a little bitterness in his mouth.

Then the woman looked up at him.

She looked at him!

He knew that when she looked at him, her eyes would flash with a suppressed love, an infatuation, and a longing.

Jing Ling met her eyes with joy.

。。

She smiled very calmly and lightly, and in the eyes of the rippling ink jade, at this moment, there was no love or infatuation.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, this woman actually left him behind completely?

No!

Jing Ling stared at her closely.

In his gaze, the woman smiled faintly, her voice was calm, and she said gently: "The robe is at the feet of the king, you can practice it, you can burn it!" ”

With that, she turned around and walked towards Yoshinobu-kun.

Her steps are extremely decisive, and her figure turned without hesitation!

This woman! How dare she leave him so decisively?

Jing Ling pursed his thin lips, and felt the urge to draw his sword.

The woman came to Yixinjun, turned her back to Jingling, and her voice was beautiful and gentle, "Please give me a robe." ”

As soon as her voice fell, Yoshinobu-kun smiled.

He smiled happily, and there were tears in his eyes.

Duh, this collapsing courtier, can get such a stunning beauty, can get such a cunning beauty like Xiao'er, he will be happy.

Rejoicing and excited, Yoshinobu took off his white robe and draped it over the woman.

He took her in his arms.

Yoshinobu-kun held his baby in his arms!

He hugged so tightly! So tight!

It wasn't until there was a dull pain in his chest that Jing Ling realized that he had been holding his breath. He took a breath, but it was still to no avail, he was still extremely irritable, and there was still a frustration that rushed around his chest, making him want to roar, to kill and vent his anger!

"Horn", unconsciously, the bronze bottle in his hand was flattened by him, and the wine spilled on his sleeve.

The woman did not look back.

She didn't run to her side in small steps as usual, wiped the wine from her sleeve for herself, looked at herself gently, and her distressed eyes were always asking: Don't be angry, it will hurt you.

She didn't look back.

Not only did she not look back, but after Yoshinobu-kun's announcement, amid the laughter of everyone, she snuggled into Yoshinobu-kun's arms.

She actually hugged Yoshinobu-kun tightly and hugged him tightly!

She actually dared to put her face into Yixinjun's arms and rubbed it!

She hasn't done this to herself a few times.

She actually dared to be so dependent on this righteous letter king, so close!

This woman, this woman, this child. I, I.

Jingling, who was angry, suddenly found that he couldn't do anything, and he was no longer qualified to do anything to her.

Even if it's just scolding.

The woman was lazily nestled in Yoshinobu's arms, while Yoshinobin, the Israeli's courtier, grinned and happily hugged her and walked towards the top.

The woman is too close to this righteous believer.

This intimacy even angered everyone. All of a sudden, everyone around him was pointing at these two people and scolding them endlessly.

But those two people didn't pay attention to it.

They were still hugging each other tightly, and the damned woman had hugged the righteous man so tightly, so tightly, that she was so cheap that she wanted to squeeze herself into the body of the righteous and become one with him!

The anger is monstrous.

Jing Ling took a deep breath, raised his head and drank the wine he had poured. He drank the wine a little embarrassed, and most of the wine spilled on the placket of his clothes. Thankfully, no one noticed the scene.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, Jingling secretly thought: Jingling, Jingling, it's just a woman, you're too concerned.

So, he leaned lazily towards the collapse and laughed, "It's just a woman's ear, why should you care too much? Today, everyone gathers for He Jingling, the time is easy, please drink this cup! ”