The amazing woman who was dressed strangely but not too hot, with heavy makeup and glamorous face, seven points of posture and three points of dress, Zhai Xiying glanced at her with disdain, and said secretly: It can't compare to a dead woman.

"What about Princess Ben talking to you? Didn't hear? The woman continued to mess around.

Zhai Xiying grabbed Youruo's hand and tightened it a little, signaling her not to grab her head. And Youruo didn't plan to deal with this kind of woman, losing her three views.

"Xiaoxi, don't be rude!" The calm tone, the rough but magnetic voice, attracted the eyes of the faint people.

The man who happened to speak looked into Youruo's eyes and sighed secretly: Such beautiful eyes are like stars that will twinkle in the night sky, and the water is full of agility. I've never seen such beautiful eyes.

Immersed in the pair of eyes for a moment, Zhai Xiying noticed that the man's gaze fell on Youruo, and pulled it to make Youruo return behind him.

"I wonder who this woman is?" and Shicai's tone was a little gentler.

Zhai Xiying generously explained again: "The woman of this king, I said it just now!" ”

The man's knowing eyes asked, "This prince is willing to exchange ten beauties, I don't know what the prince wants?" ”

Zhai Xiying snorted coldly, "The woman used by this king, even if she kills it, she won't give it to others!" ”

Ouch~, hearing Zhai Xiying say this, Youruo was not happy!

The prince was a little angry, his face was ugly, this was the first time he had been refuted, and he was still so cruel.

"King Ying, this prince is kind to deal with you, why do you lose face so much!"

Zhai Xiying's evil face climbed several layers of ice, "Face? Prince Hatangxuan, this is the Sheng Tian Dynasty! ”

The territory of the Sheng Tian Dynasty, the little prince of the barbarians, is also embarrassed to trade with him? Don't say it's a person, it's just a thing, they are savages, and they are not qualified to take it!

"King Ying is not angry, it is the prince and princess who are arrogant, now, it should be arranged for us to stay in the embassy, right?" The messenger sent by the barbarians is quite shrewd.

first tolerated the provocation of his own prince and princess, and when he saw that he was falling behind, he interrupted!

Zhai Xiying finally smiled, turned around and motioned to the royal army to form a team, and let the barbarians have a way to enter the city.

Youruo and Zhai Xiying rode heavily on horseback, walked in front of the barbarians, and slowly swayed back to the palace on the official road.

When I arrived at the palace, I didn't care about Zhai Xiying, ignored others, and directly took Youruo into the carriage of King Ying's mansion and returned to the house!

In the car, Yu Ruo was lying on a cushion and said, "It's rude that you greet your guests like this!" ”

"Hmph~! When my father sent this king to greet them, I should have expected that this king would not be amiable! ”

Who is the Ghost King? Will Zhai Yuan know? Giving this errand to Zhai Xiying, you have to be prepared to calm the sullenness of the 'distinguished guest'.

"Tonight, do you need to enter the palace?" Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, and the feast of the palace is sure to be lively.

"Wait for news!" In the past, Zhai Xiying never participated in feasts. All royal affairs have nothing to do with him.

It's just that since Lu Youruo entered the Ying Palace, he would order Zhai Xiying to bring Lu Youruo to participate in everything.

Back at King Ying's Mansion, it was just past lunchtime. But Lu Rong had already served the food intimately.

Eating the side dishes from Lu Rong's skillful hands, he generously gave a bowl of rice to Zhai Xiying to taste.

"Woman, you have a lot of appetite!" Zhai Xiying glared at Lu Youruo and nibbled on two bowls of rice.

Yuruo glanced at him, "There's another one in the stomach!" ”

Zhai Xiying smiled, her deep eyes narrowed, "Eat, it's better to give birth to a white and chubby baby weighing ten pounds." ”

Yuruo's red lips pulled perfunctorily, but he didn't reply......

(Markor Literature-)