The bustling street, people coming and going, traffic endlessly, Yun Qiange came out of the green building with a veil and a black face, damn, she knew why the news of white gloves was leaked out, so that now every household has white gloves, and the clue she finally found has been scrapped!

There was a beautiful stone sculpture in the wing room where she was talking to Wang Liang, and almost every wing room had such a stone sculpture for ornamental pleasure, but the stone sculpture in the wing room where she was was was turned out to be hollow!

Sure enough, someone had set an eye on her and made this stone sculpture, and she could hear the echo when she knocked it with her hand, and it was obvious that the person had been hiding in the stone sculpture the night before and heard their conversation clearly.

Who the hell is it that she will enter that wing room after designing......

The woman's face was solemn, strolling down the street, such a big stone carving would not be seen if she wanted to move flowers and trees? How did you put it in?

Her mind was chaotic, and she couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, a cyan figure suddenly crashed into her arms, followed by his panicked voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Dongfang Mingxuan raised his head in a panic, but he looked at a pair of eyes as cold as moonlight, and her slightly impatient voice: "Get out of the way." ”

Do you know she's busy right now? It's a mess. Yun Qiange stroked her forehead, bypassed the man and left, where did she think of it just now? Oh, by the way, it is impossible for so many people in Qinglou to blatantly remove the stone carving.

"Miss, save the slave family." Dongfang Mingxuan pulled Yun Qiange's skirt with tears in his eyes.

"Let it go." She ripped off the skirt on the man's hand, and the man pulled it up again, and then pulled it off and pulled it up again, she frowned, and her voice was as cold as if she was in an ice cellar: "If you don't let go, don't ask for your hand." ”

Dongfang Mingxuan was so frightened that he quickly let go, this young lady was so scary.

In fact, it's not that Yun Qiange is terrible, it's just that her current train of thought is still stuck on the problem, when she is thinking, she doesn't like to be disturbed the most, she knocked her head with her hand, ah, the original stone sculpture must still be in the wing, but it was hidden.

"Hey, who are you, if you know each other, hurry up and hand over the Oiran, otherwise your aunt and grandmother will beat you together." A familiar figure was walking towards her, she raised her eyebrows, in her memory it was her third emperor sister, Yun Qinshu.

Yun Qin was wearing a blue flowing fairy skirt, the skirt was embroidered with exquisite butterflies, the texture was luxurious and exquisite, and the whole skirt on her body really had that fluttering fairy feeling, because she was too thin.

She looks delicate, but her complexion is a little sallow, her steps are vain, it seems that it is caused by lingering in the flowers for a long time, she looks obscene, and her eyes are looking behind her.

Yun Qiange followed her gaze and looked behind her, dizzy, why did he pull her skirt again, the corners of her mouth twitched, with a little helplessness, and a little funny: "Are you really ready to use your hands?" ”

Look, life is like this, there will always be inexplicable things coming to the door, and she can't help refusing.

The man in front of him is indeed very handsome, with the soft and weak characteristics of a man who belongs to the country of women, he is wearing a green shirt, a layer of green yarn, his long black hair is tied up with a jade hairpin, under the curved willow eyebrows, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, hearing her words, his eyes quickly condensed a layer of mist, and his voice was helpless with endless sadness: "No, it's just, please help me, okay?" ”

Yun Qiange suddenly had a feeling that compared with her three husbands, this man really looked like a man in the female kingdom.