"Yan'er?" Joan of Arc called lightly, and hurriedly caught up with the little figure who escaped in a miserable white, and caught Yanran who was about to vomit in the cuckoo bush that was far away. "What's wrong?"

"I'm --- uncomfortable---"

"Oops, you're alright." Joan of Arc hurriedly patted Yanran, who knelt down and vomited, and held her in distress.

When Yanran's stomach went through a complete catastrophe, the whole person was paralyzed in the gazebo, Ren Zhende pillowed her head in his arms, and fanned her while urgently calling someone to serve.

"Did you have a bad stomach, Yan'er?"

"Probably---" Thinking of the scene just now, she began to sick to her stomach again. "What did those two maidservants do?"

"Nope."

"Then why did the prince punish them like that?"

"The prince didn't punish them, I think he likes them a lot, just look at how hard he whipped them."

She smiled and stroked Yanran's delicate hair.

"That's love?" Yanran looked up and screamed at her eye to eye. "If I do something wrong, Qingyuan will only beat me very painfully, but he has never injured me, why is someone who has not done anything wrong being beaten by the prince?"

"Ah, Yan'er is so cute." Joan of Arc cupped her pink cheeks intoxicated. "Your mind is like your people, it's so cute, it's so cute."

What is Joan of Arc talking about, the bull's head is not the horse's mouth.

"Lord Wang, he --- like to treat his maids like that--- especially the maids he bought for him." She caressed Yanran happily as if she were caring for a treasure. "Everyone has their own little hobbies, and it's not a big deal. It's just that the prince often doesn't know the severity of his actions, and he beats people into cripples and kills, and there are many of them. However, this matter is usually handled secretly, so few people in the house know about it at all. ”

She suddenly got ambiguously close to Yanran's ear, chuckling and exhaling.

"Qingyuan is the only one who knows."

Yan Ran was stunned.

"Because he is responsible for cleaning up the mess for the prince, he can't even look at these filthy facts if he doesn't want to."

"Why is the prince so bad?" Yan Ran scolded in disgust.

"He's broken, he's worth emulating. Although he spoiled a lot of girls, yes, they were all done neatly and without showing traces. A while ago, he also asked the scribes in the palace to compile and select the best lyrics since the Northern Song Dynasty, and won the emperor's approval, and the emperor also planned to hand over the important task of compiling the poems of the four dynasties and the ancient literature Yuanjian. Look, not only does he handle his personal affairs properly, but he also takes care of his official affairs beautifully, which is very powerful. ”

"It's huge. He was already very shameless when he abused those girls, and he was even more shameless as if he didn't have such a thing, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality on the surface, and did some dirty things behind his back, he was a bastard to the point that he was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, and he was a shameless man in the world! ”

"To be a big official and to become a big thing, which one is not like this?" Joan of Arc giggled softly, loving the way she blushed when she was angry.

"How do you know the prince's secret?"

"I saw it secretly, but I won't be stupid enough to interfere like Qingyuan."

"Interference?"

"Transfer the maidservants bought by the prince to his cold spring garden to do chores. He thought that he could protect people in this way, ha, what's the use, the prince can buy it again, he is desperate to save it like this, but the prince can buy it in batches and batches. ”

Yan Ran suddenly remembered the fat and thin girl in Cold Spring Garden before.

"It's stupid." She leisurely played with her soft white jade hands. "The girls who were abducted to Cold Spring Garden still thought that they were favored by Qingyuan, and they wanted to be his people all day long, so as to elevate their status. The girls who are not moved by Qingyuan's words think that one day they will become the prince's people and achieve more glory and wealth, so as not to dump Qingyuan's chicken wife. ”

Yanran froze, unable to speak for a long time. "Qingyuan, why didn't he explain ---?"

"Do you say to those people that his father is a big whore who abuses young girls?"

Yanran couldn't answer.

"How can we show jokes to outsiders. It's really funny that Qingjue and his brother's big idiots still revere their Ama as if they were perfect people. ”

Joan of Arc laughed wildly, ignoring Yu Yanran's blank face. Lean over and whisper.

"You see, not only Samadhi can tell you Qingyuan's secrets, but I can too, and I even know more than him. If there's anything you want to know, just ask me. Do you feel like I'm the best for you? ”

Yan Ran was always frozen without a soul and a soul, and two vague figures in the distance made her rise to the ground and kill like a leopard.

They believe that although the Four Dharma King Sutras were successfully burned, they caused trouble for Xiao Shunzi to lead the government to the door. Therefore, they decided that the mission had failed. Ying Hui sighed.

"What about my punishment?"

"Pending execution." One of the worst of the punishments.

Qingyuan chuckled: "I have drawn a lot of money for everything in my life, even punishment." ”

A whirlwind slammed into Qingyuan's arms, sticking to him tightly, almost embedded in his body.

"Yan'er?" Ying E was stunned.

"What are you doing?" Qingyuan stared in disgust.

Yan Ran didn't say a word, and tied him motionlessly, like a stone.

"What's going on?" Ying asked.

Qingyuan also noticed her abnormality, and was about to speak, but Joan of Arc, who was running in broken steps, had already given him an answer.

Joan of Arc stood panting in front of him, her face grim and her eyes full of hostility.

"I remember I warned you, keep me away from Yan'er."

Qingyuan looked back indifferently: "I also remember that I didn't promise that I would do it." ”

"I've got a crush on her."

"Apparently she's not interested in you." Qingyuan can caress the little head in his arms.

"What I fancy must be mine."

"And what you don't like is garbage? Before we are married, you have no right to meddle in my private affairs. He was still upset about Joan of Arc's bullying of all the maids in Cold Spring Garden.

"Do you think I'm going to marry a disgusting animal? I'll tell you the good news, I'm not married, and our marriage ends here. She chuckled.

"How is this possible?" Ying Yi exclaimed.

Qingyuan's Ama tried his best to climb the shortcut to the power of Joan of Arc, and in order to please her, he did not hesitate to let Qingyuan, who she fancied, enjoy all the privileges in the house. Joan of Arc's empathy and love, Qingyuan has lost its use value, how can the prince give him a good life.

"If you like Yan'er, just like it, why ruin your marriage contract?" Ei-e tried to persuade him.

"Instead of being with a fake woman, I might as well raise a real Yan'er."

"But you're going to kill Qingyuan like this! Why don't you want to think about what the prince will do with Qingyuan because he lost your bargaining chip! "Why did she suddenly lose interest in Qingyuan?

"She just wants me to be disposed of by Amma, so that my things will be completely hers." Including Yanran.

"No--- no, no."

"Yes. In order to save her bargaining chip, Amma will let her take what she wants, and she can get anything she wants. ”

"This is simply ---" Ying Hui was so angry that he didn't have anything to say, and instead pointed at Yanran and scolded, "It's all you, all the chaos is because of you, I really suspect that the reason why your master Yuanqing let you be confused here is precisely to let us have infighting, so that we can die Qingyuan!" ”

Yan Ran raised his head angrily, and bit Ying's accusation fiercely, and he screamed in pain.

"Don't you think you haven't gotten into enough trouble?" Qingyuan leisurely clamped her jaw with his palm, forcing her to let go.

She excitedly wanted to say something to him, but there was no sound, her annoyed little face wrinkled, and she simply buried herself in his arms, turning her head vigorously and rubbing his chest.

The emotions that words can't convey are all vented on the rough hugs.