The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Du Shi picked up the ginseng soup and took a slow sip. He said slowly: "The news came just now that a rough maidservant, Murongxue retired to Jingwang Mansion, all were sent back ..."

Murong Rou's eyes flicked: "Mother means ..."

"Murong Xue is determined to retire, but King Jing refuses to agree. The two of them are in conflict, and we can just take advantage of it and let Qingyan replace Murong Xue and marry into King Jing's mansion!" The light flashed in the pupil.

"It's ... not good." Murong Rou frowned lightly. "After all, Qing Yan's surname is Song, not Murong, not the direct line of Jin Guohou's ..."

Du's disapproval: "They all belong to Zhenguhoufu's heirs, and what does it matter if they are the first lady and the second lady?"

"But the old prince Jing has a close relationship with Murong Yue. He made Murong Yue's daughter a daughter-in-law and would never agree to Qingyan marrying." Murong Rou looked at Du Shi and disapproved.

"Old Master Jing doesn't agree, we can think of a way to let him agree ..." Du's whispered, his eyes flashing meaningfully.

Murong Rou frowned as she saw that she had been fighting for decades in the house, and she knew exactly what Du's method was like: "This ... well, Qing Yan's reputation is ruined, she can't be a concubine ... … "

Du's face was dull and he stared at her unpleasantly: "What are you dreaming about? Ye Yichen has a sweetheart. He and Murong Xue are so stiff, not because he wants to demote Murong Xue as a concubine. To make room for his sweetheart? Qingyan married the Jing Wang Mansion and could only be a side concubine. If she touched the position of the concubine, I'm afraid he didn't even know how he died ... "

Murong Rou choked, and it appeared that Ye Yichen's maintenance of Qin Yuyan, as well as his iron-blooded wrists, thrilled a cold war: she almost forgot about it, and Qingyan entered the Jing Palace, and she really could only be a side concubine!

Ye Yichen's noble identity, extraordinary ability, and heavier power, marry him as a side concubine, better than marrying other family children as a concubine.

Qingyan and Yeyichen had a marriage contract, and Tianwen ’s second room was no longer vicious, and he did n’t dare to stir up casually. After Qingyan ’s marriage to Jingwang Mansion, although his status was not as good as Qin Yuyan ’s, it would n’t be too low. ...

Looking at the eyes she agreed with, Du's nodded with satisfaction: "When Qingyan marries into Jing Wang Mansion, Jing Wang will become our strong backing. At that time, we can rectify Murong Xue without consideration ... Become the real owner of Zhenguohou ... Maybe you can go back to Mrs. Wuanhou again ... "

"Bang!" The closed door was vigorously pushed open, and Song Qingyan broke in with a somber face, and said angrily: "Mother, grandmother, I don't want to marry King Jing ......"

Du's stunned: "Why?" King Jing's side concubine, but many people can't get it.

"Because ... what I like is Ouyang Shizi!" Song Qingyan shouted arrogantly, and the beautiful face was shy and timid and flushed.

Du Shi frowned tightly: "Ouyang Shaochen's mind is on Murong Xue. There is no so-called marriage contract between you and him. You like him and Bai like, he will not marry you as a side concubine ... "

"I will try to make him like me!" Song Qingyan solemnly promised, full of shyness: "Even if he doesn't like me, I can find a way to become his side concubine ..."

Du Shi snorted: "Murong Xue also likes Ouyang Shaochen. Murongxue's tactics and means, you haven't seen it. As long as she is beside Ouyang Shaochen, you can't be a concubine of Ouyang Shaochen ..."

Song Qingyan hurriedly said: "I can find a way to transfer Murong Xue away ..."

"Ouyang Shaochen and Murongxue have slept together intimately, walking on the road, they are clasped with fingers, fearing that they will be scattered, can you separate them with your little tricks?" Interrupted her politely, with a little contempt flashing on her eyes:

She grew up watching Song Qingyan. She naturally knew that her granddaughter had low eyes, low hands, and little ability. When she met Murongxue, she would be defeated in a few rounds!

Song Qingyan said a small face, slightly pale, incredulously said: "What you said is true?"

"This kind of thing, what do I deceive you to do?" Du Shi glared at her angrily: "Yamao just reported that they were embracing each other, lying on the lounge chair of Luoxue Pavilion, they should not wake up now, If you do n’t believe it, you can go and see for yourself. "

Song Qingyan's eyes lit up with raging anger. The grandmother said so determinedly, things must be true. The mean and shameless Murong Xue even took away the son of Ouyang, and it was abominable!

"Okay, I will marry King Jing as the side concubine!" When she becomes the side concubine of King Jing, she must teach Murong Xue fiercely, so that she can't survive, not death!

Looking at her firm gaze, Du Shi and Murong Rou glanced at each other, a glance of relief flickered at the bottom of their eyes.

Du Shi narrowed his eyes and said: "Lady Jing is a very stubborn person. It is not easy to let him promise to change his fiancee. We have to make a total of it. We must be foolproof!"

Mr. Jing was summoned to Beijing and did not hide his whereabouts. He returned to Beijing, but the old disease relapsed, and soon spread throughout the entire Beijing.

The Wenwu Baiguan went to visit with valuable medicines, but he refused him because he was seriously ill and needed rest.

When Murong Jian came to see Jing Wang Mansion, Mrs. Jing was relaxing in the sun in the courtyard. Looking at the poster posted by Murong Jian, he looked down and said lowly, "Please come in."

He hasn't seen Murong Jian in ten years. Since Murong Jian came to visit him, he might as well see him.

Although Murongjian is Murongxue's second uncle, his relationship with Murongxue is in full swing. He shouldn't have come to test himself, even if he tried to test him, the marriage contract between the two will never be released ...

Thinking about it, I saw a middle-aged man walking under the guidance of the bodyguard. He was wearing a moon-white splendid robe, a black satin belt on his waist, black high-heeled boots on his feet, handsome facial features, and a handsome face. Slightly salute: "Lord!"

Grandpa Jing gave a faint hum, looked at him up and down, smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you in ten years, you haven't changed at all, I really envy ..."

Murong Jian smiled softly: "The prince's false praise, the demeanor of the prince, does not diminish that year ..."

"Ben Wang has been injured for many years, and his body has been a year better than a year ..." Mr. Jing sighed softly, said lightly: "Don't stand, sit!"

"Thank you, Lord!" Murong Jian smiled and smiled, sitting elegantly across from Old Lord Jing. The young woman behind him appeared.

Grandpa Jing stunned slightly: "This is this?"

"This is the niece underneath, Qingyan!"