The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murong Jian introduced with a smile, observing the every move of Grandpa Jing without any trace.

I saw his faint look, Jian Mei almost invisible frowning, and instantly returned to normal, casually said: "Qing Yan has grown so big, is a beautiful little girl!"

The indifferent and alienated voice heard Murongjian smiled unnaturally: "I met Qingyan on the street, and I was not assured that she would return to the house alone, so she brought her here. Please forgive me for the rudeness. "

"Brother Murong said a lot. Jing Wang Mansion and Zhen Guohou Mansion are also considered to be friends. The two elders, the younger ones are naturally best when they come and go!" Mr. Jing looked at him with a smile, his eyes flashed a meaningful meaning.

Murongjian's eyelids jumped, and he smiled unnaturally: "The words of the prince are very much, the two people naturally need to communicate frequently ..."

Yu Guang saw a familiar purple figure walking not far away, he suddenly raised his voice: "That ... Qing Yan, uncle and prince are going to narrate the old, you go and walk in the garden."

"Yes!" Song Qingyan was blessed and walked out of Tingting out of the courtyard. She followed the purple figure and walked along the black stone road without hurry!

With the warm sunshine shining, Ye Yichen stopped in front of a rockery, staring at the surface of the golden light, with his eyes as deep as a quiet lake:

After he ordered people to throw all the ceremonies back to Luoxue Pavilion, Murongxue went silent. He did n’t find Jingwang Mansion anymore, clamoring for divorce, and did not do any small actions that would be beneficial to the divorce. Thinking about what a bad idea ...

"Qing Yan sees Lord Jing." The delicate and weak female voice rang from behind, Ye Yichen suddenly turned to look back, and saw a woman standing in front of him, wearing a plum-red dress, neckline, The cuffs and skirts are embroidered with beautiful peach blossoms, and the black hair tresses are exquisite fallen buns, the pearlescent hairpins, and the earrings make her beautiful and beautiful face.

Qingyan?Is there anyone named Qingyan who he knows?

Ye Yichen searched hard in his mind, and after a while he remembered the identity of the person in front of him: "You are Song Qingyan from Wu'an Hou Mansion!"

"Yes!" Song Qingyan replied with a smile, the plum-red skirt danced with the wind, making her beautiful and attractive.

Ye Yichen was unmoved, looking at her from the top, and said coldly: "Are you coming to Jingwang Mansion?"

Song Qingyan smiled gently: "It's okay, Qingyan is with her uncle ..."

"Go back early if you're okay. The father is seriously ill and needs to be recuperated. I don't want to be disturbed by idle people!" Ye Yichen interrupted her impatiently, and made a polite order.

Song Qingyan's small face instantly paled, her weak body staggered back a few steps, hit a large stone, tears of grievance overflowed his eyes, and ran down his cheeks:

She gave up her beloved man, sacrificed the happiness of her life, prepared to please Jing Jing, to get his likes, his favor, but he even said she was a layman, he looked down on her ...

Yes, he is a high-ranking God of War. He has a noble identity, holds heavy power, and is also very beautiful. Many famous ladies in Beijing have secretly promised him. How could he be tempted by her little Wuanhoufu.

She can't impress him, she can only use the killer!

Song Qingyan's eyes were cold, and she quietly pulled away the purse she wore around her waist. A scent of faint fragrance overflowed the purse, drifting around, and somehow she felt it drifted to the tip of Yeyi Chen's nose.

If the seemingly fragrant fragrance is very rich, he looked awkwardly, suddenly held his breath, and looked coldly at the direction of the fragrance. I saw Song Qingyan looking at him with a smile: "Jing Wang Ye, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red ...

Ye Yichen said nothing, looking at her coldly!

Song Qingyan didn't care, and Yingbai's small hands slowly untied the first button of the long skirt. Yingying's eyes flashed a little bit of water.

"My lord, I'm so hot ..." The charming voice heard people's bones crisp.

Ye Yichen's expression was still cold, looking at her bright red face, charming little face, and an undisguised contempt flashed in her eyes.

Contempt!Ye Yichen looked down on her!

Song Qingyan was furious, yes, he was the God of War above him, he did have the capital to look down on her, but what about it?She is also the daughter-in-law of Wu'an Houfu. As long as she and he become good things, he must at least give her the name of a concubine!

All she wanted was the position of King Jing's side concubine, what she wanted was backed by Ye Yichen. In order to teach Murong Xue fiercely, she was out!

Song Qingyan bit her silver teeth, reached out and pulled the ribbon around her waist, quickly unbuttoned the dress on the long skirt, the silk plum-red dress slipped along the arm to the ground, revealing her fair skin and delicate clavicle, And the crimson apron embroidered with beautiful little fish.

Ye Yichen lowered her eyelids slightly, her eyes gleaming, and she wondered what she was thinking.

Seeing Song Qingyan's eyes, he was fascinated by her slim figure. I was embarrassed to look at her again. She burst into a smug smile at the end of her eyes. Slowly sounded: "Your lord Jing, are you getting more and more uncomfortable, don't worry, I will help you!"

Ye Yichen's eyelids drooped lightly without saying a word!

Song Qingyan's eyes were more proud, and her boneless hands protruded straight towards his chest ...

"Go!" Ye Yichen raised her foot and kicked on Song Qingyan's chest!

Song Qingyan was caught off guard and was kicked five or six meters away, thumped, and fell into the pond. The screams shrieked through the clouds and resounded through the clouds: "Ah!"

The nearby maids, mammoths, servants, and guards were all stunned, and hurriedly rushed over, and the old old prince Jing, Murongjian also strode over.

I saw Song Qingyan tumbling wildly in the pond, ups and downs, and panicked for help: "Help ... Help me ..."

Ye Yichen stood by the pond, watching with cold eyes!

"Qing Yan!" Murong Jian raised a very bad hunch in his heart, exclaimed, jumped into the pond, and rescued Song Qingyan.

I saw that her hair bun was all loose, her body was wet, and her crimson apron and white trousers clung to her body, revealing a large area of ​​snowy skin. The scene was very fragrant ...

Murongjian hurriedly took off his robe, covered her, and shook it gently: "Qingyan, how are you? Qingyan?"

"Cough!" Song Qingyan coughed heavily and spit out a sip of blood!

Murong Jian was shocked: "Come here, please doctor, please doctor!"

"You don't have to ask the doctor, she can't die!" The cold voice came into her ears, Murong's body shivered, and slowly looked up, facing the cold eyes of Ye Yichen ...