Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Li Hongyuan sat at the short table with Jingwan.

Later, the others followed. On their side, they were only the middle engines, Li Su-yan, Kuniichi, Mu Gong, Black and White, and the two female guards. Good, Aunt May was already prepared. She had thought of the relatively large number of people brought by Prince Jin. She waved to both sides, and the two paintings stopped outside the three characters quickly drew over. The rest were divided into two parts. Thus, the main painters were the most numerous. Li Hongyuan slightly frowned. The more strangers there are, the greater the danger. Moreover, even if the painting is large enough to stay in this space together, it is quite crowded in Li Hongyuan's eyes. It also looks very obstructive.

As a person who has been following Li Hongyuan for many years, Master Mu could not have known, a spirit, “Master Qian, this person is a little more, please send some to the other two paintings. ”

Aunt May and others, naturally, always pay attention to the response of the noble guests. If it is a common guest, even a general, she can laugh freely, even sell and cheat. Biased because of the noble identity of the other party, she can not take it for granted to look at it. More so, the atmosphere that the person dressed as a man is most likely to be the Princess Jin. Thus, she can only look carefully at the Prince Jin's eyebrows and know that he is unhappy, but she doesn't know why at all. Good thing I was reminded at the next moment that naturally I wouldn't dare to be lazy in any way. Nearly thirty maids served on this boat, biting their teeth, leaving only four, and all the others removed.

At this point, the person on the painting was basically cut in half.

Why there are so many servants on the painting, but because the 12 people who followed Aunt May were from the top of the 12 households, these people, there are two maids around them, plus Aunt May is ready to use the people needed from time to time, there are not so many people, originally didn't feel anything, now it seems that it is still underconsideration.

As for the first cards of the family, there is no one to serve them, after some time, to do everything in person. In Aunt May's view, this is nothing, and not to mention what can be done on top of this painting. Besides, at least half of these twelve people came from serving others, although after a few years of excellent upbringing, not even half of them can be separated.

The painting begins to glide on the surface of the water. Outside the boat is supported by some powerful Kung Wu women, who seem to be very handy and unusually smooth for the boat support. The other two paintings are less than half-length apart on each side, halfway behind the hull.

Today's host is Jing Wan, the others are all escorts, so naturally, what Jing Wan says is what.

Nevertheless, they have never been with a female guest for a while, they don't know how to do it, and they are normal people who are okay, privileged, and completely uncomfortable. As the husband of the family, Prince Jin sat beside Jing Wan and poured himself a cup of tea. He had no intention of asking, completely accompanying him.

In the end, Jing Wan took the lead and broke the silence, “You don't have to worry about what to do, I'm just curious to be here. ”

Speaking of which, if she shakes out, her reputation is the worst damage. If she returns to Beijing, she may not have to be a princess. She is the most relaxed person, after all, or because of her absolute trust in Li Hongyuan.

If it's perfectly normal, it's not impossible. The problem is, the painting of the Qingqing Tower comes out, whether it's fun or dancing, it's brimming with majesty. How can it not be suitable...

“If the prince and the son do not give up, the slave will play a song for both of you first.” In silence, Dawn stood up and squatted in her arms.

Jing Wan glanced at the dawn. Among these people, she was quite impressed with the dawn. Dawn was more prominent in temperament than others. Perhaps because of the relationship in this line of work, others had some dust on their bodies. Even now, whether dressed or in the convergence of words and deeds as much as possible, some subtle actions still revealed this point. If they did not know that they were doing this business, they might not have noticed that the dawn was completely devoid of this feeling. And then, just after they sat down, these people came in, and naturally they could see the face of both of them, which was that Aunt May's eyes flashed with amazement, not to mention the others, until now, there was still a sight that fell on someone, only at dawn, only at first glance, completely converged, and there was no fluctuation in the eyes, just as this person, like the others she had met, had no special circumstances.

There are two possibilities for this kind of person, one is that the real heart is like water, and even the heart is like dead water; the other is to attract attention.

“Yes.” Yang Wan nodded with a smile.

Dawn walked to the little table right in front of them, sitting quietly, fingering the strings, and knew at the beginning that it was not the overwhelming sound that was popular in the land of fireworks, gentle, comfortable, and equally bright, seemingly adding a little breeze to the relatively cool river.

Not only that, but the dawn bounce was beautiful, and more importantly, she was focused on what seemed to be the only pie left in the world.

The dawn now reminds Jing Wan of her sister-in-law Sun Yijia. Comparing a fireworks woman to a noble woman from the government is an absolute disgrace to the latter, but in fact, dawn is even more dawn.

Attracted, not only Jing Wan, Li Hongyuan slightly condensed, it can be seen that this skill really reached quite a high standard.

Jing Wan held her chin and listened quietly. It is unlikely that this is a woman with a dead heart. Is it really to attract their ideas? Of course, Jing Wan would not be so arbitrary to conclude that, after all, some people have no feelings for anything else, and there is only one thing to focus on forever.

At the end of the song, Yang Wan couldn't stop touching his palm, sincerely amazing.

Dawn seemed to revert to God because of this applause, getting up, squatting, and returning to his original position.

And no matter what other people look at at the dawn, whether or not she's deep in heart, she's always quiet.

But at the beginning of dawn, others probably knew what they were supposed to do. However, not everyone has the ability to do so at dawn, including good dancers, who have not learned much about "ordinary dancing”, but who can only harden their scalp.