The man's eyelashes were lightly drooping, and his temperament was as cold as a lotus on the top of a snow-capped mountain.
As if he had formed a small world by himself, it seemed like an immortal.
Changle has never seen such a good-looking man in his life. With just a glance, I lost my heart and soul.
"princess-"
A loud noise, in the dream of Changle, like an annoying fly, suddenly pulled her back from her trance.
The beautiful moment that belonged to her also disappeared suddenly.
There was a cluster of flames in Chang Le's eyes, and he glared at Wei Qiutong, "What is so anxious, do you have to call me, the soul now?!"
Wei Qiutong was startled. The huge humiliation made her body tremble. Soon, she suppressed the unwillingness in her heart, and whispered: "The princess is not angry, every mistake is Qiutong's fault, hope princess Forgive me."
As for what I wanted to say before, it is not important anymore.
She is still fledgling, and her aunt and sister-in-law are crushed under Wuzhi Mountain. Her birth mother only knows that she shed tears in the mirror all day long, hoping that the sad man can see her.
In addition to relying on herself, no one can rely on her in the huge Prime Minister's Mansion.
Therefore, even if she doesn't resort to any means, she has to pay close attention to this life-saving straw. As long as she was the celebrity in front of Princess Changle, then her aunt would not dare to move her.
Changle snorted and turned to look at the man again. At this moment, the woman above suddenly heard the woman in the seat slowly say in a lazy, slightly flattering voice: "Go down, this princess will support you and provide for you. Jinyiyushi, are you planning to use these old-fashioned tunes to prevaricate this princess? Everyone goes to the torture room to receive three whips, which counts as punishment!"
As Su Kui's voice fell, a group of men who were playing the violin, playing the sheng and dancing the sword, looked down obediently and planned to retreat.
"Stop! Mu Yan, are you going too far?! What's wrong with them! These people are also human, and they are obviously not doing anything wrong. Why do you punish them?!"
Changle shot the case, and the flames in his eyes rose, almost starting to start a prairie fire.
She was anxious, and hurriedly bit her lower lip at the man in white who was already standing at the door, holding the piano and looking down. "Mu Yan, you can't do this!"
Changle kept repeating this sentence. Su Kui was amused. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why? They are my slaves, and life and death are up to me. Princess Changle, no matter how powerful you are, my princess It’s not your turn to intervene in the affairs of the government!"
Every time they meet, they are tit-for-tat.
Chang Le stomped his feet, crying, his cheeks flushed. She naturally doesn't care about the life and death of other people, but how could that man be treated so humiliatedly
Her eyes flickered and flickered in the direction where the man was. The man stood still quietly and said nothing. He didn't even give Changle a look.
Changle clenched his hands hanging beside him, "Mu Yan, what are you going to do to let them go?"
Su Kui squinted, leaning lazily on the collapse, the maid gently tapped her legs, a pair of butterfly eyelashes resting on the Qiushui as if above her eyes.
The red beauty moles are looming.
"Why should the princess turn such a big bend? I punish a male pet. It's not a matter of a day or two. Is it the first time you see it? You are so excited. I have never seen before that the princess is a compassionate person. What about temperament—"