Murong Qianjue clasped her wrist, then followed her arm, looking down to her collarbone inch by inch—
"My own wife, what's wrong with helping you undress?" He said casually, his eyes burning.
Dongfang Jing was so angry that she threw away his hand, her beautiful eyebrows twitched into a ball, and she yelled at him, "Murong Qianjue, you are addicted to acting, aren't you?!"
Murong Qianjue frowned imperceptibly, and then put the skirt in his hand on top of her head, his eyes as bright as obsidian darkened in an instant, and then turned around abruptly, with his back to the east. Jing said, "Change your clothes and prepare to go back to Prince Gong's Mansion."
Dongfang Jing was slightly taken aback, and asked back, "Is there something wrong with Prince Gong's Mansion?"
"There is nothing serious about Prince Gong's Mansion, it's just that Mother specially sent someone to invite her, saying that there is something urgent and she wants the two of us to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion together." Murong Qianjue said calmly.
Dongfang Jing shuddered.
Mother... Mother? !
Whether it is Fourth Brother or Wuyou, they have never used such a title for their mother... On the contrary, Murong Qianjue said this very smoothly, which is really touching.
"Understood." Dongfang Jing thought that the third lady was probably anxious to see her because she heard some rumors and felt uneasy.
She got up in a hurry, and carefully tied up her belt, only to realize that the dress on her body... didn't look like her own clothes.
Murong Qianjue turned around, looked her up and down, and said with a smile, "Ah Jing, this dress was prepared for you when I was sixteen years old. It has been hidden in the palace, and there is no chance For you... Unexpectedly, so many years have passed, by accident, you are possessed by Zhongli Wanyun, and you can still wear it. Ah Jing, believe it or not, this is fate?"
Dongfang Jing didn't answer, Murong Qianjue's eyes were deep, and he said to himself, "Yue Lao must have pulled the wrong line at the beginning, so he brought me and you together. He planned to untie it, but was caught by this king's affection. Touched, I gave you another chance... "
Another chance for you
Listening to Dongfang Jing's words, she always felt a little bit of charity.
It was this dress, which still surprised her.
Sixteen-year-old Wuyou prepared for Dongfang Jing, who was only twelve years old...
When she was twelve years old, she had just passed her coming-of-age ceremony. Could it be that time...
"At that time, this king has already asked Father to marry you as his concubine." Murong Qianjue was like a roundworm in her stomach, and he could see through her thoughts at once, "It's a pity...it's a pity that people from Chu State came and were delayed gone."
Dongfang Jing frowned involuntarily.
Yes, there were people from Chu State at that time, but what happened was not as light as Murong Qianjue said... If you really count, Dongfang Jing is not the only woman in Wuyou's life, is she
Dongfang Jing was still in a daze, but Murong Qianjue had already wrapped her arms around her waist, picked her up and threw her onto the bed!
"What are you doing?!" Dongfang Jing was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to push him away!
Murong Qianjue was tall and tall, and his strength was astonishingly great, crushing her shoulder blades to death, half of his body was on her body, the scorching breath brushed between her necks, causing her to tremble all over!
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes as deep as a well water, looked straight into the bottom of Dongfang Jing's heart, "The princess is thinking wildly, I must do my best to put an end to those thoughts that the princess shouldn't have!"