Murong Jian introduced it with a smile, and observed every move of Old Prince Jing quietly.
I saw his expression was indifferent, his sword eyebrows furrowed almost invisible, and he returned to normal in an instant, and said casually: "Qingyan has grown so big, she is a beautiful little girl!"
Hearing the indifferent and alienated voice, Murong Jian smiled unnaturally: "I ran into Qingyan on the street, and I was worried that she would go back home alone, so I brought her here. Please forgive me for being rude. "
"Brother Murong is serious. Prince Jing's Mansion and Marquis of Zhen Guo's Mansion are also considered family friends. It is best if the two elders and younger generations come and go frequently!" Old Prince Jing looked at him with a smile, and a flash of meaning flashed in his eyes.
Murong Jian's eyelids twitched, and he laughed unnaturally: "What the lord said is very true, the two families naturally have to communicate frequently..."
From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar purple figure walking by not far away, and he suddenly raised his voice: "Um... Qingyan, uncle and lord want to catch up, so go for a walk in the garden."
"Yes!" Song Qingyan walked out gracefully and gracefully, and left the courtyard. She followed the crimson figure and walked along the black stone road unhurriedly!
The bright sun was shining warmly, Ye Yichen stopped in front of a rockery, staring at the golden water surface, his gaze was as deep as a deep pool:
After he ordered people to throw all the ceremonies back to Luoxue Pavilion, Murong Xue actually fell silent. She didn't come to Prince Jing's mansion again, clamored for an end to the engagement, and didn't do any small tricks to facilitate the end of the engagement. This was not in line with her character, she was sure Thinking of what the hell idea...
"Qingyan sees Prince Jing." A delicate and weak female voice sounded behind him, Ye Yichen suddenly came back to his senses, turned around and saw a woman standing in front of him, wearing a long plum red dress with a neckline, Beautiful peach blossoms were embroidered on the cuffs and skirt, her jet-black hair was tied into a delicate pony bun, jewel-colored hairpins, and earrings made her delicate face beautiful and moving.
Qingyan? Among the people he knows, is there anyone named Qingyan
Ye Yichen searched hard in his mind, and only after a while did he remember the identity of the person in front of him: "You are Song Qingyan from the Marquis of Wu'an!"
"Yes!" Song Qingyan replied with a smile, the plum red skirt danced in the wind, making her hair beautiful and attractive!
Ye Yichen remained unmoved, looked at her condescendingly, and said coldly, "Are you here at Prince Jing's residence?"
Song Qingyan smiled softly: "It's nothing, Qingyan is with uncle..."
"If you have nothing to do, go back earlier. Father is seriously ill and needs to recuperate. He doesn't like to be disturbed by idlers!" Ye Yichen interrupted her impatiently, and gave the order to evict guests without politeness.
Song Qingyan's small face turned pale instantly, her slender body staggered back a few steps, and hit a big rock, tears of grievance overflowed her eyes and flowed down her cheeks:
She gave up the man she loved, sacrificed her life's happiness, and was going to curry favor with Prince Jing, gain his favor and favor, but he actually said that she was an idler, and he looked down on her...
That's right, he is the high and mighty God of War prince, with a noble status, great power in his hands, and exceptionally handsome. Many ladies from famous families in the capital have secretly favored him, so how could he be tempted by a little daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion.
She can't impress him, so she can only use her trump card!
Song Qingyan's eyes turned cold, and she quietly opened the purse she was wearing around her waist, wisps of faint fragrance overflowed the purse, and drifted around, unknowingly, it floated to the tip of Ye Yichen's nose.
If there is a fragrance that seems to be nothing but very strong, his eyes froze, he held his breath suddenly, and looked at the direction of the fragrance with cold eyes, only to see Song Qingyan looking at him with a smile: "Prince Jing, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red...
Ye Yichen looked at her coldly without saying a word!
Song Qingyan didn't take it seriously, and slowly unbuttoned the first button of the long skirt with her small hands as white as jade. There was a little water in her beautiful eyes.
"My lord, I'm so hot..." The coquettish voice made one's bones crumble.
Ye Yichen's expression was still cold, looking at her bright red, charming little face, a smear of undisguised disdain flashed in his pupils.
disdain! Ye Yichen looked down on her!
Song Qingyan was furious, yes, he is the high and mighty Lord of War, he does have the capital to look down on her, but so what? She is also the daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, as long as she has a good relationship with him, he must at least give her the title of side concubine!
What she wanted was the position of Prince Jing's side concubine, and what she wanted was Ye Yichen's backing. In order to teach Murong Xue a lesson, she went all out!
Song Qingyan gritted her silver teeth, reached out and pulled the ribbon around her waist, and quickly unbuttoned the dress. The silky plum red dress slid down her arms and fell to the ground, revealing her fair skin and delicate collarbone. And a crimson apron embroidered with beautiful fishes.
Ye Yichen lowered his eyelids slightly, the bottom of his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Seeing Song Qingyan's eyes, he was fascinated by her slender figure. She was embarrassed to look at her again, a smug smile flashed in her eyes, and she walked slowly towards Ye Yichen step by step, her soft and charming voice slowed down. A slow sound came: "Prince Jing, are you getting more and more uncomfortable, don't worry, I will help you!"
Ye Yichen's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't say a word!
The complacency in Song Qingyan's eyes grew stronger, and her soft, boneless hands reached straight towards his chest...
"Get out!" Ye Yichen raised his foot and kicked Song Qingyan's chest!
Song Qingyan was caught off guard, kicked five or six meters away, fell into the pond with a splash, and screamed piercingly through the clouds, resounding through the sky: "Ah!"
The nearby maids, mothers, servants, and guards were all startled, and rushed over in a hurry, and Old Prince Jing, Murong Jian, who was reminiscing about the old days, also strode over.
I saw Song Qingyan flopping about in the pond, ups and downs, calling for help in panic: "Help... help..."
Ye Yichen stood by the pond, watching with cold eyes!
"Qingyan!" A bad premonition arose in Murong Jian's heart, he exclaimed, jumped into the pond, and rescued Song Qingyan.
All her hair was untied, her whole body was wet, her crimson apron and white fur trousers were clinging to her body, revealing a large area of snowy skin, the scene was very glamorous...
Murong Jian hurriedly took off his outer robe, covered her body, and shook it lightly: "Qingyan, how are you? Qingyan?"
"Ahem!" Song Qingyan coughed heavily, spitting out mouthfuls of blood!
Murong Jian was shocked: "Come here, please call for a doctor, please call for a doctor!"
"There's no need to call a doctor, she won't die!" The cold voice came into his ears, Murong Jian's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head to look up, facing Shang Ye Yichen's cold eyes...