The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Chapter 140: Dangerous Prince Mobei

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Qin Yuyan's exquisite bun was all loose, her jet-black hair was disheveled, and the front of her moon-white skirt was also torn, revealing a little plum red tube top. Dozens of black footprints were printed one by one, how embarrassing it must be, how embarrassing it is!

Prince Qin looked at her condescendingly, and Xie Si's eyes flashed a little cold and cold: "Sister Huang, we have only been separated for more than two months, why did you become so embarrassed?"

"Because someone designed to frame Ben Gong!" Qin Yuyan said through gritted teeth, and suddenly raised her head to look at Murong Xue, with a sharp cold light in her eyes, as if to say: "Ben Gong's reinforcements are here, are you ready for bad luck?"

Murong Xue didn't take it seriously: "If you have any skills, just use them!" This is Qingyan Capital, Prince Mobei is here, how can he turn the world upside down? When her soldiers come to block her, she will be covered by water and earth.

"If I tell these people that the yogurt is made by you, tell me, will they push you to the ground and beat you beyond recognition?" Qin Yuyan looked at Murongxue with hatred, with a little bit of insidiousness in her eyes: her The serious injury and her embarrassment were all thanks to Murong Xue, and she would never let Murong Xue go.

Murong Xue sneered disdainfully: "Didn't Princess Qin swear just now that the yogurt is a special product of Mobei developed by you yourself? Why did I make it again? If you really shouted about this matter, the people would not only I won't believe it, and I will mock you for talking nonsense, being irresponsible when things happen, and knowing how to frame others... "

"You..." Qin Yuyan pointed at Murong Xue, and was so angry that she couldn't speak: At that time, she only wanted to block Murong Xue's escape route, so that Murong Xue could not take away the right to make yogurt. has a problem…

Murong Xue glanced at her, and snorted disdainfully: "If I were you, I would go back to the house immediately, shut myself in the room and think about my mistakes behind closed doors. I don't feel ashamed to stay here if I hurt my hands and feet and caused such a catastrophe. It's embarrassing... "

"You!" Qin Yu choked on smoke, looking at Murong Xue's eyes, he was about to burst into flames with anger.

Murong Xue turned a blind eye and looked straight ahead, only to see dozens of Mobei guards descending from the sky, saluting respectfully to the young man: "His Royal Highness!"

Prince Qin hummed lightly, leaned over and picked up Qin Yuyan, put him on the green bamboo chair beside him, and said coldly, "Send Princess Yuyan back to Prince Jing's mansion."

"Yes!" The guard took the order and lifted the green bamboo chair steadily.

Qin Yuyan glared at Murong Xue bitterly, and walked forward reluctantly.

Prince Qin turned to look at Ouyang Shaochen, and greeted in a deep voice through the crowd: "Senior Ouyang!"

"Prince Qin!" Ouyang Shaochen looked at him with a calm voice.

"Sister Huang is injured, I will take a step first, let's talk about it another day." Prince Qin raised his voice and said in a low voice.

"Prince Qin, please go ahead." In Ouyang Shaochen's clear voice, there was almost imperceptible indifference and alienation.

"Farewell!" Prince Qin said in a low voice, and turned around leisurely. The moment he left, he glanced at Murong Xue, his dark eyes flashed with evil and coldness, and Murong Xue was shocked. There was a cold war in the soul, the invisible cold air penetrated from the back of the heart, and instantly reached the limbs, the whole body was like an ice cellar, cold to the bone...

Ouyang Shaochen instantly sensed something was wrong with her, and held her cold little hand tightly, his deep eyes were full of worry: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Murong Xue suddenly came back to her senses, smiled lightly, and looked at the figure of Prince Qin who was walking away, a flash of meaning flashed in her eyes: "This Prince Mobei is not simple!"

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at Prince Qin, and said calmly: "His name is Qin Haoyan, he is the son of Empress Mobei, and his temper is a bit perverted..."

"As the Prince of Mobei, shouldn't he stay in the Mobei Imperial Palace and share the worries of the country and the king? Why did he come to our Qingyan capital?" Murong Xue asked softly, her eyes full of puzzlement.

"Of course I came to look for Qin Yuyan." Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep: "Qin Yuyan is the most beloved daughter of the Emperor Mobei. You killed her secret guard and made her miserable. Once she sued the Emperor Mobei In front of her, the emperor will naturally send reinforcements to help her..."

Murong Xue blinked: "So, Qin Haoyan helped her deal with me!"

"That's right." Ouyang Shaochen nodded, his eyes flashed with rare solemnity: "You have to be careful in the future, Qin Haoyan's methods of dealing with people are very cruel..."

"I know!" Murongxue nodded heavily, and she knew Qin Haoyan was by no means a soft-hearted person when she looked at Qin Haoyan. However, Qin Haoyan is the prince of Mobei, and he has no right to life and death in Qingyan Capital. Not so easy.

"How is your relationship with Qin Haoyan?" Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen with twinkling eyes.

"Nodding acquaintance!" Ouyang Shaochen's voice was light.

"The friendship is so weak!" Murong Xue frowned and looked at Ouyang Shaochen, jokingly said: "Qin Haoyan is the prince of Mobei, the future king of a country, why don't you have a deep friendship with him..."

"I've traveled around the world, and I only make friends with people who I have eyes for. I never pay attention to those who don't like me!" Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, and said in a proud tone: Qin Haoyan is not in his eyes, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to 'him'!

As expected of the prince of Xiaoyao, you have to have such harsh conditions to make friends.

Murong Xue curled her lips, glanced at the bright sun in the sky, and said leisurely: "It's getting late, let's go back!"

"Go back?" Ouyang Shaochen was startled: "You haven't found a suitable shop yet?"

"I won't look for it anymore." Murong Xue shook her head, and said leisurely: "Yogurt has already made Qin Yuyan notorious for ruining it. If I open a yogurt shop again, not only will the business not be good, but it will also arouse people's doubts. I'm too lazy to do unpleasant things, let's go back to the mansion quickly, if I'm not wrong, there will be a good show in Zhen Guohou's mansion!"

"What fun?" Ouyang Shaochen raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"You'll know when you go." Murong Xue smiled slightly, unfathomable, pulled Ouyang Shaochen, and ran forward quickly.

Entering Zhen Guohou's Mansion, Murong Xue and Ouyang Shaochen did not go back to Luoxue Pavilion, but followed Qingshi Road to Qingyan Courtyard, and quietly landed on a hidden tree.

The big tree was facing Song Qingyan's room, and the dense branches and leaves covered the two of them heavily. Outsiders couldn't see anyone on the tree, but the two of them could clearly see the table in Song Qingyan's room through the green branches and leaves and the wide open window. One chair, one view.

It was noon, and the maids and nuns were all dismissed. In the huge inner room, only Song Qingyan was alone. She was wearing a snow-blue Xiang skirt, her jet-black hair was combed into an exquisite flying cloud bun, and her jewel-colored The jewelry made her delicate face even more beautiful. Her complexion was slightly pale, but her complexion was good, and she walked back and forth in the room in high spirits.

Qin Yuyan's yogurt shop has already opened, there must be a lot of customers coming to buy it, she is going to make a fortune... Hehe, that is Murongxue's yogurt recipe, she may not even know that she lost it now... Do you want to go to Luoxue? Ge revealed the news to her, and made her vomit blood...

Song Qingyan thought gloatingly, only to hear a "bang!", the slightly closed door was pushed open vigorously, and a tall and straight figure strode in...