"You—" a hand pointed, Qian Moyan looked at Yun Luoxue in a very rude tone: "Are you the fiancée of Brother Qingcheng? The future little princess?"
Qian Moyan is fifteen years old this year and lives in an official family. He looks a lot taller than the thirteen-year-old Xiao Luo Xue. Which interesting facts/
Yun Luoxue puts her hands around her chest, like a small adult, "Yes, how?"
Regardless of Qian Mo Yan's identity, Yun Luoxue's tone was compared to Qian Mo Yan's, and it was not a little bit arrogant.
When Qian Moyan heard Yun Luoxue's arrogant words, his face suddenly became angry: "A little rich kid who dares to be so arrogant, are you..."
Before Qian Moyan's words were finished, Xiaoya couldn't pass it.
She does not allow anyone to be disrespectful to Yun Luoxue.
Taking a step forward, Xiaoya stood in front of Yun Luoxue in a protective posture.
Looking at Qian Moyan, Xiaoya is not afraid of her identity: "Princess, please be merciful.
The princess is already the fiancée of the prince, and she can be regarded as the sister-in-law of the princess, and the princess is asked to be polite to the princess.
Don't let people in Kyoto read the jokes. "
Xiaoya moved out of Qian Mo Qingcheng's identity, and at the same time clearly told Qian Mo Yan that Yun Luoxue was now the future mistress of the palace.
A princess should be polite to the princess.
Qian Moyan's eyebrows were immediately erected, and a heavy anger flashed on his delicate little face.
With a wave of the whip, it struck Xiaoya's body|to go.
Yun Luoxue looked at the figure in front of her, and there was a warm current in her heart.
All of a sudden, he went away.
With the sound of'pop-', a whip scar fell on Xiaoya's left shoulder horribly.
The original pale pink maid dress was ripped apart by the whip.
The blood oozes out slowly.
Rendered on the pink dress, it looks dazzling.
"What are you, dare to speak to this princess..."
As he said, another whip was swiped at Xiaoya.
A murderous aura was flowing in Yun Luoxuefeng's eyes, her figure turned, and she grabbed the oncoming whip.
Yun Luoxue pulled the whip over with a slight movement.
At the same time, Qian Moyan's body leaned forward, so powerful that it actually fell to the ground.
"What are you
People who dare to hurt me in front of me.
Who gave you the courage to dare to be presumptuous in front of me. "
With a sound of'pop-', Yun Luoxue picked up the whip in her hand, and suddenly waved it at Qian Moyan who had just stood up.
"Ah..." Qian Moyan screamed, and Yun Luoxue shook his head with a whip.
"Thousands of strange words, today I Yun Luoxue will teach you what is so-called'indiscretion'."
With a sound of'pop-', another whip was slammed on Qian Moyan's left shoulder.
"Brother Qingcheng, Brother Qingcheng... Brother Qingcheng, come and save Yaner... If you don't come, you will never see Yaner again, Brother Qingcheng... .."
There was a scream, Qian Moyan rolled on the ground in pain.
A bright and clean dress was rubbed with mud.
Looks very embarrassed.
"Today, Xiaoya's suffering, I want you to have a taste of Qianmoyan."
As he said, the whip in his hand once again relentlessly waved the little princess who was rolling on the ground.
"Little girl..."
A bitter voice came, but the other end of the whip was held by someone who came.