The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

If you dare to do something, you have to be brave. When she made a move to harm their mother, she should have known that there would be retribution for karma.

The corners of Lin Qingran's eyes and mouth were full of smiles, as bright as a March spring flower hidden in the snow, so charming that people couldn't take their eyes off: "Big sister, Ming'er, mother's life is valuable, isn't it?" It can be repaid casually!" Smoothing the broken hair on his forehead, he said softly: "Wealth, wealth, power and status, whichever is the most valued, we will take that from their hands, because This kind of talent is the most painful! What is death? The handsome Xiangye, let's let her marry, and then let her see the man she once loved, corrupt and festered bit by bit, do you think she will regret it? She is not a loyal person, when she When it is finally unbearable, it will naturally develop outwards, and even bring back a cheap child while bringing back green hats to our father. Do you think our father will regret it? Since they dared to design us My wife, Hong Xing cheated, then I will fulfill our father. There is a wife who has cheated on Hong Xing, and she gave away a child for free. I have to say, I am really a caring daughter. Hehe, you see, karma How fast it came!"

Lin Qingran carried the teapot, filled it for the three siblings, and took a sip from the white porcelain cup: "Besides, pigs raised in pens are easier to clean up than wild boars in the mountains and forests!"

The originally cold atmosphere was amused by such a sentence, Lin Qingyin coughed and said: "Second sister is right, we won't stop it, let's wait and see how she will give mother a concubine gift!"

Lin Qingming's tense face also relaxed: "I understand, no matter whether the pigs are raised in captivity or scattered, in the end they will be killed and sold for meat."

Lin Qingran laughed again, and raised her eyes, just in time to see the winter jasmine flowers beside the promenade outside the pavilion, yellow and orange, like candlelight in the setting sun, trembling with the evening wind, it looked abnormal The hustle and bustle.

She took a look, then looked away, and sighed softly, she still likes the words of Lamei in the cold winter, the flames are like songs, and the white snow reflects blood, that is the ultimate beauty!

The night in the Prime Minister's Mansion was quiet, and the three siblings had been chatting and drinking for half the night before going back to their rooms. I don't know whether it was a good mood or a bad mood, but Lin Qingran was actually drunk.

Just entered the boudoir, feeling a little floating under his feet, waved Zhiqin to prepare some hangover soup.

Zhiqin went away in response, Lianxin and Lianyue had also retreated, she was the only one left in the room, yawned, and was about to sit down, but found that the carved sandalwood chair was shaking from side to side mischievously, Lin Qingran Blinking her eyes, she stretched out her hand recklessly to grab her, who knew that when she was thrown into the air, the whole person rushed forward, and was about to have a close contact with the ground, when suddenly a force came from her waist, and she was caught again. back.

Although Lin Qingran was drunk, but she was not drunk, she lost her mind, was hugged in her arms, struggled naturally, and stretched out her little claws to grab the hand hugging her waist.

"It's like a little drunk cat!" The man's low voice leaned against his ear, mellow like spring water, blowing through his heart and irrigating the dry fields.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Qingran stopped struggling, lowered her swollen head, and saw the moon-white sleeves around her waist.