The Queen of the Return of the Tyrant Wants to Run Away from Marriage

Chapter 261 Chapter 322 I want you to meet Nalan Qingyong (fourth update)
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The air was as silent as death, as if the air had been frozen, Long Ze was full of anger because of her words.

As if she couldn't bear it, she wanted to tear the person who caused her pain to pieces.

Nalanqing suddenly turned her head, narrowed her dazzling eyes slightly, and raised her bright red lips lightly, "Oh, were you fooled by me? Brother, do you really take this story seriously?"

Long Ze was stunned for a moment, looking at her hippie smiling expression, he was involuntarily stunned, as if he didn't realize the change of her expression between wind and rain.

Nalan Qing threw a pillow over, "I'm going to rest, I have to go to court tomorrow morning, sleep!"

As she said that, she pulled up the quilt and covered her head. The round ball was like a caterpillar, which made people laugh.

Long Ze then put the pillow aside, his expression did not soften.

Although Xiao Qing'er acted naturally as if she was really joking, but she could feel the strong negative emotions when she talked about these things. It was a breath from the same hatred world as her, so it can be concluded that everything just now was wrong. not kidding.

Xiao Qing'er has an unimaginably painful past.

Long Ze stood in front of her bed for a long time and did not leave until he heard her even breathing.

In the courtyard of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, when Longze Qingshan was about to leave, a black robe appeared in front of him. The black robe danced wildly in the wind, as if he had been waiting here for a long time. The eyes are still a little stiff.

Black hair danced with the wind, Nalan Ling's domineering eyes were full of killing intent and coldness, and a powerful and compelling aura hovered in the air.Pressing down hard again, he went straight towards Long Ze.

"What does the Fifth Prince come to Benhou's mansion without sleeping at night?"

Feeling the strong coercion from Nalan Ling, Long Ze took a step back involuntarily. In his past and present lives, this man was terrifying and difficult to deal with.

"Marquis Wu An stays up most of the night just to block up the hall?" Long Ze was vigilant, and Mo Tong was full of defense.

"This marquis wants to make a deal with His Highness!" Nalan Ling's narrowed eyes casually raised up, and when he opened his eyes, his momentum was frenzied, domineering and majestic, as if it could deter mountains and rivers from shattering and make all things surrender.

Long Ze was puzzled in his heart, he hadn't seen through this man in his previous life.

"I wonder what Marquis Wu An wants to trade?"

Nalan Ling's eyes staring at Long Ze were cold and demonic, and there seemed to be endless darkness and coldness in the depths of his eyes. He smiled coldly: "This marquis will help His Highness get the throne, and His Highness promises to be separated from Nalan Qing forever." , never see each other again!"

Long Ze's face froze, his sharp eyes turned poisonous, "What do you mean?"

"Simple, I will never allow my son to do things that will ruin the family's reputation, nor will I allow my son to escape from my control!" Nalan Ling's voice was contemptuous, with undisguised contempt and disdain. arrogant.

"A prince who is ordered to be killed by His Majesty is tantamount to an abandoned son. I am not interested in letting a useless son implicate my Marquis of Wu'an!"

Long Ze's heart turned cold, and he also smiled coldly: "Are you underestimating this hall or Nalanqing?"

"Naturally, I think highly of you, Your Highness!" Nalan Ling suddenly got into trouble, and slapped Long Ze's direction with his palm, vowing to kill Long Ze mercilessly.

Long Ze retreated violently, then the internal force in both palms twisted, and he touched Nalan Ling's hands. The powerful internal force twisted and intertwined, and the hair and robes on both sides danced wildly, without wind .

Both sides took a step back, Nalan Ling stopped and smiled coldly and mockingly.

"Moxiu, that national teacher who is disguised as a man seems to be Moxiu?" As if he had discovered something interesting, Nalan Ling took a step back, curling his lips coldly, full of arrogance: "So that's the case, I'm interested now." !"

Leaving such an unclear sentence, he turned and left, as if he had tested Long Ze's bottom line, and was sure that his martial arts were not as strong as it appeared on the surface, so he left with interest.

Long Ze didn't quite understand what Nalan Ling was doing, he came and left inexplicably.

Nalan Ling reached out and tapped the acupoint on his arm.Looking at the black silk thread spreading upwards in his palm, he sneered again and again...

"Master, I didn't expect that Long Ze was really the national teacher who retreated, and his subordinates said that the national teacher who retreated in the Zhaixing Building feels different... It's really a real person who doesn't show his face..."

Nalan Ling remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

The butler beside him bent over and said in a low voice, with a hint of a smile on his face, "Longze is so capable, it seems that the second son..."

"Wait and see what happens, find an opportunity to get rid of Longze!" Nalan Ling suddenly issued an order, the butler raised his head in astonishment, and met Nalan Ling's cold eyes.

"No matter how strong Long Ze is, he must be eliminated. He is the son of that woman!"

Nalan Ling's robes are dancing wildly, and his powerful and arrogant back represents that he has officially taken off the mask on his face, and he has also played his own role in this game within the game.

The butler looked worried.

That's right, Long Ze is the son of that woman, and that kind of thing happened more than ten years ago...

But the second young master's temper is so fierce, wouldn't Lord Hou be an enemy of the second young master if he did this until he could die?

The butler shook his head and sighed softly, hey, the Hou Ye's temper is too similar to that of the Second Young Master.

Hey……

Na Lanqing didn't know about this little episode. She woke up the next morning and stretched her waist, "Feng'er, you lazy girl, where did you die?"

Usually it is Feng'er who wakes her up, but this little girl is lucky, she is lazy as soon as she returns to Wu'anhou Mansion, and there is no one from last night until now.

She was still awake when she got up from the bed, Madam Yu rushed over in a hurry: "Qing'er, this is the time for you to go to court, why are you still not getting up? Hurry up, your majesty will be in big trouble if you blame me." ..."

"Mother, did you see that dead girl Feng'er? You didn't wake me up, blame her!" Nalan Qing shamelessly blamed Feng'er for her sleepiness.

"No, no, hurry up, Lord Hou and his party are only waiting for you, hurry up...the mother will hold a small banquet for you when you come back from the next court, come back early..."

"I……"

"hurry up!"

As soon as Mrs. Yu pulled her up, she pushed her outside, waved her handkerchief to send her away, and then turned around, only to find that all the maids around Nalan Qing had disappeared.

That girl Xiaoxia didn't come back at all, Feng'er didn't know where she went...

Outside the gate of Marquis Wu'an Mansion, Marquis Wu'an Mansion sat in the carriage and waited quietly. Nalan Luohao on the side was riding a horse with a calm expression and no impatience.

On the other side of the carriage, Nalan Qing rarely sees another brother: Nalan Luomu!

He was sitting impatiently on the horse at this time, and when he saw Nalan Qing coming out slowly, he snorted coldly, pursed his lips, and said in a strange way: "Second brother is so arrogant, let father I've been waiting for you for more than half an hour!"

"Huh? So it's surprising that father loves his son so much!" Nalan Qing's hippie smile didn't care about this at all, and she didn't ask to wait for her, it's none of her business?
Nalan Luomu's face darkened, and when he was about to say something, Nalan Lingdan in the carriage said, "Let's go!"

These two words stopped what Nalan Luomu wanted to say. Seeing this, Nalan Ling climbed into Nalan Ling's carriage very naturally, not caring that he had torn his face yesterday.

Looking at Nalan Qing's profile through the curtain of the carriage, Nalan Ling in the carriage had a gentle expression.

(End of this chapter)