The sharp princess: singled out the cold and charming prince

Chapter 65
Depend on!This bastard's Taoism is quite advanced, and he can actually see what she is thinking in her heart.

Sure enough, he is a thousand-year-old bastard who has only cultivated to become a master.

Of course, at this time, even if she was killed, she would not admit to such an awesome idea.

The great leader Mao Zedong once said that the road is tortuous, but the future is bright.

Although she is now living under the roof of Qianye Wangba, and the road to turning over is very tortuous, but she believes that her future is definitely brighter than the sun.

She must not lose to a refined bastard so easily at this moment.

Having made a decision in her heart, she straightened her face to Qianye Yunxuan's sinister gaze, and said:
"Husband really misunderstood me, how could I have such an idea?"

The innocent black eyes blinked at Qianye Yunxuan twice again, she lowered her eyebrows, stretched out her hand and lightly took away Qianye Yunxuan's fingertips resting on her chin, and said:
"I just want to tell the prince that I want to go out and flirt, and don't forget that there is still a main room waiting for you in your home."

The playful eyes blinked non-stop at Qianye Yunxuan, but Qianye Yunxuan snorted coldly.

"Susukino Wanning, has this king ever told you that you take yourself too seriously?"

Narrowing his deep eyes, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and a murderous aura that made Mu Yifei feel inexplicably terrified slipped through his eyes, and even his voice was a bit bone-piercingly cold.

"It's one thing for you to marry me, but it's another thing for me to admit you or not."

He raised his foot, moved closer to Mu Yifei, and said:
"This king might as well tell you directly, what kind of woman this king wants, even the emperor can't control it."

The gloomy eyes were stained with a murderous look that made Mu Yifei feel at a loss, and he continued:
"I don't mind reminding you now, since I have become the eighth princess, even if I don't want it, I can only destroy it in my hands."

Speaking of this, his thin lips raised a cruel arc, and said:

"Don't forget, you are a gift from your father himself to this king. You will never be qualified to comment on how to deal with this king's spoils of war."

Speaking of this, he sneered, shook off the astonished Mu Yifei, and strode towards the Eight Princes' Mansion.

Mu Yifei stood where she was, and it took her a while to suddenly come to her senses, recalling the terrifying look in Qianye Yunxuan's eyes just now, she couldn't help gasping.

"Qianye bastard was stimulated by something, the look in his eyes just now was so scary."

She turned her eyes to Qianye Yunxuan's disappearing back, and whispered to herself.

Inexplicably, she saw some deliberate heaviness on Qianye Yunxuan's face.

Two days later, the General's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and red silk was hung high. At the gate of the General's Mansion, guests came and went, including many high-ranking officials and ministers, famous merchants and nobles.

One after another, the carefully crafted red envelopes were sent to the hall of the General's Mansion, and the scene was no less than a birthday banquet in the palace.

As a high-ranking and powerful general in the Donglin Kingdom, holding the power of soldiers and horses in the world, everyone can't help but give up three points to Qianyang Cong.

Although living under the royal family, Qian Yangcong's position in the court can be said to be very important.

Although he didn't really like to deal with this kind of wine and banquet, Qianye Yunxuan was invited to the General's Mansion.

At this time, another particularly eye-catching figure appeared outside the gate of the General's Mansion.

(End of this chapter)