Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 142 What is it (2)
This is the second time she said this sentence, but Leng Xia didn't move at all, mixed with the cold voice of hail, she mercilessly exposed: "Because you love me?"

Neither of them paid attention. After these words were uttered, the man on the bed moved slightly, and a gloomy aura spread around his body.

"Murong Leng Xia" turned pale with shock, her fingertips trembled slightly, her complexion suddenly turned sad, and she was about to tear up, she laughed at herself: "So you know?"

Leng Xia squinted her eyes slightly, the oil lamp was indistinct, and a little bit of clear light fell into her eyes, as if it contained the entire vast starry sky. She lowered her eyelashes, shook her head, seemed to pity, and sighed: "Wudie... why are you bothering?"

This woman was the oiran of Yinxianglou, Wu Die.

She raised her head abruptly, staggered back a step, and murmured: "You still remember me, you still remember me..."

Suddenly, that sad expression turned into a monstrous hatred, she took two steps back again, opened her hands as if to grab something, but she didn't grab anything, she pointed at Leng Xia with her trembling fingers, and shouted hoarsely. He shouted loudly: "It's all you! It's all you! You don't want to be a good woman, why do you pretend to be a man to deceive my feelings!"

That day, she secretly swallowed the poison necessary for a dead man, and took advantage of the poisonous hair to take the palm of the guard. She was seriously injured and fled. Dongchu didn't dare to go back. She knew the master's methods better than anyone else. Once the priest is found, what greets her will be a day that would be worse than death!

She secretly fled to Xiwei, her martial arts were all abolished due to the onset of poison, and she returned to her old profession in a brothel, but those slightly raised phoenix eyes were full of sarcasm and arrogance. The look on that person's face always comes to mind, the slight curvature of that person's lips, that man with all his sharpness but his aura, she can't forget...

She was favored by Murong Zhe and brought into the Prince's Mansion, and she also thought about it, so be it, be like this for the rest of her life, but she always felt a little bit uneasy, how could such an idiot be worth that person's worth? Dreaming back at midnight, then The figure of a man always appeared in front of her eyes, and if she wanted to see him, she only needed one side.

She followed Murong Zhe to Daqin, but she never expected that the person in her heart was a woman!
Wu Die laughed wildly, and there was an indescribable sadness in her laughter, "I actually like a woman! I like a woman..."

Snapped!
At this moment, after going back and changing his clothes, Murong Zhe, who was about to watch the rape scene, did not expect to see such a scene, and in a rage, he slapped Wu Die on the cheek.

Wu Die fell to the ground with a "bang!", her face was instantly swollen, and a scarlet and glaring bloodstain flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Murong Zhe kicked her fiercely, and shouted sharply: "How dare you deceive my prince and pretend to be my prince's sister! Drag it on!"

In an instant, the two guards dragged Wu Die, who was laughing wildly, down with their arms.

After there was no one else in the room, Murong Zhe looked at Zhan Beilie who was still unconscious on the bed, sat opposite Leng Xia, and sneered, "Ming people don't talk dark words, although this woman is fake, are you my friend?" Royal sister, we both know it very well!"

Leng Xia raised her eyebrows, she remained silent, waiting for Murong Zhe to continue.

Murong Zhe was secretly complacent, thinking that she was acquiescing, and then said: "Hand over what you got from Murong Lengxia, and this matter will be cancelled, and you can still sit safely in your position as Princess Lie."

"Otherwise..." His eyes flashed a hint of sternness, although he didn't say any more, he expressed a naked threat.

Leng Xia mused to herself, so that's the case, he used all means to covet Murong Leng Xia's things, but after she woke up, Murong Leng Xia had nothing but a wedding dress, so what could it be?
Leng Xia narrowed her eyes, smiled ironically, and said, "A useless princess who is not favored actually has something that the third prince covets..."

Seeing that she was unmoved at all, Murong Zhe finally became angry from embarrassment, and shouted: "Your status today is all thanks to Xi Wei, I can lift you up, and I can also send you to hell. You'd better be more sensible. Don’t worry about things that belong to you that you shouldn’t have!”

Leng Xia got up, not wanting to entangle with him anymore, walked to the side of the bed, grabbed Zhan Beilie's arm and carried it across his back, and was about to walk out in big strides.

Murong Zhe bit off his tongue angrily, stepped forward suddenly to grab Leng Xia's arm, and shouted murderously: "If you don't hand over the things today, you will never get out from here!"

Leng Xia turned her body slightly, and quickly avoided Murong Zhe's hand, her cold eyes swept over his hand, she smiled coldly, and said lightly: "I won't give you things, but there is a piece of advice, it's not for anyone can be threatened by you."

The voice was very light, and there was no effort at all, but for some reason, Murong Zhe quickly put down his hand, and he couldn't help but think of the last time he was outside Lie Wang's mansion, this woman is not to be messed with!

Zhan Beilie was lying in balance on Leng Xia's shoulders, and as he moved, sour water rose from his stomach.

Zhan Beilie endured the bumps in his stomach, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly. The lioness was really tough, and she even carried him on the street like a daughter-in-law.

At this moment, Zhan Beilie forgot all the majesty of the god of war, and lay on Leng Xia's shoulder enjoying himself, with the corners of his mouth constantly grinning outwards, which man has such treatment as me!

With such a small body, the lioness can carry herself effortlessly, Zhan Beilie thought about it wildly, and his breathing became a little messed up.

Leng Xia, who was walking, suddenly paused, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and she didn't reveal it, she still carried him to the palace.

Leng Xia carried Zhan Beilie all the way back to the palace. Wherever he passed, no matter the maids and guards, they were stunned and their mouths twitched, watching the slender figure in front of him strolling swaggeringly in the palace with the tall man on his back.

Gu Feng, who was hidden on the tree in the palace, stared blankly at the petite figure in the distance, and murmured with his mouth half open: "It really is an idol..."

Lei Ming came back to his senses, stared at the figure in the distance, and wondered: "Where is the little princess going? It's not the direction of Qinghuanyuan!"

(End of this chapter)