The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 289 Your Majesty, Love Your Wife Like Your Life [2]

The lazy black eyes narrowed suddenly, deep and treacherous, his movements were one step faster than his thoughts, when he was considering how to capture the woman inside, the soft sword had already pierced the last veil.

The white gauze was cut off by the waist of the soft sword, revealing a woman sitting cross-legged on the soft couch.

The woman's originally closed eyes opened in vain, and with a wave of her hand, she entangled the soft sword in the air, her arms tightened, and one end was tightly strangled.

Shui Qinglan clenched the hilt of her sword tightly, her handsome eyebrows lined up with the soft sword, her black eyes were as deep as moyuan, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she was domineering.

The two slowly met their eyes through a stretch of white silk.

What caught Shui Qinglan's eyes was a face that was astonishing as heaven.

The willow eyebrows are slender, just like spring willows in the south of the Yangtze River.

Beautiful eyes are deep, without the slightest wave.

The outline of eyebrows and eyes is endlessly exquisite and refined.

Beautiful nose, light-colored cherry lips...they are truly unparalleled!

However, she was sitting cross-legged in white clothes. Although she was beautiful, she was like an ice sculpture, ruthless and ruthless.

Ye ruthless.

Sure enough, he is the head of the Ye family, and he can afford these three words.

He looked up and down the ice-cast beauty with pure masculine admiration, but the beauty frowned, "Presumptuous!"

A huge internal force came from her hands, and through Bai Lian, Shui Qinglan, who was still admiring the beauty, was caught off guard, her fingertips numb, and the soft sword came out of her hand.

With a sound of "铛——", it pierced into the nanmu pillar.

Shui Qinglan lost her soft sword, her expression changed, her sleeves rolled upside down, she wrapped Bai Lian around her upper arm, pulled it violently, and confronted Ye Wuqing again.

"I said, beauty, can you stop being so violent?" He hooked his lips and smiled wickedly.

Ye Wuqing's quiet eyes, like an ancient well, sank slightly, "Leave Ye's house."

Well, yes, there is one more word this time.

He is really easy to be satisfied, one word is enough to make him flattered... "It's not impossible to ask me to leave, you go with me."

"Humph."

He responded with a cold snort, and then, Ye Wuqing raised his finger, and Bai Lian was as nimble as a snake, and he was about to press against Shang Shui Qinglan's neck.

Ouch, the beauty is angry!
Shui Qinglan waved his arm, escaped from Bai Lian's control, and then pulled it up in the air, aiming at the soft sword embedded in the pillar.

He originally wanted to draw back the soft sword, and then subdue Ye Wuqing—even though Ye Wuqing's martial arts were superb, he might not be his opponent yet.

pity……

One thing he miscalculated was that Ye Wuqing suddenly stood up, and Bai Lian in his hand quickly wrapped around his ankle.

"Hey—" Shui Qinglan grinned, knowing that it was a disaster.

In the next second, with the sound of "Day~", Shui Qinglan turned into a flying cake and was thrown out of the inner room by Bai Lian.

His head was forced to open the door, and when he looked helplessly at the moon in the sky, he fell heavily downstairs.

The sun tonight is really basking——

His Majesty the Emperor thought so, temporarily ignoring his sad experience of being "thrown" out of the house by a woman.

Then, in the bright moonlight, his soft sword was also thrown out, successfully interpreting what it meant to be "loyal to protect the Lord".

【Your Majesty, love your wife like your life】

That night, Shui Qinglan returned to Shenshui Pavilion with an extremely terrifying expression.

His confidant Cheng Huai looked at his obvious anger, even though he knew that he couldn't ask, couldn't ask...he still couldn't hold it back.

"Young master, you are..."

The hair is disheveled, which can be explained by being blown by the wind.

The clothes are tattered, and he can also be regarded as the son's "mash-up style".

But the mark that was obviously "drawn" by something on the face... It can't be said that the young master "self-tortured".

(End of this chapter)