chapter 44

His identity was unknown, but standing among the other two, he was not inferior at all, and his faint nobility could not be ignored.

For a moment, Shuiyuejuli where Susha was dancing was very quiet, not even the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

Su Qingying didn't speak, because she knew that at this time, the more you say, the more mistakes, the less you say, the less mistakes, if you don't say it's good - at least, she can't make more mistakes.

Misfortune comes from the mouth, after all, she is still not strong enough to say such words when she was provoked by Su Yinhe, and what's more, it's so unlucky to be heard by those men.

Su Qingying, oh Su Qingying, reincarnation of life and death, through two lifetimes, you still haven't cultivated enough concentration—how will it end now!
Compared with the light annoyance and remorse, Su Yinhe was not surprised by the "beauty" of this room at all, so that after Lan Xin pushed her secretly several times, she suddenly regained her senses.

Realizing that he must be in a mess right now, he smoothed his hair first, then straightened his dress, and finally saluted the three of them with an extremely elegant posture.

"I have seen Prince Yong, and His Highness Six."

The voice was soft and tender, as if the Su Yinhe at this moment and the Su Yinhe who had just been heartbroken were two people.

As for the white clothes and blue clothes, which one is Jun Xiye and which one is Jun Chuyang, she can't tell.

It's a pity that none of the two important figures present had a perfect demeanor, and they all chose to ignore Su Yinhe, who had a variety of attitudes.

Three people, six eyes, all fell on Qingying.

Being stared at by three men, Qingqing has the urge to run away—unfortunately, there is a lotus pond outside the building behind him, and a human wall in front of him, even if he finds a crack in the ground, he can't fit himself.

There was no way to retreat, he sighed lightly, and bowed resignedly, "I have met the prince, His Highness Six."

This time, Jun Xiye opened his mouth, his voice was soft, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry: "Get up."

"Thank you, my lord." Lily straightened up, and at the same time, Su Yinhe also stood up, sort of understanding the identities of Jun Xiye and Jun Chuyang.

Before coming to Dachu, she was already very clear about the purpose of her trip, which was to help Jun Chuyang bring down Jun Xiye.

However, according to legend, the bloodthirsty and ruthless Prince Yong, who was dressed in silver fan and white clothes, was so elegant, gentle as jade, with a refined demeanor, without the slightest bit of murderous intent as rumored.

And what surprised her the most was Jun Chuyang... It is said that he was born with a weak disease, wandering through the gates of hell several times, and would die at any time. Looking at it now, it seems that he is indeed in poor health, but it is not as rumored. .

If you marry him...such a peerless and handsome man, it seems...it seems to be—

Su Yinhe stared at Jun Chuyang's exquisitely handsome face, her eyes could not hide her love, everyone has a love for beauty, such a beautiful man, as long as a woman would be fascinated by him, not to mention, he He is also the prospective husband that he is about to marry.

Everyone present, including Jun Chuyang, did not give Su Yinhe half of the spare time, but Shui Qinglan was very kind, with an evil smile on her thin lips, and said in a surprised tone: "Miss Su, you are injured!" !"

by……

One sentence reminded her.

"Ah—" Su Yinhe hurriedly covered her wound and screamed, her beautiful eyes were full of horror, she pointed at Su Qingying and said, "Shuang'er, how could you treat me like this, I am your sister after all. "

"..." She didn't know what the next sentence was going to say, she raised her eyebrows lightly, and decided to stay the same and see what tricks Su Yinhe could pull off.

(End of this chapter)

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