Raising a demon to become a husband

Chapter 11

It's eighteen, there are no girls at this age who are not married, and the only ones with their full names are Miss and Zhao Xinrou.

As soon as the voice fell, someone behind him spoke.

"I didn't expect that I hid here to relax, and it made it easy for me to find it."

Upon hearing this voice, Shuang Jiang's face darkened immediately, "I've seen Mr. Lu."

This Lu Fengying actually came here, after they saw him like Miss San, they dared to come here, he really is not afraid of death.

Lu Fengying nodded in greeting, walked to Meng Qishu and sat down, "Shu'er, I didn't expect you to come. If I knew it earlier, I would pick you up and enter the palace together."

Meng Qishu lazily rested her face on her pillow, and said with a sneer, "If I didn't come, wouldn't I have missed such a good show? I like watching plays the most. It would be a pity if I missed it."

"Shu'er, you misunderstood." Lu Fengying coughed a few times in a daze, and then calmed down a little before speaking, "Jun'er and I are just friends, but we just happened to say a few words, you really shouldn't hurt her."

Meng Qishu's eyes darkened, and her smile became brighter, "You hurt her? Why can't I understand what Mr. Lu is saying? But your gentleman fell into the water, you should take care of her, and waste it here with me." What's the time for?"

"Shu'er..."

"You don't need to act in front of me. If you want to be together, I will do it. Besides, I wanted to break off the engagement with you. If you two are in love with each other, and I get freedom, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? If you want to save face, you can take the initiative to propose it." , I'll wait for your good news." After speaking, Meng Qishu glanced lightly and walked away.

Shuang Jiang closed his long mouth with his hands, and followed quickly.

Seeing the disappearing figure, Lu Fengying curled her lips helplessly, "My temper hasn't changed at all after all these years."

"Miss, do you think Mr. Lu will agree to break the engagement with you?" Looking at the people passing by, Shuang Jiang asked in a low voice.

Meng Qishu turned her head in surprise when she heard the words, "What? You mean that you support our termination of the engagement? Don't you really support that Lu Daiyu?"

"Oh! Isn't that why I don't know what he is? Now he's messing with Third Miss again. The most important thing is that Miss, you have already overwhelmed that wolf..." Halfway through speaking, Shuang Jiang realized that what he just said was wrong, "Lu Daiyu who is it?"

"It's your Young Master Lu."

"... Oh, so he still has such a feminine name?" After a pause, Shuang Jiang called out again, "What is my Mr. Lu? Please, miss, please stop talking nonsense. , is this also nonsense?"

Meng Qishu burst out laughing, "Just to tease you, look at you."

"Miss..." Shuang Jiang pouted dissatisfiedly, turned away angrily, and was stunned when she saw the crowd in front of her, "What are the people in front doing? It seems very lively?"

Meng Qishu also felt bored, and became interested after seeing this situation, "Let's go and have a look."

A young man in the crowd was standing by the wooden shelf. He was wearing a black brocade robe with narrow sleeves, the cuffs were embroidered with gold thread auspicious clouds, and he was wearing a wide belt with the same color auspicious cloud pattern. The black jade is simple in shape but gentle and melancholy.The long hair is tied casually with a black ribbon, the hair hanging down the cheeks is swaying in the wind, a few strands of hair are playfully hooked at the corner of the mouth, the thin lips reflecting the cherry red are uniquely charming, the three-dimensional facial features are carved with a knife As handsome as he is, the whole person exudes a majestic air of a king, but those eyes are full of evil and evil, and he is smiling at the woman leaning on the shelf at the moment.

"Miss Li, if you are afraid that you will have time to retreat now, if you lose your hand in a while, you will really regret it."

The young woman called Miss Li trembled and leaned against the wooden shelf, the apple on her head trembled with the frequency of her body shaking, "Yun'er is willing to do...anything for His Royal Highness, as long as...as long as His Royal Highness is happy, not afraid... Yun'er is not afraid."

"Very good." The man smiled charmingly, patted the woman's cheek lightly, got up and walked away, and the man stopped six feet away.

The guards on the side immediately stepped forward and presented the throwing knife.

Seeing this situation, everyone retreated one after another, and the woman on the wooden frame was already crying when she saw this situation.

The little maid at the side almost passed out seeing her young lady crying so much.

Shuang Jiang's head was full of black lines, "So this is His Royal Highness, he really knows how to play."

How could these delicate and deep boudoirs be able to resist being so frightened, how could they still see people after making such a fool of themselves in front of everyone, this trick is really vicious.This girl is the same, she dared to attack the prince with such courage, she really risked her life just to fly on a branch.

Meng Qishu snorted noncommittally, and started to watch the show with her arms folded.

"do not want!"

With a scream, the woman on the wooden frame finally collapsed.

The man waved his hand helplessly when he saw this, and stopped when he saw a very different face, looking around the crowd, "Let's change the game, this time, how about I personally name it?"

As soon as the words came out, the crowd backed away unconsciously.

Sensing that something was wrong, Meng Qishu turned her head to look, only to find that she was isolated and even Shuang Jiang retreated back, her hair was covered with black lines.

Was she betrayed?

"Oh? It turns out that someone volunteered, so I don't want to refute Miss's face, so please." The man smiled meaningfully, walked slowly to Meng Qishu and stretched out his hand, "I don't know Miss. Fang name?"

Fortunately, he still smiled along with this face.Meng Qishu snorted coldly and deliberately avoided the hand, her face was displeased, but when she looked up again, her face was full of smiles, "You don't need to ask for the name, if the crown prince is happy, there is no problem with just one throwing knife or ten throwing knives .”

Black Prince Zongzheng, hmph, in her opinion, he is not only black but also perverted.

She didn't look at the almanac when she went out today, she just watched the fun and bumped into the prince's hand, she only hoped that it would be over after a knife, she didn't want to have anything to do with this man.

"I didn't expect Miss to have such courage and insight. She really doesn't give in to a woman. Alright, let's follow Miss's ten throwing knives." Unexpectedly, Zong Zheng clapped his hands to avoid embarrassment.

Don't tell him his name?Don't let him touch it?Playing hard to get?
Dressed in gaudy clothes but also uttering wild words, stand over later to see how long she can last.Such an ignorant Qianjin lady needs to be properly taught a lesson, even today's kind of stuff also wants to catch his eyes, hmph, I'm afraid the mother's busy work is in vain.

The corners of Meng Qishu's lips twitched when he heard the words, "Thank you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, for making this happen."

He really didn't know how to be polite when he said that ten flying knives were ten flying knives.

There was an uproar among the onlookers, those who were shocked were shocked, those who watched the theater watched the theater, and those who gloated at other people's misfortune.

(End of this chapter)