The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"What's wrong with you just now? What scene? What drama?" Ye Qingran really cared and looked at the two of them. I felt that there was something in Rong Jing's words, and Yun Qiangyue was too excited because of his words, and asked Yun Qingyue's angry face.

"Just now, Prince Ben just happened to catch a good show. Well, this is the only one in this life. Jing Shizi and Ms. Qingyue are not as good as seeing each other! The five bodies that the Prince Pei admires are thrown into the ground." Nan Lingrui caressed Chin, looking at the two of them with a smile, the incomparable smile became the thief's smile.

Yun Qianyue took a deep breath, took another deep breath, and then pressed down her anger, staring at Rong Jing fiercely, with a warning of Chiguo Guo, Xu Yu, she turned back and smiled at Nan Lingrui, Extremely gentle, but his eyes are cold and cold like with giant thorns, "You better forget what you just did, otherwise, I don't mind taking you as a demonstration!"

Nan Lingrui immediately shut up. That scene replaced Rong Jing with his words... He shivered.

Yun Qianyue turned to look at Ye Qingran again, and waved her hand indifferently, avoiding the weight and saying lightly: "Does this need to be said? Obviously, it is this black-hearted weak beauty with a poisonous mouth and a tongue. Ask the two of us that he is black and black People with lungs know that perch is more poisonous than his mouth even if they haven’t eaten it. Think about it, right?"

Ye Qingran always felt something was wrong, he seemed to be late and missed something. Look at Rong Jing, see him calmly, and then look at Yun Qiangyue, she didn't care if she didn't care, but she thought this little girl looked good Bullying, but she was so cruel, she shouldn't be able to eat any losses, so she dismissed her doubts, agreed with her, and nodded, "Yes! You are right. I have eaten perch. There is really no poison for this weak beauty's mouth."

Nan Lingrui looked at Ye Qingran, his eyes looked strangely half-turned, turned his head, and seemed unable to bear to look again.

Yun Qianyue is thinking about how cute the child is at night! Why was it that the first beauty of southern Xinjiang was the first to get ahead? Does she still have the hope of grabbing it? An idea just popped out of her mind and was immediately knocked out by herself again. She was just in case the old emperor gave her a mandarin duck at the Wu Zhuangyuan conference. , She has enough headaches, still thinking about how to deal with it! Don't miss Xiao Ye at night.

Recalling Rong Feng, Yun Qingyue lost her appetite, she put down her chopsticks and was listlessly authentic: "I'm not going to eat, go back to the house!"

"Don't eat it? Little girl, your plate of lotus leaf smoked chicken hasn't moved yet!" Ye Qingran was stunned.

"Fat, no appetite, no more. Give it to you!" Yun Qingyue waved his hand and said to go, without delay, he walked toward the door without any delay.

"Do you want to go home on foot? Wait for me to send you back." Rong Jing also got up and stood up slowly to follow Yun Qianyue, his footsteps were still his usual unhurried, unhurried , Soothing and elegant.

"Then hurry up!" Yun Qianyue didn't return. She had such a sensation now, but she didn't want to be watched all the way back to Yun Wang's mansion, but still took a car to insure.

"Hmm!" Rong Jing answered, and the two quickly went out of the room, and immediately went downstairs.

Ye Qingyan stared at the two left with a daze, turned around and asked Nan Lingrui, "I didn't say anything wrong? Why did the little girl suddenly look like her head was drooping?"

Nan Lingrui withdrew her gaze from the door and shook the folding fan. "It is said that she asked the emperor today to marry Rong Feng, and she did not agree. Now that you mention her sad things, she is naturally uncomfortable. Now probably Thinking about how to make the emperor promise to marry Rong Feng!"

"This way?" Ye Qingran raised her brows and frowned. "What's so good about Rong Feng? That kind of relationship has won her heart? Is he really not married?"

"Where does this prince know? You might as well ask Rong Feng. Ask him where he made her look." Nan Lingrui got up, walked up and walked out, throwing a sentence: "I'm going to the cloud Wangfu turned around and came to Tiansheng. Those days haven't met Lord Yun Yun! Eat slowly yourself!"

The voice has not fallen, and people have followed Rong Jing and Yun Qiangyue downstairs.

Ye Qingran sat at the table frowning and thinking, thinking for a long time how could it not be possible for Rong Feng to get that little girl's eye. He got up and stood, thinking that Nan Lingrui was right, and now he went to Rongwang Mansion to find Rong Feng to ask clearly. You can't just let the little girl whimper on a whim!

Ye Qingran walked downstairs quickly, and there was no figure of Rong Jing, Yun Qianyue and Nan Lingrui downstairs. He hurried out of the door. Before he walked to the door, he was yelled at the head of the shopkeeper. "Please stay!"

"What's the matter?" Although Ye Qingran was anxious, she stopped.

"Going back to the little prince, Jing Shizi confessed when he left, saying that the last person who came out to check out was a total of 1812 twelve silver." The shopkeeper bowed to Ye Qingran with respect and respect.

Ye Qingran reached out and touched his arms, his arms were stronger than Nan Lingrui, but he was only a few dozen silver, he shivered, and his face turned black to the hands of the shopkeeper. He gritted his teeth and said: "Give you first Go back to my house and get them!"

When the words fell, his figure flashed out of the drunk Xianglou.

The owner of the shopkeeper was afraid that Ye Qingye had chopped him. Unexpectedly, he threw away the only silver in his body and left. He let out a sigh of relief, shook the silver bag in his hand, and turned into a statue in the building for so long. The guest who finally returned to his soul looked at it, turned around and walked to the counter to pick up the abacus and the account book.

He quickly settled the bill, and told a young man, "The silver bill paid by the little royal prince is forty-five two, and there is still one thousand seven hundred and sixty-two. You go to the Prince of Germany to get it back. "

"Yes!" The little guy responded immediately and took out the menu of Tianzi No. 1 Room out of Zuixianglou.

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat on his forehead, thinking that the person was old, and it really didn't work. Can't stand the excitement!

"Did you just come in, Jing Shizi and Miss Qingyue?" I didn't know who said it. The voice was extremely clear, and I couldn't believe it.

"Right!" one responded uncertainly.

"The man was dragged in by Miss Asagi. It is said that Jing Shizi never brought people within three feet. How could that person be Jing Shizi? Anyway, the appearance of the man just now is Hua Kui of Qingyilou. Not as good!" Another humane.

"Is it not Jing Shizi? Who is that?" another asked.

"Is it Mr. Rong Feng? I came out of Mo Baozhai earlier and saw the portrait of Rong Feng. It is a bit like the man just now." Another of them took the words, and hesitated a little.

"That's about it! Jing Shizi can't be so intimate with Miss Qingyue, son Rong Feng was invited by the Emperor Qingyue to marry the Emperor at the Wu Zhuangyuan Conference today, and the Wu Zhuangyuan Conference ended early today, Miss Qianyue. It’s no surprise to be with Rong Feng." Another person immediately guessed rightly.

Everyone nodded again and again, thinking that when the two came in, they looked like they were twisted and twisted into one body, and they felt their hearts hurt. In this broad daylight, it is really only Miss Qingyue who can do nothing! I would like to ask which lady dare dare to come so close with his arms? Who is Rong Feng?

"But Jing Shizi's carriage was parked outside just now!" A later man wondered.

Everyone looked at the man in amazement.

The man's face flushed red, and he said timidly under the eyes of everyone who was full of curiosity: "I didn't want to come in because I saw Jing Shizi's carriage parked in the Zuixiang Tower outside, so I also followed in. ."

The crowd suddenly realized, and one of them quickly asked, "Then do you know that person is Jing Shizi?"

"It should be!" The man hesitated because he had never seen Jing Shizi before.

Everyone thinks that Jing Shizi has not been out of the house for ten years, let alone eat in a lively place like Zuixianglou. People from the same Rongwang Mansion are not allowed to see Jing Shizi for ten years. There are very few people in the world. Look at me. I look at you. I can't figure out if that person is Rongjing.

"People who have heard of Rong Feng and Jing Shizi think they are similar."

"I have here the painting of Rong Feng Gongzi just bought from Mo Bao Zhai. Let's see if you compare and compare!" He took out the painting blushingly.

"It turns out that there is a portrait of Rong Feng son! Come and see!" Someone shouted.

"Come and see! Come and see!" Everyone shouted to the woman.

The picture was quickly opened, and Rong Feng's figure on the high platform appeared in front of everyone. In a white suit, standing against the wind, with a clear eyebrow, the breeze blowing, and the coat fluttering like the wind, then instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"That person was not Rong Feng's son just now!" someone said as soon as he saw the portrait.

"Yes, although the man's face is somewhat similar to that of the man in the portrait, the man is obviously much more beautiful, as if coming out of the painting. And the portrait of Rong Feng's eyebrows is compelling, Qing Yi was dusty. It wasn’t a lone look at the son who just came in with Miss Asagi."

"Yes, not alone!" Everyone agreed. Because such beautiful men are too rare, like poetry and paintings, although they are weak and sick, but they don’t lose their grace and elegance, they are unhurried, and they are definitely not comparable in this painting. If the person in this painting is a fast sword, killing one's blood at a glance, and that person is a peerless sword that has been polished for a long time, and can burn into the soul of the person's heart.

"So that person is Jing Shizi?" Someone tentatively made a noise.

Everyone nodded, thinking of such a graceful and elegant appearance, except for Jing Shizi, who did not think of a second person.

"Unfortunately, there is never a portrait of Jing Shizi available on the market!"