Marry a queen

Sima Luo was startled.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly lowered the eyelids, and changed the subject lightly, "Have you fallen in love with Su'er?"

Murong Jing looked at him for a while, then calmly said two words: "No."

"Lie!" Sima Luo raised his eyes and roared softly, staring at Murong Jing with suspicion in his eyes.In just an instant, he restrained himself again, and changed into a calm and clear demeanor, "If you like it, you like it, you can't lie. Yesterday...you didn't act like you didn't. Look, it's the same now. It's not personal Have you come out to find someone?"

"She's my queen, that's all." [

"That's all?" Sima Luo raised his eyebrows in disbelief, unable to figure out what he wanted to hear, "Right, let me tell you first, in the future, Su'er will be our Southern Man's princess——no, queen! I will be one day Monarch. Blessed is she to be the Queen of two countries... How about it? We have one more thing in common, and women are no exception."

A trace of pain flashed in Murong Jing's eyes.

God is punishing?

"Why aren't you angry?" Sima Luo's dark eyes turned cold, he leaned forward, and said with a hint of hatred, "I can bear it, I've already said this, and you're not angry today? ... By the way , where is my beloved Su'er?" He was not angry, but what about himself?It seems to be angry!The latter sentence is like an exclamation, but it also seems to be a warning.

After a long time, Murong Jing closed his eyes and swallowed lightly, "Don't hurt Su'er."

"Uh?... You finally said it, did you admit it?" Sima Luo's tone slowed down, "Isn't it good to admit it? I just like to hear you say that you like her. When the time comes, I will tell her Will it be particularly painful for you to take it away? The taste..." Speaking of the last sentence, her beautiful eyes were full of anticipation, as if she was waiting for that scene.

After a short pause, Sima Luo seemed to be in a good mood.He slowly walked up to Murong Jing, "Don't worry, I won't hurt Su'er. I like her, I really like her. So, I sent you the things I like, how about it? It's okay ..." Putting his head close to Murong Jing's ear, he called out in a low voice, "Brother..."

A soft "brother" seemed to freeze everything.

"Sima Luo, you have misunderstood the person, I am not your brother." Murong Jing's head was empty, and he felt powerless to do anything for a moment.