Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

The person in his arms sneered silently: You haven't become a prince yet, so you dream of becoming an emperor one day?Baili Yuxi, in this life, just dream!

Seeing that Shui Ningyan sneered and said nothing, Baili Yuxi still asked in a soft voice: "How are you?"

Queen?She did it for 20 years in her last life, she has already done enough!Do not care!

"Fourth prince, if your words reach the emperor's ears, how will he feel?" Shui Ningyan sneered and looked at Baili Yuxi, her eyes were full of unfeeling and disdain.

"You won't." Baili Yuxi let go of the Shui Ningyan, seemingly determined, and stood smiling at her with his hands behind his back.

Yes, in her previous life, not only would she not, but she would help him fight for it, but in this life, not only would she not help him, but she would also let him fall from a high altitude into the abyss, and taste the taste of eternal doom!

Shui Ningyan snorted coldly, and her peerless and enchanting face was full of sarcasm at the moment: "Fourth Prince, there are no absolutes in everything." She told, then turned and left, leaving only a back view for Baili Yuxi.

After a long time, Baili Yuxi laughed at herself, what happened tonight?She has been holding back, but lost control because she was wearing other people's clothes. It seems that she has become more and more impatient recently.

He doesn't have such a good background as Baili Cangzhu, and some of them are obtained by his own efforts. Now is really not the time to think about Shui Ningyan.

The thick night submerged him, and at this moment, a hidden guard suddenly appeared beside him, knelt down to Baili Yuxi and said hello, "Master."

"Keep an eye on Baili Cangzhu, and report immediately if there is any movement."

"Yes." After receiving the order, the dark guard quietly hid in the deep night and disappeared.

Being able to come and go without a sound in the palace where masters gather, shows that that person's martial arts are very profound.

After New Year's Eve, Shui Ningyan drew blueprints for Baili Cangzhu to bring to Baili Cangzhu, and began to repair the refugee camp for the victims. All the expenses came from the thousand taels of gold that the emperor rewarded Shui Ningyan.

It couldn't be more appropriate to take it from the people and use it to the people.Shui Ningyan smiled slightly, let Zijin lay down in the yard, and put the book on her face to quietly bask in the sun.

The time is quiet and the years are worry-free.This time, Shui Ningyan slept for three or four hours. When she woke up, Luzhu came up to tell that the servant next to the Seventh Prince had just come, and saw that the young lady was taking a nap and didn't come forward to disturb her. She just took the Seventh Prince's hand A letter for the servant to hand over to the lady.

Opening the envelope, one can see Baili Cangzhu's vigorous and powerful pen and ink, just a few short words: everything is ready, just waiting for the beautiful woman.

Shui Ningyan smiled slightly, put the letter in the envelope, and ordered the girl to inform the second lady that she changed into a new attire, without a single attendant, and rode alone to the refugee camp outside the city.

Although the people of Yan State are open-minded, but due to her identity as the daughter of a family, Shui Ningyan wears a bamboo hat on her head, and the white gauze hanging from the hat makes it difficult to see her face clearly.

Leaping up the horse, the dust is everywhere, and the horse gallops.

The light-colored windbreaker of water condensation smoke flutters with the wind, and the veil is slightly blown away, revealing the face of the country, but it is quickly covered up again, covering up and hiding, adding a sense of mystery to passers-by .It attracted the attention of passers-by.

Along the way, passing by the place she visited last time, Shui Ningyan smiled in relief, there were no traces of refugees on the roadside, it seemed that Baili Cangzhu handled it well.