Remnant King and Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Watching their leaving backs, Master Murong and Da Furen's complexions immediately darkened. Seeing this scene, Murong Zhiyuan took a step forward and saluted his father and mother.

"Father, mother, it's so good, it's better to keep the fourth sister."

"Hmph, what to do with her, it's best to use poison to let her die here, bitch, if it weren't for her, I would be like this—" Maybe the emperor would recognize himself and insert himself into Gong, be a princess.

Hearing Murong Luoran's words, Zhiyuan's eyes were gloomy, his fists clenched tightly, but he didn't swing any further, anyway, people don't hit in front, but people behind do, he doesn't hit, some people hit.

This bitch, let her live in the Murong Mansion, has already raised her up, she is good, she doesn't know how grateful she is, she always says that she is the eldest wife of the Murong Mansion, and she wears her own clothes as only the main room. I just wore bright red.

Really shameless to the extreme.

Doing it every day, when will the emperor realize with conscience that he can welcome himself into the palace and become a real princess, but he doesn't even know that the throne is about to change.

In order to hate Zhiyuan, Murong Luoran exhausted all the so-called tricks, knelt on the ground to wash Zhiyuan's feet...let him beat and scold her...even if Zhiyuan rewarded her to the servants below, she would not Greeted with a smile.

As soon as he heard her panting voice under the servants, Murong Zhiyuan felt that it was really disgusting.

but,

Is there any way, her skin is thicker than the city wall.

There is a kind of person, she will never know how hateful and shameful she is in the eyes of others.

"To far~~"

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Murong Luoran walked over delicately and tenderly, reached out to hold Zhiyuan's hand, but Zhiyuan seemed to be struck by lightning, and immediately flung Murong Luoran away, staggering, Hatred flashed in Luo Ran's eyes, but when she stood up, she was still smiling sweetly.

Mr. Murong watched this scene impatiently, turned around and supported the eldest lady, and left to discuss big plans, while Zhiyuan turned around and walked towards his garden.

Come to see it,

Turning around hastily, and following her, seeing Zhiyuan's increasingly majestic figure, her heart skipped a beat. Now that she looks at Zhiyuan, no matter how she looks at it, she feels good.

——Thinking that Zhiyuan wanted to marry her at the beginning, but she wanted to leave dismissively, even when she knew that King Jing was her own brother and wanted to marry him, she regretted it at the beginning.

When Zhiyuan entered the garden, he heard footsteps behind him, but he didn't pay any attention. He just kept a cold face, opened the door and entered the wing room, and looked at his wife who was embroidering on the soft couch, and his heart really softened.

"Miss-"

"Master..."

The young lady stood up and greeted her with a smile. The husband and wife held hands and sat together on the soft couch. Zhiyuan stretched out his arms to hug his wife. When he was about to kiss her, someone pushed her chest. The two looked up at the door at the same time, only to see Murong Luoran standing pitifully and tearfully behind the curtain.

The Young Madam's face suddenly became a little unhappy, and Murong Zhiyuan was also angry, and waved at her angrily.

"What are you waiting for, and you haven't prepared tea yet."

"okay."

When Luoran heard Zhiyuan talking to her, she was immediately very happy, and turned around to prepare tea. Seeing her leave, Zhiyuan raised her eyebrows, overflowing with a touch of evil...