The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"In what capacity? The future crown princess? Or the future empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty? But, is Xuanyuan Qihuang destined to ascend to the throne? His brothers are all eyeing each other." Murong Canghai's face was filled with There was always a cold and charming smile, and there was a clear sense of irony in his tone.

Su Yueming poured another glass of wine for Murong Canghai, watching the clear liquid slowly fill the glass.

She put down the wine bottle and said, "The King of the Northern Courtyard is wrong, neither, neither the future crown princess nor the future empress."

In this life, there will be no man's surname in front of her Su Yueming's name, she is just Su Yueming, she is not attached to anyone.

Murong Canghai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Then why did you do everything possible to help him? You are so proud, but you are willing to plead with me for him."

Su Yueming paused and said, "I owe him this."

Murong Canghai stretched out his hand suddenly, and with a little force with his long hand, he pulled Su Yueming into his arms, leaned over to look at the woman in front of him, and asked——

"If I promise you, don't you owe me again, and how do you plan to pay it back?"

She was so indifferent, arrogant, and arrogant, she was willing to plead with her for a man. He couldn't think of any other reason except because she loved that man.

His gentle eyes gradually became dangerous, and the strength in his hands gradually increased, making Su Yueming's originally calm body feel the approach of a strong breath.

"Don't you want an opponent who is good enough to match you?" She asked, trying to keep her calm on the surface.

But he seemed capable of disintegrating her hardness bit by bit.

"In your eyes, is he a match enough for me, Murong Canghai?" His voice was extremely cold.

"...Yes." She looked up at him and said.

Suddenly, as if punishing, Murong Canghai tightened his grip tightly on her soft waist, pressed his lips against hers, with a force between his teeth, Su Yueming felt a bloody smell.

Su Yueming's arm was between the two of them, and he wanted to push it away, but he couldn't use any strength at all.

Her salty fresh blood flowed into their lips, and the taste of this blood contained a strong bitter taste.

He invaded her city domineeringly and possessively, her face blushed, her heart began to panic, she shook her head trying to escape from his grasp.

But his strength was so great that it was difficult for her to escape.

Perhaps, she has an unbreakable cold heart and a cold and ruthless iron-blooded wrist, but as a woman, she was the weak side in front of him from the beginning.

but……

She suddenly felt the weight on her body increase, his body was limp on her body, and his hands were hanging limply on her side.

She turned her head to look at the pear blossom wine that she hadn't finished drinking. The flagon was tipped over, and the liquid fell to the ground drop by drop.

……

She picked up the dark green jade pendant around his waist, hooked the black-gold lanyard with her little finger, and pulled it lightly. Sure enough, there was a bamboo tube the size of a thumb inside. There was a piece of rolled parchment in the center of the bamboo, and she spread the parchment. ,one look--

She guessed right, it was indeed a map, and she had already guessed that the tattoo on his back was not a real treasure map.

She quickly scanned every point on it, and recorded it in her mind as quickly as possible. She didn't understand the Daqin characters, so she could only remember them as symbols.