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

"Well……"

Looking at Su Yueming, who was obviously terrified but still as cold as ice in her arms, Murong Canghai suddenly let go of her hand, and she fell off the horse defenselessly, and let out a muffled groan in pain.

The love potion bottle in the sleeve also fell out, rolled a few times, and landed on the side of the horse's hoof. The horse was curious and kicked it a few times.

Murong Canghai seemed to be the god who ruled over everything in the world, looking down at the struggling woman on the ground, showing no intention of pity.

"..." He leaped with long legs, got off the horse neatly, bent one knee, squatted on the ground, picked up the bottle, pulled out the cap with a snap, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, the evil charm was cold and arrogant. A trace of sarcasm rose from the corner of his lips, and he said, "When Tangtang looks to the right, his mind is filled with unworthy things. Is this kind of pustule the only thing around Xuanyuan Qihuang? No wonder, Da Zhou is not as good as one day It’s been a day, and now, it’s up to a woman to seize the treasure map.”

Su Yueming's hands tightly grasped the weeds under his body, and the palms of his hands had already been scratched by the weeds, which was very painful.

She had to admit that every word Murong Canghai said—

The reason why the Great Zhou Dynasty was declining day by day, the severe disaster caused the treasury to become empty was just a symptom, the most important thing was that officials protected each other, collusion between officials and businessmen, serious corruption and corruption, all the princes in the court had their own plans, and the East Palace suffered from enemies.

These are chronic illnesses accumulated by the current emperor during his 23-year reign. The crown prince is now starting to rectify this mess. Unfortunately, the time is too short to see significant results.

Murong Canghai walked up to Su Yueming's side, raised his hand, and pinched Su Yueming's chin. With a light force from his hand, her mouth was forced to open——

Seeing his hand holding the bottle getting closer and closer to her lips, the indifference on her face finally disintegrated, she shook her head desperately, and said——

"No, don't, don't."

Seeing the terrified look on her face, Murong Canghai clearly showed a satisfied expression on his face.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, drawing an arc in the air, and the bottle fell into the grass with a bang and disappeared.

At the same time, his whole body pressed towards her like a towering mountain, pressing her under him, Su Yueming immediately felt that he was surrounded by a strong aura that could not be ignored.

He suddenly pinched her chin tightly, as if punishing her, his lips were close to hers, trampling and biting hard.

"Well, let go, let go..." The more she struggled, the more he plundered, he exuded a domineering and arrogant aura, as if he regarded her as a city and wanted to capture her in one fell swoop.

Murong Canghai went crazy, moving his big hand around her soft body, his fingertips penetrated into her skirt, he pressed his hand hard, only heard a hissing sound, and felt a bone-chilling chill on her shoulder.

He tore her skirt and bit her shoulder with his mouth open.

"Ah!" She raised her head and shouted.

"Murong Canghai! Let her go!"

At this time, a voice suddenly came, causing Su Yueming's heart to tremble suddenly, and he turned his head to look forward.

I saw a thick cloud of dust rising high, and only heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves and a blurry figure behind the dust.

near, near.

She saw it!

It's the prince!

He is coming!

He was dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, and he stood on the horse, exuding majesty and arrogance that cannot be tolerated in the world, his eyes were narrowed, and there was a sense of nobility and elegance between his brows.