concubine, you cant do

Chapter 27 Murong Shengrui (2)
With a chill in his heart, Leng Yannuo, Leng Yanyue, Cui Xinyi and several other ladies bid farewell to each other and walked towards the carriage.

After walking a few steps, Leng Yannuo's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head to Leng Yanyue and said to Leng Yanyue, "Fourth sister, why don't you take a car with Yang Nao."

Leng Yanyue glanced at Leng Yannuo and didn't pursue it curiously, but just snorted coldly at Leng Yannuo at the right time when Yang Nam looked over, and called Yang Nam to get into another carriage.

Satisfied with Leng Yanruo's reaction, Leng Yannuo took Hanshuang into the carriage.

As soon as the curtain of the car was opened, Frost stagnated, and he turned around to receive Leng Yannuo's gaze. After breathing, he helped Leng Yannuo into the carriage as if there was no difference, and then he himself sat in the carriage consciously and quietly. corner.

The carriage drove for less than a quarter of an hour before it fell behind Leng Yanyue's carriage.

At this time, the carriage stopped in a remote alley.

Frost wisely got out of the carriage, and told the groom, "Miss is tired, go and buy some corn cakes for her."

"I think Miss can't eat corn cakes at this time." The groom raised his head and looked at Hanshuang, with a slightly ruffian tone.

Frost's complexion changed slightly, and then he heard a young and sweet voice from a groom who looked dark and over forty years old, "Miss Frost, don't be afraid, my lord is talking to your lady, we'll just wait .”

Prince?Li Wang, Hanshuang understands, the driver of feelings is Li Wang's man, and it's easy to understand.

Only then did Leng Yannuo look at the silent and picturesque man in the carriage.

The man was dressed in a black brocade robe, with a pleasant complexion and exquisite facial features. The whole figure was like an evening veil in a clear night, the radiance of a bright moon, and the mist rising in the morning, gentle and jade-like.

Leng Yannuo looked at Chu Yuran and thought he was a thick brocade.When I saw Hua Qianyao, I felt like a flirtatious double-edged sword. He seemed to be as romantic as the wind, but in fact he was deeply thoughtful. After seeing Li Ruofeng, I felt that he was like a Qingfang who broke through the ground after the storm.

But the person in front of him, not to mention his world-shaking face, just his posture, is as free as a cloud, like nothing in the dust.

The extraordinary appearance is known at the distance of a screen, but it is even more breathless when it is in front of it. The pure and flawless face seems to be soaked in the snow of the Tianshan Mountains. He was looking at her now.

Men can be so beautiful.

It can be said that Mohua is full of color, and it will last forever.

It doesn't mean that the body is cold and poisonous, and the body is weak. Judging from his complexion, the wind is clear and bright, but he is very healthy.

"Murong Shengrui?" Leng Yannuo asked in a probing tone.

"Leng Yannuo?" The man said with the same tone, his voice was like a breeze in the mountains, knocking people dizzy.

"Heh..." Leng Yannuo suddenly chuckled, "I'm afraid my elder sister has never met you, otherwise, even if she is a widow, she will definitely marry you."

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows, "Then are you willing to marry me?" I have to say that this gesture is really beautiful for him.

"Is this a marriage proposal?" Leng Yannuo smiled, but there was a hint of glaze in his eyes, "Li Wang, are you sincere?"

Murong Shengrui leaned against the wall of the car suddenly, "You said you wanted me to pay money, and I paid, and you said you wanted to see me in real life, and here I am, isn't that sincerity?"

"Yeah." Leng Yannuo nodded, and said seriously, "I'll think about it."

"The emperor will announce you into the palace tomorrow, and you can go back on your word before today." Murong Shengrui was straightforward.

Hearing this, Leng Yannuo raised his head and looked at Murong Shengrui, with a calm expression and no emotion.

The carriage fell into silence for a while, and as the carriage moved, the curtains fluttered gently, and a ray of sunlight took the opportunity to enter, illuminating the unclear interior of the carriage.

Leng Yannuo quietly looked at Murong Shengrui, the youngest prince of Tianmu Kingdom, who had been poisoned since he was a child, and declared that he would not live to be twenty, but he was a genius from the sky, with a world-renowned face, such a royal family If the root system is dead, wouldn't it be easy for someone to overturn this country?
Looking at Leng Yannuotang's apprehension, as if he knew what she was thinking, Murong Shengrui said warmly, "I do have a cold poison in my body, but I'm not so weak." The dim light is faint.

Leng Yannuo gave a soft "um" and didn't speak.

"What guarantee can you give me?" After a long time, he said coldly.In fact, it is not bad to think about marrying someone who is beautiful, short-lived and has no emotional involvement.

Murong Shengrui looked at the woman in front of him who was as bright as a peach blossom, with a beautiful figure and radiant brilliance, his eyes suddenly shattered with a touch of warmth, and then his thin lips parted slightly, "I can't allow you to be dependent for the rest of my life, but I can allow you to be peaceful forever, You are the only Princess Li in this lifetime."

"Why does the prince have to marry a wife? Except for the emperor's unilateral force, could it be that the prince..."

"I need a wife, and the Li Palace needs a master." Murong Shengrui gently interrupted Leng Yannuo.

It's the master, not the hostess, Leng Yannuo understands.

Leng Yannuo heard the words and looked at Murong Shengrui seriously. At this moment, he was so serious. Facing a woman whom he had only met once, he made such a promise, and his face was completely indifferent. He was not at all sad because he would soon pass away, but It is a lightness, a kind of decisiveness that sees through the world, but has no choice but to enter the game. The breeze blows lazily, and the ink robe flows, just like him splashing ink into a painting.

Leng Yannuo didn't speak any more, when the carriage drove halfway, Murong Shengrui's figure suddenly moved quickly, and disappeared in the carriage in the blink of an eye.

The fragrance inside the car was still there, as if the person from just now was still sitting there, with firm eyes and a majestic aura.

Leng Yannuo was thinking about it, when she saw Hanshuang lift the curtain of the car and slipped in.

"Miss, what did King Li say to you just now?" Frost looked at Leng Yannuo for a long time and couldn't see Leng Yannuo's emotions clearly.

Leng Yannuo looked up at Hanshuang, waved his hand, "It's nothing, I'm trying to find you a son-in-law."

"Huh?" Frost...

After a long time, Leng Yannuo ordered the coachman to drive away.

After finishing the play, the coachman is naturally disguised as King Li's guard, and there must be a beginning and an end.

After the carriage drove for about half an hour, the carriage seemed to shake slightly, and then a black figure swept in like a gust of wind, coldly raised its attacking hand, but when it saw the blood-dripping arm After a condensate, it suddenly melted away without a trace.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll kill you." A cold word came in with the wind.

At the same time, Frost stood in front of Leng Yannuo with a look of wariness.

Everything happened in an instant.

The carriage was quiet again.

With the faint light in the carriage, Leng Yannuo could clearly see the woman who fell on the wall of the carriage and gasped for breath as soon as she entered the carriage.

"Jinniang?" Leng Yannuo watched the woman suddenly speak, her voice did not fluctuate.

The veil of the woman in black was accidentally scraped off when entering the carriage, revealing a clear face.

(End of this chapter)