The strongest peasant girl in Xiuse Jinyuan

Chapter 684 Fan Zhen is furious (1)
"Susu." With a hoarse voice, he softly called Yan Su's name, then raised his hand, beckoning to her.

Seeing Prince Rui waving at her, Yan Su quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pursed the corners of her lips, smiled slightly, and walked to him step by step.

"Susu, I won't make you wait forever. In the days to come, I will be with you. You can go wherever you say." While speaking, Ling Qi stretched out his hand and took Yan Su's hand.

"If you want to go to Tianya or Haijiao, I will go with you. You have waited for me for ten years, and for the rest of the day, let me be your shadow."

He knows that she likes freedom and the open sea and sky, but ten years ago, for the sake of the crown prince, he tied her to a piece of the Rui Palace. After a lot of life and death, he suddenly realized that imperial power and wealth are just passing clouds , the person in front of him is his lifelong pursuit.

"Um……"

Just when Ling Qi was looking at Yan Su with great affection, Ling Jing gave a soft "hmm", which directly disturbed the atmosphere between the two of them.

Seeing Ling Jing's deliberate "hmm" sound, Wei Changhe quietly tugged on his robe.

Then turned his head, winked at him, suppressed his voice, and muttered: "Ling Jing, don't you see that your father and your mother are cultivating feelings?"

This person is really a spoiler, a cheater.

Ling Jing listened to Wei Changjue muttering softly, looked at Yan Su, then turned her eyes to Prince Rui, and said lazily: "When can't we cultivate feelings."

After hearing Ling Jing's lazy words, the expressions on the faces of Prince Rui and Yan Su froze at the same time.

"Jing'er, why are you talking like that." Prince Rui looked at Ling Jing with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

This son is arrogant and arrogant, but his temperament is really similar to him.

"I can say whatever I want." Ling Jing raised her eyebrows and said leisurely.

With his phoenix eyes lightly raised, he looked directly at Prince Rui, and the aura around him was not at all inferior to the world-renowned Prince Rui.

After a moment of silence, he said again: "Old man, you have rested for ten years, and I have worked hard for you for ten years. Now, you can't die, and you can take care of the trivial matters of the palace by yourself."

The old man—poof!

When Wei Changjue heard Ling Jing's address, he almost couldn't hold his breath for a moment, and laughed outright.

Look at Prince Rui—although he has reached the age of an uncle, he is still as handsome as a fairy, elegant and elegant, and has a bit of the charm of a mature man. May I ask, is there such a handsome, elegant, and charming old man in the world?

Master Jing's title is... really special.

The old man's sound fell into Ling Qi's ears, Ling Qi just raised the corners of his lips, smiled slightly, his face was as usual, and he didn't care at all.

"Jing'er, sooner or later you will inherit the title of Prince Rui..."

Before Prince Rui finished speaking, Ling Jing interrupted, "I don't care about the title of Prince Rui."

"Old man, don't think about going out to play for the time being. Right now, what you should think about is how to deal with the man in the palace, my good uncle."

When Ling Jing mentioned Emperor Chong, Yan Su frowned, and for a moment, her face darkened a bit.

Although there is no evidence, she is very clear in her heart that the sword that passed through the chest ten years ago must have something to do with Emperor Chong.

Seeing Yan Su frowning, Ling Chong smiled slightly, and patted her hand lightly, "Susu, don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Since we have to meet sooner or later, we will enter the palace tomorrow."

Ten years ago, he suffered a big loss at the hands of that person. Ten years later, it would not be so easy for that person to take his life again.

"Okay, let's enter the palace together." Yan Su frowned, smiled slightly, held Prince Rui's hand instead, and said: "Qi, no matter what difficulties and dangers, I will accompany you and face them with you."

Wei Changjue saw Prince Rui, Yan Su's fingers were interlocked, and he secretly tugged at Ling Jing's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Ling Jing, let's go, we don't have anything to do here."

Before Ling Jing could make a sound, he had already taken his arm, and dragged him outside.

After investigating Prince Rui's situation, Ling Jing and Wei Changjue returned to Yanshui Residence.

The two entered the study.

Ling Jing was sitting in front of the desk to deal with business. Wei Changjue was lying lazily on the bamboo and rattan couch beside him, holding an idle book in his hand, flipping through it slowly. Throwing the scroll aside, he raised his chin and stared at Ling Jing's work.

Ling Jing didn't raise his head, and the Langhao pen in his hand continued to walk on the document. Sensing Wei Changju's gaze, he raised the corners of his lips, and smiled Wen Wen, "What do you want to ask, just say it."

This girl stared at him for a long time, probably wanting to ask about the Fan family.

Hearing Ling Jing's voice, Wei Changju stood up from the bamboo and rattan couch with one arm, "Ling Jing, you did what happened to the Fan family?"

"What do you think?" Ling Jing smiled warmly and asked instead of answering.

Wei Changqu rolled his eyes fiercely, and this man tricked him again.

"I think, I think you did it."

"Yeah." Ling Jing nodded, talking to Wei Changqu while doing things, "Qiao'er, I really understand you as a husband."

Ling Jing called himself her husband, and Wei Changjue was used to hearing it, so he didn't have anything to worry about in this day and age.

"I heard that Fan Zhen was injured. Where did you hurt him? Did you take off his leg or his arm?"

That bastard actually made her drunk with rouge and beauty. If he wanted to do something to her, it would be best to take off his hands and feet, and directly cut him into a stick.

Hearing Wei Changqu's question, Ling Jing froze the Langhao pen on the paper, raised her head, and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Jie'er, do you want me to remove Fan Zhen's arms and legs?"

"What?" Wei Changjue was taken aback by the question, "Didn't you ask someone to remove Fan Zhen's arms and legs?"

"Seeing that Fan's family is in great turmoil, why did you hurt him?"

"Well..." Ling Jing looked at Wei Changju, and rarely hesitated to speak.

He hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and then continued: "I won't tell you where I hurt him. It's always a serious injury."

"Okay, let's not discuss this topic."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wei Changqu was listening in high spirits, and there was no way he would stop.

"Ling Jing, I am the direct victim and have the right to know how miserable that bastard is now."

After a while, seeing that Ling Jing was still silent, Wei Changjue blinked his eyes, the thief smiled, and after some reverie, said: "Hey, did you let someone knock off that bastard... "

"Huh?" Seeing Wei Changjue's wild guesses, Ling Jing simply put down the wolf hair in his hand and looked at her leisurely.

Fortunately, fortunately, Master Jing didn't understand, otherwise...she might be in trouble again.

(End of this chapter)