The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 220 You are not qualified

Qi Tingfeng thought for a moment, then agreed to Qi Jingyuan's words.

This was the end of the palace banquet, which was originally a preparation for the wedding of the prince of Xuanshui Kingdom, and Xiahou Yihan was about to leave, so the banquet naturally ended.

After Qi Tingfeng and Queen Gu drove away, the courtiers and their children left one after another.

"Thank you, congratulations."

"Yes, first of all congratulations to Prime Minister Xie, the Ninth Prince and Miss Xie are a match made in heaven!"

Several ministers rushed to congratulate Xie Yun and flatter him.

Xie Yun's face was full of spring breeze, he nodded cheerfully, the corners of his lips raised.

The burly Bai Zhenhu forced the corners of his mouth to force a smile. He cupped his hands dryly and said with a dry smile, "Mr. Xie is so lucky. Who would have expected that Miss Xie, who has no spiritual training, would be favored by the Ninth Prince."

The implication is that who knows what ghosts and sorceries are used in private.

Xie Yun didn't think so, just smiled and said: "You're welcome."

With the strong support of the Ninth Prince, Xie Yun is really not afraid of him, Bai Zhenhu.

Xie Wanrong watched Qi Jinghuan send Xiahou Yihan and Xuanshui Kingdom's envoys out of the palace, she walked out quickly.

Suddenly, her wrists tightened, and she looked along the slender palms on her wrists. It was a suffocating alluring face, but there was a touch of sadness between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" Xie Wanrong looked at Yunxia, ​​frowning slightly.

Yun Xia stared at the glamorous face in front of her eyes and was slightly distracted. After a while, this inconspicuous good-for-nothing became even she could not ignore her light.

Yunxia's hand gestures were slightly relaxed, and she smiled gently, "Wanrong, when are you going back to Yunyin Villa, I just want to talk to you."

"When did I say I was going back to Yunyin Villa? Don't forget, you were the one who drove me away, Yunxia!" She said with a heavy accent on purpose: "I have nothing to talk to you about."

"Xie Wanrong, don't be ignorant! Even if you leave Yunyin Villa, you can't talk to Senior Sister Yunxia like this! I really doubt Miss Xie's upbringing!"

Before Bai Wei's anger dissipated, she saw Xie Wanrong's arrogance and arrogance. Even she didn't dare to contradict Senior Sister Yunxia, ​​so she spoke angrily.

"Oh?" Xie Wanrong gave Bai Wei a funny look: "You don't have the right to criticize me here!"

"puff--"

As soon as Xie Wanrong finished speaking, a burst of golden light covered ears and thunder struck, Bai Wei slammed her whole body on the hard corner of the table, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Bai Wei's complexion turned pale instantly, and the scarlet blood at the corner of her mouth formed a stark contrast with her pale complexion.

She widened her eyes in horror. The other ladies in the boudoir had already been terrified by this scene, and they jumped and hid far away.

Xie Wanrong and Yunxia looked at each other, neither of them made a move, so who would make the move—?
Bai Zhenhu, who hadn't left yet, heard the noise and turned around to see his daughter lying in a pool of blood.

His dark complexion was getting darker, and he couldn't see Xie Yun's proud appearance of a villain at first, and he felt sorry for their white mansion's jade-thread cold clothes. He seemed to have grasped something, and said in a rough voice: "Xie Xiangzhen raised a Good daughter! It's really eye-opening to hurt someone in front of this old man!"

Bai Zhenhu thought that the Ninth Prince had already left the palace, so he didn't hold back, and simply said: "Today, the old man will take the opportunity to teach Miss Xie the rules, so as not to make jokes when he enters the royal family in the future."

Saying that, Bai Zhenhu was about to raise his palm to greet Xie Wanrong.

Xie Wanrong was shocked, his face was condensed, he raised both palms at the same time, subconsciously condensed two balls of light, one palm was bright with fire, and the other palm was clear with water.

(End of this chapter)