The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 403 Decoy
She wanted to refuse, but her eyes accidentally fell on Mrs. Yan's slightly open skirt. With a thought, she picked up a teacup and approached slowly.

"That's a good thing. The housekeeper and I are not of the same mind. However, my uncle at home has been taking care of me. If he comes..."

Women are always naturally curious about such slightly ambiguous remarks, and Mrs. Yan listened with great interest.

"It will be settled properly... Hey!" Staggered, all the tea in the cup was poured out.

Yan Jue was stunned, as if she had never expected to encounter this, her outer shirt was soaked instantly.

"I'm really sorry." She apologized again and again, "Fortunately, it's hot, the servant served warm tea, Madam Yan, please take off her wet clothes and wipe it off."

Meeting her "sincere" gaze, Yan Jue smiled thoughtfully: "It doesn't matter."

The two entered the screen one after the other, and the beautiful woman untied the tie with an elegant and slow movement.

She held her breath and peeked, sliding from the round shoulders to the smooth and clean back, and then glanced at the plump chest a few more times without giving up.

I sigh to myself, I shouldn't...

"The girl from a good family is looking for this?" Su hand pulled down the skirt seal on the waist, revealing a small strange pattern.

Very familiar, it is the unique mark of royalist believers.

She took a deep breath, because of the discretion and coldness in the other party's tone.

"Hmm..." If he denies it right now, I'm afraid this person won't believe it either.

Yan Jue put on her coat unhurriedly, staring at her nervous expression: "I really underestimated you, you are so brave."

"Who told you to visit?" She winked, "Or Mr. Liang, what did you reveal?"

She remained silent and let the beautiful woman guess.

Everything in this room is like something in the palm of Madam Yan's eyes.

So he didn't worry about her playing tricks, walked to the side of the small couch, picked up the left hairpin, ran his fingertips across the thin hairpin, and said with a sneer:
"The government wants to arrest me, but it's not that easy. There are only a handful of people who can win in this arena. Mr. Liang has a good foundation in martial arts. If you are happy to serve him, as my long-term partner of double cultivation, I can help him at that time." It’s a waste to raise one realm, but to serve the monarch of Daqi.”

The glamorous face faced Su Yingchun, and gradually showed a sinister smile: "Madam Liang, those who have seen the imprint of the Kunpeng are basically dead, let me give you a ride and reunite with Master Liang—"

He picked up the hairpin with his two fingers and was about to throw it, when suddenly two figures rushed into the room, one directly broke the head of the hairpin with a stone, and the other jumped forward and wrestled with Yan Jue.

"Meng Huai!" She said in surprise, "You're back?"

Meng Jiu didn't dare to relax, and directly handed her over to the man standing outside the door, Fang turned around to help Yu Si.

The serious man frowned, his face was hesitant, and the strength of his arms around his slender waist increased:

"Who allowed you to test Mrs. Yan, huh?"

Knowing that she was wrong, she stammered, "I thought it would be a delay anyway, why not take this opportunity..."

He interrupted his defense fiercely: "I shouldn't have agreed to let you do this!"

"Because I'm the weakest, the most harmless, and the most suitable." She smiled flatteringly, "I'm by your side unscathed, and I've also completed the task."

He twisted the tip of his upturned nose punitively, and hummed: "It's just nonsense!"

But her attention was already attracted by the three people fighting all the way to the courtyard, and she didn't take his anger to heart at all.

"Wow, Menghuai is so powerful!" She tugged at his arm and shouted excitedly, almost tearing Xia Shan's sleeve.

I saw Yan Jue attacking the maidservant's throat fiercely, and when she was about to touch her, her thin body leaned back, and clamped the arm with four or two strokes of skillful force, turning passive into active.

(End of this chapter)