Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 33 Chapter 43
Sure enough, after Fufengyu's surgery, the blood fox charm was easily diluted and dissolved by Yan Qingcheng like water meeting a sponge, and the clear eyes did not stir any waves except for the initial little surprise.

Fu Fengyu secretly sighed, there was actually someone in this world who could resist his blood fox charm, and he began to have to re-examine the calm woman in front of him.

She really didn't have amnesia, he decided to save this woman's life and play slowly.

Fu Fengyu took out a palm-sized white thin-necked porcelain bottle and gently placed it in the center of the table, smiling captivatingly.

"What you want."

Yan Qingcheng glanced at the porcelain vase, raised her eyes to stare at Fu Fengyu calmly, and said, "Conditions."

"Haha, I'm beginning to like the character of the princess, talk quickly... There is only one condition for me at the moment."

Fu Fengyu hooked the corners of her lips, and there seemed to be a bit of anticipation in her eyes, and said:

"That is - I hope the princess will not marry the grandson of the emperor, Chu Yuanheng."

After finishing speaking, Fu Fengyu saw astonishment, surprise and struggle in Yan Qingcheng's calm eyes.

He wanted to see whether the future husband was more important or the life of the illegitimate child in Princess Longxiang's heart.

If the future husband is more important, then he has no choice but to regret taking her life, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and the space seems to freeze for a moment.

Suddenly, Yan Qingcheng grinned, and said very bluntly, "Deal."

Su hand copied it, and quickly put the antidote into his bag.

Fu Fengyu was slightly different, raised her eyebrows and asked again in doubt.

"Are you sure you agree to my conditions and won't marry Chu Yuanheng?"

Yan Qingcheng blinked her eyes. Could it be that she didn't speak clearly enough? Besides, if she had known that the bastard Fu Fengyu had made such a big circle just to prevent her from marrying the grandson of the emperor, then there was no need to waste so much trouble.

She has just traveled here, and she hasn't had time to spend her youth chicly and enjoy the noble life of a single rice worm. How could she easily marry an ancient feudal autocratic noble dude whom she has never met before?

Her freedom must not be restricted by a married woman, so she will never marry at all.

Yan Qingcheng leaned closer to Fufengyu's evil and charming face, and said lewdly:
"Beauty, you love the thoughts of the princess, the princess has already received it, the princess has not had time to enjoy the beauties like you, how can you marry someone hastily, so don't worry, beauty, the princess The lord will not marry Chu Yuanheng, so if the beauty does not intend to take off her clothes, then the princess will take her leave first."

After finishing speaking, Yan Qingcheng quickly got up and walked to the door. Behind him, Fu Fengyu's voice came again.

"Princess, I hope you keep your word, otherwise—"

Fu Fengyu's beautiful orchid fingers gently stroked the edge of the glass wine bottle, and said leisurely:
"Next time, it's not just your son's skin that will be hurt..."

"Whoosh!—"

A sharp weapon pierced the wind, shooting at Fu Fengyu's temple with fierce killing anger, interrupting his words.

Fu Fengyu raised her hand and picked it lightly, gripping the sharp weapon firmly with her two fingers, and glanced lightly, it turned out to be the silver hairpin he sent the letter.

At the same time, the skin where the silver hairpin was held between his fingers felt burning pain, Fu Fengyu frowned slightly, unexpectedly, Yan Qingcheng's skills were so extraordinary.

Yan Qingcheng was taken aback by her actions. After hearing Fu Fengyu's threat, she almost instinctively took out the silver hairpin and shot it.

(End of this chapter)