The demon concubine is about to flee: Your Majesty, it is difficult to serve

Chapter 387 I knew I shouldn't have let you marry Gu Lingchen
Fu Qingran no longer knew what to say about this man.

Perhaps no amount of words could express her resentment towards him. She pulled out the hairpin, wiped it with her sleeve, and then simply and neatly pulled back her long hair.

Seeing the woman return to her indifferent and peaceful appearance, Gu Lingchen's body felt cold, no matter what he said or did, it seemed to have no effect on her.

It was like hitting the cotton with fists constantly, and what he was fed back was a deep sense of powerlessness.

Blood slid down his arm, and his left sleeve was stained red with blood, and there was a faint pain in the shoulder bone, but he still grabbed the hairpin and pulled it lightly, and the woman's hair fell down again.

in this world.

There are always people who are so weird, just like Gu Lingchen at this moment, Fu Qingran pulls up her hair again and again, but this man keeps pulling her hair like a mental retardation.

He never tired of it, with a flat smile on his face.

Fu Qingran finally lost her temper and let her long hair fall from her shoulders.

The man played with her strands of hair with his fingers, sincerely admired, and said, "It's been a few days since the hair was washed, it still smells good."

Fu Qingran: "."

Forget it, she shouldn't bother with this bastard.

When Gu Lingchen left, it was already two hours later.

"Dye!"

An old voice sounded from outside the corridor.

Fu Qingran's eyes, like stagnant water, suddenly turned into stormy waves, and her eyes turned red almost subconsciously.

It was her father's voice, Marquis Xuan Ping.

Xuan Pinghou, supported by his eldest son Fu Song, appeared outside the prison door, his old face was covered with tears, and when Fu Qingran saw him, his eyes became even redder.

Tears flowed like beads that kept breaking.

Sometimes, when people are most emotionally broken, maybe they still see their closest relatives, Fu Qingran immediately got up from the ground and ran to the fence.

His hand stretched out from the gap in the fence and held Xuan Pinghou's hand, "Father—"

Xuan Pinghou covered his mouth with one hand, and held Fu Qingran with the other. He couldn't stop crying, sobbing, "Ran'er, Daddy will definitely find a way to save you."

Fu Qingran's nose was sore, her voice gradually became crying, "Father, don't you ask me what happened?"

"Even if you did something heinous, dad won't blame you. Dad just needs to be responsible for saving you."

Fu Song looked at the father and daughter indifferently, took the key from the jailer, opened the lock, walked in, and turned his head to look at Xuan Pinghou.

Obviously there is a door to come in, but I don't know what he was thinking while holding on to the railing.

Even Qingran cooperated with his father, who is a dramatist.

Fu Song could only remind him aloud, "Father, don't you feel tired standing there?"

Only then did Xuan Pinghou realize something, he quickly let go of his hand, coughed, and walked in through the cell door, at first he didn't pay attention to the decorations in the cell.

When he saw that there was a small table, a brocade quilt, and a gold-plated stove, the pity in his eyes lost a layer, and he said, "Ran'er, that bastard Gu Lingchen has a bit of a conscience."

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Fu Qingran hurriedly explained, "It was not arranged by Gu Lingchen, but by Lord Jing."

Prince Jing.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you marry Gu Lingchen." The more Xuan Pinghou thought about it, the more he regretted it, "I should have let you marry King Jing."

　The second one is delivered.Well, Xuan Pinghou belongs to that kind of funny little old man.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)