Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 380
"Thank you, Mrs. Mu, for the reminder. In fact, Xiao Qingyu and I are only teachers and apprentices in name. We have never performed the ceremony of apprenticeship, and we have always called each other by their first names. More importantly, we are the sons of the palace, the princesses of the palace. , the right family, unmarried male and unmarried female, the best match, and Qingyu has a cleanliness obsession, he likes pure and clean women, he hates second-hand goods left over by others, and he won't even take a look..."

Mu Yutang is a modern person, and she doesn't pay much attention to the matter of chastity, but Han Yanran's words are too irritating, every word is using their master-student relationship to pressure her, and it is no longer innocent for her to grab Han Yanran , severely mocking her.

Han Yanran's slender body trembled, her face was gloomy and terrifying, and there was a hint of sharpness in her eyes. She also wanted to give the best of herself to her sweetheart. It was the abominable Mu Zhen who forcibly occupied her and caused her to lose her innocence. Can blame her...

In the censer on the mourning hall, there were sticks of fresh incense burning, and a faint scent mixed with a strange smell wafted into his nostrils. Mu Yutang frowned tightly: "What kind of smell is this?"

Han Yanran suddenly regained consciousness, took a few deep breaths, and frowned slightly: "It's the smell of corpses. I put a lot of ice in the coffin, why is there still a smell? Has the ice melted?"

Han Yanran murmured to herself, walked to the coffin, and gently lifted a corner of the coffin lid. Immediately, a strong stench filled the entire mourning hall, and Mu Yutang's complexion changed drastically, and she hurried to the door. He put his hands on his chest and retched.

The corner of Han Yanran's mouth curled into a sneer, as expected, no matter how powerful a famous daughter is, she can't stand the stench of corpses, and her method can definitely trick Mu Yutang.

After closing the lid, she walked quickly to Mu Yutang and asked with concern, "How are you?"

"It's okay." Mu Yutang's face was pale, and her voice was weak.

"Your complexion is so ugly, first go to the backyard to have a cup of tea, calm your mind, and rest before you leave." Han Yanran's eyes were bright and bright, fearing that Mu Yutang would reject her proposal, she turned towards the maid next to her. Order in a cold voice: "You two, help the eldest lady to the backyard."

"Yes!" Two maids stepped forward, ready to help Mu Yutang.

"No need, the smell is freshest in the garden. I'll sit there and let the air blow. There's no need to bother." Mu Yutang waved her hand to reject the kindness of the two maids, straightened her body, and walked forward slowly.

Walking out of the courtyard, she raised her head, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. The breeze blew her black hair, making her complexion more rosy, her eyes clear, and there was no trace of discomfort!
By expressing condolences to Mu Zhen, Guangming walked into Duke Mu's mansion openly, hoping that her appearance would be justified. The patrolling guards would not doubt her when they saw her, and the security of the whole Duke Mu's mansion was useless to her.

Looking around for no one, she turned her feet up and ran towards the study room. She had been with many dead people in modern times, and she was used to the smell of corpses. Han Yanran plotted against her, so she followed her plan and pretended to be killed. The corpse smelled so bad, he used this reason to come to the backyard, and then quietly sneaked into the study to get the dagger.

As for Han Yanran's dirty schemes, she will mess with her too.

In other words, Han Yanran was standing at the gate of the mourning hall, watching Mu Yutang walk out of the small courtyard, turn a corner, and disappear, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth, and things were developing in the direction she expected: "Come on, please go outside the mansion to invite Xiao Prince, just say...Mu Yutang passed out in the mourning hall."

Xiao Qingyu likes Mu Yutang so much, when he hears that something happened to her, he will definitely rush to take care of her, she will see him soon!
Sitting in the red sandalwood carriage, Xiao Qingyu listened to the little maid's urgent report, a dark light flashed in his deep eyes, he opened the curtain and got out of the carriage, and followed the little maid into the Duke Mu's mansion.

From a distance, he saw a figure swaying in the mourning hall, the expression in his eyes darkened a bit, his body moved like a piece of light snow, and he arrived at the gate of the mourning hall in an instant.

"Yutang!" He called softly, and he stepped into the mourning hall.

"Bang!" The door closed quickly behind him, and the light in front of him suddenly brightened. Xiao Qingyu closed his eyes uncomfortably, and when he opened them again, he saw a young woman standing in the middle of the room. The decoration is plain, the figure is slender, the wind is like a willow, and the beautiful eyes are full of affection, and she bows to him delicately and weakly: "Xiao Shizi."

Xiao Qingyu frowned, and did not respond to her. He scanned the mourning hall with deep eyes. The mourning hall was decorated luxuriously, but there were not many things, and it was clear at a glance. He didn't see the person he wanted to see, and there was a cold dark light in his pupils: "Rain Where's Tang?"

Han Yanran knew that Xiao Qingyu came here for Mu Yutang, but hearing his cold question, she still felt very uncomfortable, and said in a low voice: "Yutang is not feeling well, and went to the inner courtyard to rest."

"Farewell." Xiao Qingyu came to Mu Zhenlingtang because of Mu Yutang. If she wasn't here, he naturally wouldn't stay longer. He turned around and reached out to pull the door. The door didn't move at all, as if it was locked from the outside.

The corner of Xiao Qingyu's mouth raised a sneer, and the deep inner strength was quietly concentrated in the palm of his hand, ready to break through the door and leave.

Han Yanran looked at his unfeeling back, and felt bitterness in her heart. He didn't want to see her, but she missed him every day: "Xiao Shizi, the incense I burn in the mourning hall can dissolve people's internal energy, and you can't open the door." , don’t waste your efforts in vain!”

Xiao Qingyu's gaze was fixed, and he turned sharply to look at Han Yanran, his deep eyes were like two deep pools, shining with a gloomy cold light: "What are you going to do?"

Han Yanran was startled, a deep fear rose in her heart, and she wanted to shrink back subconsciously, but seeing his picturesque and handsome face, she hesitated again, he was the person she had always dreamed of, and now she was about to get it, How can I give up.

"Xiao Shizi, I... like you..." Han Yanran said in a low voice, looking at Xiao Qingyu full of hope.

Xiao Qingyu's eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was full of sarcasm: "Mrs. Mu, you are already a wife, and you actually say you like men other than your husband. Do you know that there is shame in the world?"

"I married Mu Zhen because he forced me. The only person I like from the beginning to the end is you." The white ribbon on the chest was opened, and the snow-colored mourning dress slowly slid down the slender body, revealing the silver-white inner garment, and the slender figure could be seen at a glance.

Xiao Qingyu's deep eyes narrowed sharply: "What are you doing?"

"I like the prince, and I am willing to give myself to the prince." Two blushes appeared on Han Yanran's beautiful face, and her beautiful eyes were full of shyness and timidity.

A strong disgust appeared in Xiao Qingyu's eyes: "I have a cleanliness habit, and I don't like things used by others."

The cold, unfeeling words were like a steel needle, piercing into Han Yanran's heart, her body trembled, her face was pale and bloodless, she was used by Mu Zhen, and he detested her, but: "I like Shizi so much .”

(End of this chapter)