Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 332 Teaser
Will it count?

Wei Dong couldn't help being taken aback when he heard these four words.

Ying Su walked up to him, raised his hand to help him up, and then whispered his plan in a low voice.

After listening to the conversation, Wei Dong couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and looked at the man in front of him with a slender body with a convinced look.

I am afraid that no one in the world can think of such a strategizing strategy.

After seeing Wei Dong off, Ying Su was sitting on the general's chair in his robe.

It has to be said that the arrival of Wei Dong can make his strategy more flawless.He used to doubt whether this trick could fool Ying Qi, but now he is [-]% sure.

Once this play is sung, the group of wolves and ambitious people in Beijing will definitely fight to the death.

It's just that he feels sorry for his own girl
Although before leaving Beijing, he reminded her many times to let her believe in him, but if something happens, it's hard to say whether that calmness can be maintained.

Ying Su rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

He has always been straightforward in dealing with other affairs, and he is not lenient at all. How could he look so helpless now.It was only when he was with her, Yu Jiaojiao, that he was helpless in every possible way, looking forward and backward.

Let's just say, he dragged her into this chaotic situation, and there was no peace.

Not to mention, I was afraid that after the incident, the poor man would burst into tears.
"Master, this is something from Beijing." Fuyun walked in from the outside with a smile on his face, holding a soft bag in his arms.

Ying Su raised her eyes to look over, and just saw the pattern of knots on the burden, she couldn't help standing up from the chair.

He reached out to take out the bundle from Fuyun's arms, and said in a cold and displeased voice, "Don't hold this thing in your arms from now on!"

Fuyun seemed to smell the smell of sour vinegar, and nodded her head as if pounding garlic.

From the looks of it, he didn't need to say much, this master already recognized who sent the bundle in his hand.

Ying Su put the bundle in her hand on the table, and was about to unbutton it, when she caught a glimpse of Fuyun still standing there in a daze.

He frowned handsomely, and became even colder, "Is there anything else?"

Fu Yun shook his head and waved his hands at a loss, "It's okay." He quickly turned around and ran away without a trace. After a while, he seemed to think of something again, and exposed half of his head outside the tent, "Master, recently Why didn't you see Mo Ya?"

This matter has been in his mind for a long time, but today he is ashamed to ask.

Ever since that fellow Moya came to southern Xinjiang, he seemed to have evaporated, and he never saw him again.

Fuyun saw that his father hadn't mentioned anything all day, but for some reason, he was a little worried about that black-faced Hades.

Before leaving Beijing, he spent a lot of effort to heal Mo Ya's face.

I have to admit that after the face was healed, it was indeed handsome and heroic.
Could it be that Mo Ya, relying on his face and being healed, went to the romantic world to hook up with other girls?

Thinking of this, Fuyun puffed up her cheeks angrily.

Ying Su clutched a small piece of begonia satin apron exposed in the bag, and swept towards Fu Yun with sharp eyes like a sword.

He spoke concisely, saying only one word, "Get lost!"

Fuyun's shoulders trembled, and she quickly rolled away with a disheveled face and neck shrunk.

Strange, why did my grandfather get so angry?Could it be that there are firecrackers in the baggage.
When the outside of the tent finally calmed down, Ying Su put her back on the table and untied the small burden completely.

The fragrant begonia bellyband was picked up by his fingertips.

On the bellyband, there is still a faint smell of tea and turnips.

It should be worn next to the skin without washing
Ying Su's throat felt dry, and he took a sip of tea from the table beside the table.

The dryness all over my body couldn't be suppressed at all.

That Haitangjiao's bellyband seemed to be on fire, scorching.

The scorching temperature poured into his fingertips from the slippery satin, and spread from the fingertips, taking advantage of the trend to burn his longing for her for half a month to become even more intense.

This torturer, who is dishonest even after thousands of miles, is so brave enough to use this method to tease him?

Ying Sujun's face flushed slightly.

He didn't put the beauty at his fingertips back into the bag, but put it carefully in his arms.

There was also a bulging suitcase inside the bundle, wrapped in soft silk and satin.It's a bit heavy to carry, and it's a little awkward.

There is a letter stuffed in the knot of the suit bag.

Ying Su took out the letter and spread it out softly and anxiously.

It's full of embarrassing words
It's not about what kind of small clothes you're wearing today, it's about how many times you've made bracelets, and what tricks you've learned from picture books.

Anyway, not a single word.
But yes, who is a serious person to give a bellyband to Erlang Qianli?
Such an approach is very "Yu Jiaojiao."

Bold and explicit.

There were seven or eight pages of letters stuffed into an envelope.

In the letter, there was no mention of the situation in Beijing and China, and all that was revealed was the affection of the daughter's family.

Ying Su read each word for fear of accidentally missing something.

She doesn't feel pain in her hands after writing so many words.

When turning to the last page, Ying Su's expression suddenly moved.

"When I wait for spring, I hope you will return from the south with the geese in red and white horses."

Red clothes, wild geese.

Ying Su put down the letter in his hand, and looked at the small suit bag with warm eyes.

The slender jade fingers slowly opened the knot, as if they were unpacking some of the most precious objects.

In the eyes, it is a handful of bright red.

Ying Su shook off the contents of the suit bag, but she didn't expect it to be a red wedding dress for Erlang.

The material of the red robe is extremely rare, and it must have taken a lot of effort to find it.The neckline of the robe is embroidered with the most complicated acacia pattern. The embroidery is not exquisite. If you look closely at some places, you can find that the stitches are wrong and the patterns are not uniform.

Ying Su didn't need to scrutinize, she could tell at a glance that it was embroidered by her own sweetheart.

With a jade-like face, it's hard to hide the pain
It has been snowing heavily in central Beijing for several days, and the ridges and cornices of the palace are covered with a thick layer of white, as if covered with cotton wool.

In Fengxia Palace, Queen Wang leaned tiredly on the bed holding the hand stove, her phoenix eyes were slightly closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

Mei Ying pushed open the Zhezi door and entered the house, carrying some wind and snow with her.

She dusted off the snow on her body with a dry handkerchief, hurriedly walked to the side of Queen Wang and whispered, "The Right Prime Minister's Mansion seems to be very peaceful these days, but there are many bureaucrats behind the scenes." In and out."

"He didn't send anyone to inquire about Zhao'er's identity?" Queen Wang closed her eyes and asked softly, her palms holding the stove were tightly contracted, and the veins on the back of her hands were stretched like mountains.

Maying paused for a while before saying, "The Right Prime Minister doesn't seem to have doubted the Second Prince's life experience at all, he's been busy these days—"

Before she could finish speaking, the hand stove in the palm of Queen Wang hit the ground hard.

"Never doubted? He is so suspicious that he has no doubts about Zhao'er's life experience? This is simply pathetic and ridiculous!" Queen Wang was obviously furious, but when the phoenix eyes opened, there was still a flash of anger. desolate.

That man must have regarded Zhao'er as a tool to frame him. He felt that he would ruin him at all for the sake of power, so he never thought of doubting it.

it is good!
He, Wang Yuzhou, is just as fickle as he was back then.

It seems that the curse she begged so hard in the past was still heard by God, and it also came true.
That old thing is the most important son, and he wants to let his children recognize him as a father.

When he was about to die, she was telling the secret, let that bastard go to the underworld to regret it!

　Hurry up, it's a new week! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)