Jump over the wall to escape the marriage, hit the father

Chapter 113 The Will (3)
What a precious person His Royal Highness Prince Ning is. In the past 20 years, no one dared to let him touch him, but since he married such a princess, he has already been slapped three times by her in a short period of time. .

"Shangguan Yunqing." Murong Zhen buried himself in his arms, and suddenly called his name in a muffled voice.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

She rubbed her face in his arms, and asked softly: "Do you think that I don't know anything, always make trouble for you, and even bother you to save me, is it a burden at all? One day, you think I'm annoying, so you don't want me?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then tightened my arms tightly, and said with a frown, "What stupid things are you talking about? It's... Huh? No! Zhen'er, you are actually worried about this. Could it be that you can't leave this king anymore?"

He suddenly realized that she was radiant in an instant, and couldn't help but let go of her embrace but held her face with both hands, carefully observing her face, not letting go of a single bit.

The corners of Murong Zhen's mouth twitched, but his pretty face was slightly red, his eyeballs drifted leisurely to the left, then to the right, he stretched out his hand to hold his hand, trying to pull the two claws that were sticking to his face, but he didn't know what to do. He said with concern: "I don't understand what you're talking about at all, do you think it's possible? Let it go, it's so hot!"

Where would Shangguan Yunqing let go?He let her tug, but he didn't let go, seeing her gently furrowed eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and feeling the warmth from the palm of her hand, she grinned foolishly , then lowered his head, and kissed those pink lips.

Suddenly a small hand flew out, directly covered his face, pushed him away forcefully, and roared angrily: "You rascal, what do you want to do?"

"Zhen'er, you all said that I am a hooligan, so I have to do some hooligan things."

"It was you who went hooligan first, not me who said it first!"

"What does that matter? Zhen'er, don't worry about such trivial matters."

"roll!"

About two quarters of an hour later, His Royal Highness King Ning sat on the ground slumped, looked at Murong Zhen who was angrily arranging the messy clothes, rubbed his stomach that had been kicked mercilessly, and couldn't help grinning. If the son kicks a little further down, he will lose his children and grandchildren.

I don't know what wretched things he was thinking about, but he dared to show such an evil expression.

Murong Zhen narrowed his eyes, looked at him unkindly, stretched out his legs and kicked him, and said angrily: "Do you want my concubine to help you up?"

"Okay!" He really stretched out his hand, as if waiting for her to help.

Murong Zhen narrowed her eyes, and kicked it directly.

Shangguan Yunqing was very resentful, but soon he thought that Zhen'er seemed inconvenient today, so if he continued to make out, he would only be burned to death by his own desire.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering, he quickly calmed down, and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.

"I ask you!" Sitting on the stool, Murong Zhen kicked someone who was still sitting on the carpet without getting up, and said, "You sent my two dowry maids away without my consent." Going to be a handyman, do you still have me in your eyes?"

Shangguan Yunqing grabbed her embroidered shoes with one hand, squinted and said: "After entering the gate of Prince Ning's Mansion, it is the property of my Prince Ning's Mansion. As the owner of this place, isn't this king qualified to dispose of two servants? "

"So, I am already your property, and how I will be disposed of depends on your mood?"

With a chuckle, he suddenly stood up and moved Murong Zhen lightly with his hand. Then he turned around, and he sat down on the stool she was sitting on before, while she was gently placed on him. on the legs.

The warm and soft jade was in his arms, and His Royal Highness Ning Wang, who had just recited the mantra of pure heart, couldn't help becoming distracted again, rubbing his fingers lightly on her cheek and said: "Of course Zhen'er is my property, but it seems that it has always been my king How you will be dealt with depends on your mood."

As he said that, he moved his face with the bright red palm prints in front of her.

"Ah, this palm print is so pretty!" Murong Zhen said as he stroked his face.

"That's right, my family's Zhen'er printed it with her own hands. There is no more beautiful palm print than this in the whole world!" He followed her words comfortably, which made Murong Zhen feel a little uncomfortable. Sorry.

He tore his hair casually, stopped arguing with him, and looked a little more serious, and asked: "Do you have other purposes for keeping those two maids until now?"

"Why did you ask so?"

"I was the one who asked you the question first, so you answer it first!"

He curled his lips lightly, looked at her resentfully, and said, "If it's useless, what should I do with two people who have no good intentions for you or me? But..." He paused, then continued, "Actually, it's enough to just keep one of the maids here."

Murong Zhen was happy, touched his face as a reward, and said with a smile: "You are so kind, you seem to know what I want to do."

"Then what do you want to do, Zhen'er?" He shyly let her touch him, feeling that this weak and boneless little hand made him very comfortable.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and her smile was more ruthless, and she said: "As a maidservant, but she dares to intend to murder the master, does this count as evil intentions and evil intentions?"

"Calculate!"

"Should this slave be killed?"

"Damn!"

"How dare she want to harm me, tell me, do you want her to continue living in this world?"

Shangguan Yunqing raised his sword eyebrows lightly, with soft smiles on his face, and said a few words softly: "Then kill her."

Half an hour later, there was an order from the prince to give the evil slave Jiaojiao to the guards of the sixth team in the mansion, and send it to the bun shop outside the city before dawn tomorrow... er, the mass grave.

This matter was settled in this way, as for that "Jiao Jiao father", it was another matter.

"Miss Nalan left?" Shangguan Yunqing was somewhat surprised to hear the news.

(End of this chapter)