Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Su Yunqin's face was dark and fierce.

This big devil is a devil! Let him send himself back to his house. Isn't this a death attempt?

"No, don't. It's very polite to be an unintentional bodyguard. I have servants."

"Alas, unintentionally, it seems that Lord Su is not only inconvenient in legs and feet, but also has a bad mind. You can escort him back to Su's house."

Feng qianluo felt the meaning of the emperor's brother, so he had to help the emperor's brother and show infinite sympathy to the "Lord Su" from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes." The man with the ghost mask answered expressionless.

"..." Su Yunqin wanted to swear.

Until now, she has a kind of depression of lifting a stone and hitting her own feet!

If the devil catches himself pretending to be su Jingyuan

Before he could understand anything, unexpectedly, the man in Xuanyi was close to her.

She quickly stepped back on guard, "what are you... Doing?"

While she was on alert, she subconsciously stared at the man

Of course she's not stupid enough to annoy this man.

Conflict with this demon at the moment will only be bad for yourself.

Su Yunqin's cold eyes coagulated the man who was completely close at the moment. The tall man stood in front of her and looked down at her. Through the cold and treacherous ghost mask, the cold pupils could immediately devour people's hearts.

Just being watched by the man, the cold idea ran around Su Yunqin's limbs and bones in an instant.

Feng qianluo glanced at them and accidentally raised his eyebrows.

What is brother Huang doing? So interested in a man? Is this a little abnormal?

Not only Feng qianluo thought so, the four bodyguards who followed him looked at him in surprise.

The four bodyguards have always followed behind Feng Qianmo. At this moment, if it weren't for acting, they would also stand behind the man in xuanpao.

The four people looked at Xiangfeng Qianmo, and Rao was the coldest Siqin, which also showed a look of shock. She's been with him for so many years. She's never seen him pay so much attention to anyone, and even... Condescend to send someone home in person.

"Well... Thank you for being a bodyguard." Su Yunqin reluctantly pulled out a smile and gnashed his teeth.

Just dump people on the road!

The wind thousand ink eyes reflect a cool dark awn, and the cold sight has no temperature.

He turned first and strode out: "let's go."

Men who cherish words like gold are arrogant and noble even in their walking posture.

Su Yunqin took a deep breath and followed his footsteps.

When they left, Siqin pursed her lips and said, "I'll follow up to protect the man." When she said this, her hand could not help gripping the soft sword in her hand.

Feng qianluo waved and motioned her to go.

She has always been indifferent. Only in the case of the emperor's brother, this layer of indifference will consciously fade off.

……

It was still early in the morning. Pedestrians in the street were in a hurry to open shops and stalls. All kinds of people came and went.

It should have been a busy road, but they walked very slowly.

From a distance, two men, one tall and one short, in Chinese clothes, were walking on the road.

The shorter man was wearing an official robe and an official hat. At first glance, he knew that he was a minister of the central court.

The tall and tall man was dressed in a deep dark robe, but he covered his face with a ghost mask. Rao was in the daytime. It was strange and frightening to look at him. The man's whole body was filled with a cold evil spirit. When pedestrians passed them, they consciously retreated ten steps away and dared not approach.

Su Yunqin noticed that the passers-by were looking at them. The hand in her sleeve pinched and released, released and pinched. Seeing that the door of Su's house was in front, she suddenly stopped.

"Unintentional bodyguard, Su's house has arrived. Thank you for sending me."

She hugged the tall and cold man, then turned her steps and was about to go towards the gate of Su's house.

However, just walked to the gate and found the man behind him.

The bottom of Su Yunqin's eyes clearly reflected his displeasure. This displeasure opened from the bottom of his eyes and almost wanted to be revealed.

"What's the matter with you?"

They never knew each other, not to mention that she is still Su Jingyuan's identity. He has no reason to look for his bad luck!

The man took a step forward, but there was only three steps between them. With his approach, Su Yunqin was shrouded by his tall figure.

Su Yunqin looked up with an inexplicable sense of suffocation, but the displeasure in the bottom of his eyes almost spilled over the bottom of his eyes.

If she continued, she would really lose control of her itchy hand and beat up the man.

The man clearly saw Su Yunqin's gradually unhappy eyes and bent down slightly.

Su Yunqin was stiff.

He said, "the play is good. Who are you?"

The low charm and mellow voice is like the most delicious wine, intoxicating and fragrant.

But even if it was such a sound of nature, it couldn't move Su Yunqin.

Su Yunqin's small face darkened a bit, took out the posture that the Minister of rites should have, pretended to be angry and said, "you are presumptuous! I'm Su Jingyuan, the Minister of rites. Who do you dare to question?"

If she doesn't act now and is exposed by this man, she will be dead.

Feng Qianmo looked at her pretended anger, and she already had some answers in her heart.

This is not su Jingyuan in front of him. As for who he is, he doesn't know.