Chapter 230: Beauty world

Qi Jia Dalang was not sure.
He couldn't believe it.
But when he saw the one in the carriage, all his guesses came true.
Until the carriage disappeared from sight, he bowed his head, and his clenched hands slowly released.
Obviously, the man is very tall and big, but he walks on the road but gives people a kind of emptiness and wavering that seems to follow the wind.
Yan Ge did not expect that the Prince was sitting in the carriage.
As soon as she lowered the curtain, the prince rushed forward in surprise: "His Royal Highness, he seems to be loose."
The prince did not hug her.
He held her chin up and raised his eyes on her neck.
The other hand loosened her collar slowly.
At the white neck, the purple was startling.
Yange wanted to laugh, but her jaw was pinched, and she smiled unnaturally. As soon as the Prince touched her finger, she immediately shouted, "It hurts."
"It hurts Your Highness, lightly."
The Prince heard this, and instead of tapping it, he pressed it again with his fingers.
Yan Ge hissed aching his air conditioner, and even shook his body.
With a cold voice, he asked, "Isn't Qingsan Qingsi following you?"
"It wasn't a big deal at that time." Yan Ge was napping, but his voice gradually lowered in the Prince's increasingly cold eyes.
She wanted to show her head down, but Prince's fingers kept pinching her chin, so that she couldn't move.
She blinked, and poorly stunned the prince: "In fact, I also wanted Qing Sanqing Si to kill him, but I thought that this guy would still be useful to His Royal Highness, so I endured.
The Crown Prince frowned: "All for the palace?"
He traced his words on the lips of Yange and looked at the face condescendingly.
Who can think of another face underneath such a face?
That man, probably could not have thought of it.
The prince's lips slightly lifted, he opened the dark box in the car with his other hand, took out the plaster, and wiped it on the neck of Yange.
He has a gentle hand and a focused look, but his heart is pervasive.
The beauty he held in his hand, even if he needed to be broken one day, he would do it himself, and the people beside him were really ineligible.
Yan Ge whispered, "His Royal Highness, what kind of medicine is this? It's really cool."
But I want to shift the apparently dangerous topic.
The Prince did not respond.
The atmosphere in the carriage was not great.
Yange stiffened his head and said, "Stop your highness, don't you get mad, Shaojun will never do that again."
He finally said, "What will happen?"
Yange hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness doesn't want me to do anything, I will never do anything again, Your Highness, I will listen to you in the future."
He stared at her apparently flattering, still frowning.
But the strength of her hand to apply the medicine suddenly increased: "If you are touched by another man in the future, where will you be touched, where will this palace cut you?"
Yan Ge looked up in surprise, and looked into his gloomy eyes.
The lambs, which have not been exposed to the mountains, have teeth.
She nodded, her voice weak: "His Royal Highness, if someone bullies me, shouldn't that have cut that person off? Why does Your Highness only cut me off."
After the ointment had been wiped, he retracted his hand and plugged the plug of the ointment. "This palace has cleanliness. The beauty of this palace has been touched by others, and this palace only wants to be destroyed."
Pushing back the dark box, he slowly lay on the back, raised his eyelids, and looked at the words that seemed to be shocking. He continued, "But rest assured, then the palace will burn you into ashes and put them in bottles. You can see this palace every day on the Baibao Pavilion. "
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