Chapter 114: seduce

Chapter 114 Seduce
Murong Jian smiled and introduced, without any trace of the observation of Jing Lao Wang Ye every move.
I saw that his look was faint, and the eyebrows were invisible and stunned. In an instant, he returned to his usual way. The carelessness said: "The Qing dynasty is also so big, it is a beautiful little girl!"
Indifferent, alienated voice, I heard Murong Jian unnaturally smiled and said: "I met in the street, I don't worry that she will return to the house, she will bring her here, rude, and please Wang Hao forgive me.

"Mu Rong brothers said that the Jing Wangfu and the town of Houfu are also considered to be the world's best, the two parents, the younger generations naturally have to come often to the best!" Jing Lao Wang smiled and looked at him, the bottom of the flash flashed a touch of meaning.
Murong Jian jumped and jumped, unnaturally laughing a few times: "Wang Ye said very much, the two families, naturally have to travel frequently..."
After seeing a familiar purple figure in the distance, Yu Guang suddenly raised his voice: "That...clear, the prince and the prince want to tell the old, you go to the garden."
"Yes!" Song Qingfu Fu Fu body, Yan Tingting went out, out of the courtyard, she followed the purple figure, and did not slow down along the Black Rock Road!
The bright sunshine warms up, and the night dust stops in front of a rockery, gazing at the golden waters of the golden light, and the eyes are deep and secluded:
After he ordered the people to throw all the gifts back to the falling snow pavilion, Murong Xue actually fell silent. He did not find Jing Wangfu again, arguing about the retreat, and did not make any small moves that were beneficial to the remarriage. This did not meet her personality, she is sure Thinking about what a ghost idea...
"See the Jing Wang Ye in the Qing dynasty." The delicate and weak female voice sounded after herself, and the night smog suddenly returned to God. She turned and looked at it. She saw a woman standing in front of him and wearing a long red dress, neckline, The cuffs and the skirts are embroidered with beautiful peach blossoms, and the black hair is made into a delicate horse-drawn horse, the pearly bun, the earrings, and the beautiful face of her delicate face.
Clear? Is there a name for the people he knows?
Night Yichen tried hard to search in his mind, and he remembered the identity of the person in front of him: "You are the Song Qing of Wu'an Houfu!"
"Yes!" Song Qing Xiaoying Yingying replied, the plum red skirt is dancing with the wind, lining her beautiful, hooked!
The night of the dust is not moving, looking at her with a condescending, cold and cold: "You come to Jing Wangfu things?"
Song Qingyi smiled softly: "There is nothing wrong with it.
"If you have nothing, go back earlier. The father is seriously ill, need to be rested, don't like to disturb the miscellaneous people!" Night Yi Chen interrupted her words impatiently, and rudely ordered the order.
Song Qing’s small face was pale, and the delicate body slammed back a few steps and slammed into a large stone. The grievances of tears overflowed the eyelids and flowed down the cheeks:
She gave up her beloved man, sacrificed her own happiness, prepared to please King Jing, get his likes, his favor, but he even said that she was a messy person, he could not see her...
Yes, he is a high-ranking of war, his status is noble, his hand is heavy, and he is extremely beautiful. Many famous people in the capital have secretly confessed to him. How could he be tempted by her little Wu’an Houfu.
She can't move him, she can only use the killer!
Song Qing’s eyes were cold, and he quietly opened the purse he wore at the waist. A faint fragrance overflowed the purse, and it floated around. I didn’t think it was, and it floated to the tip of the night.
If there is a fragrant aroma that is very fragrant, he looks at it and suddenly holds his breath. He looks at the direction of the aroma. He sees Song Qing’s smile and looks at him: "Jing Wang, what happened to you?" Your face is so red...
Night Yi Chen did not say a word, looking at her coldly!
Song Qingyi did not take it for granted, and the white hand was like a jade's small hand. The slow-moving and unreasonable unlocked the first button of the long skirt, and the Yingying beauty glimmered with a little bit of water, and wanted to say that it was still alive, and it was a soul!
"Wang, I am so hot..." The charming voice heard that the bones were crisp.
The look of the night dust is still cold, looking at her blushing like a blush, a charming little face, and a slap in the eyelids.
Disdain! Night Yi Chen looks down on her!
Song Qing angered in the fire, yes, he is a high-ranking of war, he really has the capital to look down on her, but what about? She is also a daughter of Wu'an Houfu, as long as she and him become a good thing, he must at least give her a side name!
What she wants is the position of Jing Wang's side squatting. What she wants is the night scent as the backing. In order to teach Murong Xue, she is going out!
Song Qing’s silver teeth bite, stretched out his ribbon around his waist, quickly unbuttoned the long skirt, and the silky plum red dress slipped down the ground, revealing her fair skin and delicate collarbone. And a twilight dudou embroidered with beautiful fish.
The night dust fell slightly under the eyes, and the bottom of the light flashed, I don't know what I was thinking.
Seeing Song Qing’s eyes, he was fascinated by her shackles. Sorry to see her again, she flashed a smug smile, step by step, slowly moving toward the night, the soft voice Slowly sounded: "Jing Wang, are you getting more and more uncomfortable, don't worry, I will help you!"
At night, the dusty eyes are lightly hanging, and nothing is said!
The singularity of the Song and Qing Dynasties was more intense, and the soft, boneless little hand went straight to his chest and looked at the past...
"Roll!" The night of the dust lifted his foot to the chest of Song Qingyi!
Song Qing was caught off guard and was thrown out five or six meters away. He slammed into the pond and screamed through the clouds and rang through the clouds: "Ah!"
Nearby 丫鬟, 嬷嬷, 厮, and guards were all alarmed, and rushed over, and the old Jing Wang, Murong Jian also strode over.
I saw Song Qingyu fluttering in the pond, floating and sinking, crying for help: "Help! Help..."
Night Dust stands by the pond and stands by!
"Qing 妍!" Murong Jian's heart rises very badly, and exclaimed, jumped into the pool and saved Song Qing.
I saw her hair smashed, the whole body was wet, the twilight apron and the white trousers clung to the body, revealing a large piece of snow skin, the scene is very fragrant...
Murong Jian hurriedly took off his robe and put it on her, shaking it gently: "Clear, how are you? Clear?"
"Cough!" Song Qingyi coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood!
Murong Jian was shocked: "Where are you, please call the doctor, please the doctor!"
"You don't have to ask the doctor, she can't die!" The cold voice came into the ear, and Murong's fitness body trembled, slowly looking up, facing the cold eyes of the night...
Happy National Day! ! !
(End of this chapter)