Chapter 140: : Fireworks are perishable

"Guru..."
At this moment, Murong Qingming clearly heard the sound of her swallowing saliva.
Those eyes that were eager to weep made people be tempted to look at.
Paired with white, watery skin, fleshy lips, and a long neck, there is too much flesh, and a wonderful figure that less flesh is too thin...
Back then, the little girl with baby fat, without knowing it, turned into such a gorgeous beauty who wanted to be bullied when she looked at it.
If Ru Yue is the cold moon.
Talent, the one in front of you is extremely warm at the first sight, and has a pair of water spirits that make people unforgettable when you look at it. It is a little woman who makes people want to hold it in the palm of the hand, play it well, and taste it well. The presence.
One is just watching from a distance, perhaps admiring her cold beauty.
However, this one is really impressive, as long as it monopolizes her beauty.
"Back to the son, the servant girl is indeed Wan'er."
Chen Xiangwan answered deliberately in a cold voice. However, beautiful, beautiful, this sound is naturally charming.
Her cold voice, but it makes people feel more ticklish.
"Yes, it seems that it is indeed Wan'er."
Murong Qingming said he wanted to help her.
Chen Xiangwan hurriedly got up and took a few steps back.
"Wan'er has been here to accept punishment, I don't know if the son is here?"
She hung her head and stopped looking at others.
But this revealing a piece of white neck like snow, and that vine-like figure makes the heart of the person watching it even more tickling.
"What to punish? You can be free with a word from the Lord. Well, pick a pot of flowers with me."
After finally controlling a little desire, Murong Qingming began to go to the backyard.
Fucked her eyebrows, Chen Xiangwan slowly followed to the backyard.
On one side, Yuanzi bowed his head and stood in the courtyard.
Obviously, the son is going to order this woman.
It was a pity in his heart, but he also knew that such a beautiful and moving woman, even if he got it, would not be able to keep it.
In this mansion, if the women of the minions are too beautiful, once they are looked upon by the master, it would be a disaster. After so many years, it is not uncommon for the slave women in this mansion to be sent to the master's house. Even a favored woman in Erye's room was sent by a minion. Now, that person is working as a lucrative steward outside.
"Wanwan, have you been okay all these years? You still remember when you came in, but my young master picked you in. At that time, Ru Yue was against you everywhere?"
By this time, Murong Qingming accidentally discovered that he still remembered everything he had with this girl.
You know, he is the son of Lord Murong Mansion.
Now he still remembers the little things of a girl, he himself admires the memory.
In the backyard, various flowers rushed to bloom.
Red, green and yellow, especially on the flower wall. The pots of Moju placed on the corner of the wall look very beautiful and moving.
"It seems to be very styled."
Although he didn't know the specific beauty method, Murong Qingming felt that these flowers and grasses, as well as the arrangement of walls, were extremely pleasing to the eye when he saw it.
Just like the woman next to her, she just stood there wearing a set of ordinary clothes, but felt that the whole world was quiet for her.
"In the past few years, I learned a few things from Master Yifan, and these are some trivial things that I learned from him."
"Wanwan, would you like to go out?"
Murong Qingming turned around at this moment, staring at her with burning eyes.
The sun was faintly reflected on her face, with picturesque eyebrows and pursed lips. The curling pavilion stood there like a clear lotus, making people just want to get closer and sniff.
The white porcelain skin seemed to break when the wind blew.
Murong Qingming's breathing became deep again.
He took a step forward, reaching out to touch her, but Chen Xiangwan stepped back at this moment.
"My son, it's getting late."
"Wan'er, I will accept you."
Only in an instant, Murong Qingming made this decision. He has been married for so long, and he hasn't gotten up to accept anyone.
Even the girl from the previous house, he sent people off after getting married. Even if he didn't like this shameless wife now, he still gave her the proper body.
Because of this, the old man was quite satisfied with him. But today, he doesn't want to be that unswerving man anymore, he just wants to be a bad man who spoils the charming girl in front of him.
"The son..." Chen Xiangwan took a deep breath, feeling deeply helpless for her face.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes clear and self-deprecating.
"My son, but I think that Wan'er's face and body look very tempting? And I really want to play in the palm of her hand?"
Murong Qingming frowned, but nodded truthfully.
"Yes, people like you, but any man likes to play with you at will. Women are born beautifully, and they are prepared for men. Especially, in a palace like ours."
Chen Xiangwan nodded, looking into the distance. Spit out gently and slowly.
"Yes, Master Ming, what you said is extremely true. At the gate of the waiting master, any woman who is as gorgeous as me is born for the masters."
Murong Qingming smiled, this girl is still as inviting as before. He moved emotionally, and stepped forward to grab her hand.
But she showed a sharp long needle and pointed it at her face.
"So in order not to use such a face to harm people in the future, Wan'er decided that from now on, it doesn't need to be such a face."
"Don't..."
"Huh..."
However, just an instant, Chen Xiangwan's face was scratched with a deep mark.
Murong Qingming looked at the woman who made the decision in disbelief.
She looked at herself with a relaxed smile, the mocking and irony in her eyes, as if she was hitting him hard in the face.
"you you you……"
Murong Qingming stomped his feet straight.
This girl, this dead girl. In order not to agree with the people in his house, I would rather disfigure, but also refuse him.
Looking at the red blood, Murong Qingming turned to leave.
"I'm furious."
Outside the courtyard, Yuanzi thought she would see Murong Qingming coming out beaming.
Never thought, this wait, but only waited for an angry son of Ming.
"My son, my son..."
Yuanzi looked at him like this, and hurried forward.
By this time, how can I not know that this person has encountered a very bad thing inside.
After going out for a long time, Murong Qingming stopped.
In front of him, there was still that flowery face dangling. So quiet, so beautiful. However, just for an instant, that touch of beauty was concealed by the red blood. She used to be so beautiful, and his heart hurts when he saw that little blood stain...
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