343 Watching coldly

In fact, Prince Youyi didn't need Jiuyin to help him. When Feng Mujin kept holding her in her arms, she had to walk to the front yard with them, and the carriage was guarding it in the front yard.

Feng Dingbei and Lan Ling followed behind them. Lan Ling couldn't help but yelled in a low voice: "Prince."

Feng Chen said casually without looking back, "Brother Eighth Emperor, send Miss Lan back to my house for me."

Feng Dingbei was stunned, and his thick handsome eyebrows frowned: "Fourth Emperor Brother..."

Feng Chenye glanced back and sniffed at him, and with a glance he closed his mouth obediently, looking at Lan Ling and said helplessly: "Miss Lan, I will send you back."

Lan Ling was also helpless, but in this case she could not disobey Prince Yi's wishes. Regardless of whether she was willing or not, she would not be able to show her stinginess.

She has received the best education since she was a child, and her character is much more obvious than that of ordinary girls. But she has not been the case recently. She always feels that her mind has become narrow-minded from time to time.

After watching them leave, she walked towards the other end of the front yard with Feng Dingbei.

Everyone's carriage was not in the same place. Jiuyin and Feng Chenye supported the drunk Feng Mujin to a corner of the front yard. Wuji was still waiting. At night, a servant had already delivered meals to him. At this moment, he was leaning against the carriage and looking at the stars above him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing the two of them coming over with Feng Mujin, his face changed, he was startled, and he jumped off the carriage and hurriedly met: "What's going on? Prince... Prince, this is..."

"It's okay, I just drank two more glasses." Jiuyin glanced at him and signaled him to drive the carriage over.

Wuji then realized that there was a Prince Yi beside him. He hurriedly leaned over and said, "See Prince Yi."

Feng Chenye ignored him and still helped Feng Mujin to walk towards the carriage.

Wuji hurried back and rode a carriage to welcome them.

After finally helping Feng Mujin, who was slender and tall, into the carriage, Jiuyin was about to find a soft towel to wipe his face, Feng Mujin suddenly raised his long arm, pressed her wrist with his big palm, and gently pulled her down her body: "Yin'er, don't leave...Yin'er, I want you."

The sentence "I want you" made Jiuyin feel uncomfortable all over, and Feng Chenye, who was sitting next to them, held her tightly, and she didn't know whether to stay here.

This carriage belongs to their King Jin's mansion and belongs to these two people. It seems inappropriate for him to stay here.

But Feng Mujin was so drunk that if he said he didn't look at him, he wouldn't be relieved, and he didn't know what they would do inside.

"Yin'er..." Feng Mujin, who was beside him, had no idea that there were other people around him. After holding Jiuyin in his arms, he turned over and pressed him down, pressed his thin lips and kissed her mouth directly, and bit him gently: "Yin'er, I want it, like in the afternoon, Yin'er, I want you..."

Jiuyin was really embarrassed. Feng Chenye was here. Feng Mujin was so drunk again. It was always unreasonable to reason with him. She panickedly crossed her face to avoid his lips, and her hands fell in front of him and tried to push away: "Mu Jin, don't do this, your fourth emperor is here."

"Fourth Prince... Where are the Fourth Prince?" He looked up and looked forward, but there was nothing in front of him, only the roof of the carriage and the bedding neatly stacked together for them to use.

He curled his thin lips, looked at the panicked woman under his body, and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Yin'er, the Fourth Emperor is not here, he will not interfere with us tonight, Yin'er, I want..."

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her lips again. Jiuyin hurriedly avoided his invasion and could not kiss her mouth. Feng Mujin buried her face between her neck and grinded her delicate neck.

Jiuyin took a breath of cold air, wishing she could slap him awake with one palm.

He only knew how to look forward, but why didn't he look to the left? There, a man had a dark face, his big grasp was tightly grasped, and his knuckles could not make "cuckoo" sounds. If this continues, it would be difficult for her to guarantee that Feng Chenye would not slap the man on her body to death with one palm, and then slap himself to death.

She took a deep breath and did not dare to talk to Feng Chenye. She could only push Feng Mujin and said anxiously: "Mujin, Mujin, wake up, here... this is in the car."

"I can't wait." Feng Mujin moved his body.

Jiuyin suddenly panicked again, and obviously felt the change in his body. This guy actually started to affectionate with her here, but wasn't this embarrassing her!

"Is it very difficult?" Feng Chenye, who was silent and absolutely chilling, came from the side.

Jiuyin was startled and couldn't help but look up. With just one look, she forgot that there was still a drunk bird and beast on her body that was constantly being presumptuous.

When she met his cold gaze, she felt that the blood in her body was as cold as it was in an instant, and she could not find any temperature on her body.

He curled his lips and smiled evilly: "Since you were my wife in the past, I don't mind watching you and my seventh brother perform a live spring palace."

"What did you say?" Jiuyin opened her eyes widened in fear and looked at him in disbelief.

"How? Last time I didn't see the main show, but I left in a hurry because of something. This time I will let me see enough to see if other men can serve you well like me."

"night……"

"How can a woman like you call me the name of me? In the future, either call me the fourth brother of the king or respectfully call me Prince Yi." He snorted coldly, with a look of disdain.

Jiuyin closed her eyes and wanted to say something. But she heard a "hiss" sound, and her clothes were torn open by Feng Mujin.

She was so scared that she was panicked and wanted to push the person away, but she was still powerless.

Feng Chenye, who was beside him, had no intention of helping him. He was still leaning against the wall of the car and staring at them coldly.

Jiuyin's heart kept rising and falling, her breathing was messy, and her heart was hurt, but that was the case. The more she felt, the sweeter the smile on her face: "If I remember correctly, this carriage should be from our Prince Jin's Mansion. Prince Yi, it is not convenient to entertain you tonight, please go back."

As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned and looked down at a man whose thin lips had turned to her.

He resisted the urge to push him away, and his little hand fell on his shoulder and gently clung to him. When he looked at him, he said to Feng Chenye: "My prince needs it. Prince Yi, please don't look at it if you are not a man. Please return this space to us."

It was already here, and people were also driving him away. At this time, Feng Chenye had no reason to stay, but even though he was so angry that he was still leaning on the wall of the car, looking down at them, smiling evilly:

"I said, you were my wife, and I could see your body clearly. Tonight I will see how you used this charming body to hook and attract other men."

"He is not another man, he is my husband." Jiuyin took a deep breath, still smiling softly, with thousands of charm hidden in the gentleness: "I used to be the one of Prince Yi, but now I have married Mu Jin, so please give your respect to Prince Yi, don't be like a prodigal son."

"So what if I am a prodigal son of the Dingtu? Can you compare to you, a shameless woman like a Qinglou woman?"

She held her little hand hard, and the smile on her lips never dissipated. If you want to scold, she could bear it. But it was just a few angry words. She would not take it to heart, nor would she have difficulty breathing because of his words.

The voice seemed a little hoarse, but she was still smiling: "But our prince doesn't like to disturb others. If you still think he is your seventh prince's brother, please leave, you...ah! Mu Jin, Mu... well..."

The man who had no idea where he was suddenly chewed on her, and with strength, he bit his woman in pain.

Those careful low screams that overflowed were burning, but at this moment, the more painful the heart, the deeper the smile.

"What? Do you think my seventh brother of the king is unhappy with me watching here? How do you know what he is thinking?" Feng Chenye was still leaning against the wall of the car, looking coldly at the pair of men and women entangled in his eyes. The smile on his lips was so evil that it made people dare not look directly:

"You can't say that the Seventh Emperor is just fine, otherwise you wouldn't have stood outside for a whole night that night, and listened to me being intimate with you."

Jiuyin's heart suddenly contracted, and the smile on her lips could no longer hold back.

The man on his body fell on her collar and suddenly tore open the thin collar, but she couldn't speak up or reject him at this time.

That night Mu Jin stood outside for a whole night, listening to herself and his fourth brother being confused... Her Mu Jin was so stupid.

The attention that fell on Feng Chenye was finally withdrawn. She lowered her eyes and looked at the man who was constantly rubbing in front of her. Suddenly, her thin lips raised slightly, but this time the smile that overflowed was pleasant and pity.

Such a stunning smile made Feng Chenye's starry eyes almost open. How long has it been since he saw her laugh so sincerely? But her smile was not for herself, but for the man raging on her.

Feng Mujin was really drunk. He never drank alcohol. You can imagine how much he drinks. Even if Jiuyin and Feng Chenye talked here, he could not hear it at all. There was only this small body under his body in his heart.

The big palm penetrated through her torn collar, grasping her fragile body and holding it hard.

Jiuyin Yun's eyes were half closed, and finally she couldn't help but murmur: "Well... Mu Jin, the Fourth Emperor Brother is here, Mu Jin, we... ah... let's do it again when we go home, okay... not?"

"Don't be afraid if the Fourth Emperor is not here." Feng Mujin murmured in a low voice, and suddenly lowered his head and bit it.
Chapter completed!