"You!" Mu Chen's eyes were cold, and his Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly. An evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Even if Mu Chen was wrong, it was not an ugly woman's turn to point fingers. She didn't have the qualifications.
Liu Ling'er proudly glanced at Qingyan in Mu Chen's arms. This ugly woman made Brother Chen angry. Very good, sooner or later she will pay back tenfold for this humiliation and slap!
"Are you being exposed to the truth? Why are you so angry?" Qingyan's lips curled up slightly, admiring Mu Chen's defiance. Lao Mo on the side was also a little surprised. He just wanted to hear her opinion of Mu Chen, but he didn't expect to be beaten by two people.
After hearing this, he caused such a thing. However, the slap was very satisfying. Now he is openly challenging the emperor's authority. He is very brave.
"Go away. There is no need to be a guard for three months." Just like a hunter losing interest in his prey, Mu Chen just wanted to sort out his thoughts that were turned upside down by Ling'er.
Who cares about this crap? The emperor is like this? He goes back on what he promised? What kind of gentleman's promise is hard to keep? The contempt that expands infinitely and penetrates deeply into his eyes. He leads the horse in the direction he came from without any hesitation.
After leaving for a long time, Qingyan doubted that she would fall in love with this man. Now she hates him so much.
A deceitful emperor, with vulgar eyes, frivolous tone, and arrogant temper. Occasionally he even disappears for fun. Such a man seems to have no merit at all?
Liu Ling'er wiped away her tears and looked at the departing blue figure proudly. She had already forgotten what kind of atmosphere she was in now. Mu Chen lowered his head and met the hateful eyes of the person in his arms for no reason.
A disgusted one. He let go of Liu Ling'er and ordered Lao Modao to watch Qingyan leave reluctantly.
"Send her back to Beijing, we'll talk about the rest when we return to Beijing." After finishing her words, Ling'er didn't wait for Ling'er to use her crying skills again. She got on her horse and left in the direction of Qingyan.
Watching the ink-colored figure disappear into the woods, Liu Ling'er turned around and faced those cruel eyes. She lowered her head weakly. Although she was sure that Lao Mo would not dare to kill him, Mu Chen was not here now, just in case he wanted to embarrass herself.
It's still very simple. Her martial arts is only good at lightness, and she can deal with low-level enemies. Lao Mo can't be a fuel-saving lamp if he follows the emperor. It's more than enough to deal with her.
She can only resign herself to fate. Next time, she must pay more attention. This time she should take it as a lesson.
"Princess Ling'er, there is only one horse. Do you think you are walking or riding a horse?" Liu Ling'er's frivolous and unrestrained tone made Liu Ling'er frown. Seeing Lao Mo get on the horse, how could she give her a chance to choose?
When a tiger falls in peace and is bullied by a dog, Eunuch Mo, you have treated me like this today. It is best not to fall into my hands in the future. You stare at the person on the horse with a malicious look.
——"Hey, ugly woman, am I kidding? Are you really going to leave?" The uninhibited and playful face appeared beside her, awakening Qingyan who was lost in her thoughts. She glared at Mu Chen helplessly in anger.
Did you find out that this man still has the ability to pester people?
I originally thought I had finally gotten rid of the pair of vulgar lovers, but I didn't expect that the emperor of a country would follow him so stubbornly. He looked indifferent just now. I looked behind me and saw that pink coat that blocked my heart.
The woman's frown relaxed. Fortunately, she didn't follow him.
Otherwise, she was really afraid that she would be slapped accidentally.
Looking at Qingyan's smart and cute expression, Mu Chen had a faint smile on his face. Seeing the contempt in Qingyan's eyes, Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Qingyan semi-threateningly.
"Woman, put away the contempt in your eyes. Otherwise, I will make you regret it."
"Speaking of which, you seem to be ugly. But why don't I hate it anymore?" Looking at Qingyan's contempt deep in his eyes, Mu Chen was slightly annoyed. Why didn't he hate the feeling of two people riding horses side by side? Even, he
I don’t even think she is ugly. The pink birthmark on her forehead gives people a sense of intelligence?
Why?
"Can I marry you in the future?" The shocking words came out of Mu Chen's thin mouth lightly, and he didn't seem to think that what he said was so shocking.
After a moment of admiration, the horse stopped. His star-like black eyes glanced at Mu Chen. She remembered that when she met Diao'er in the nameless lake, she noticed a cheetah gaze in Mu Chen's eyes.
The feeling of falling for prey. Now, I am just an ugly woman. Is he Mu Chen the same?
Sometimes Qingyan doesn't even understand herself. She's as useless as Mu Chen. Why doesn't Qingyan just kill her?
Perhaps, even if she is born as a woman in the 21st century, she still has traditional ideas in her heart. She is always reluctant to attack the first person who sees her body. Even if this person is the playboy she is now attracted to, she followed him in the beginning.
The plan was to find an opportunity to kill him. After getting along with him for a few days, he always retreated at the critical moment. After all, he couldn't bear it, right? Even though he was useless. Even though he was not the man he wanted. Even though he might be like Gu Chen.
Hurt yourself hard.
But damn, when I heard him say this, my heartbeat that had been steady soared straight up. A faint blush appeared on my pink cheeks. I admired my face, and I was tangled in the knot that I had just let go of for sixteen years and now I have to understand love again.
That unfathomable thing? Do you dare to gamble with your own happiness?
Now that your heart is moved by this man's possibly joking words? Then what does this mean? - First you are making trouble to marry your beautiful self, and now you want to marry your ugly self. Are emperors so sentimental?