He actually asked her to return it?

Luo Ying had no idea when she had to accept so many boxes of rouge.

The ones that remained the same, but why did they remained the same? She sent a lot of boxes of rouge out, and the rest were all returned to Xianglanfang. What did she do to pay back?

"What, can't you pay it back?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly.

In fact, he didn't really want to marry her. He just felt that this girl was too cold to him. If she was so cold to everyone, it would be fine. But when she was talking to Song Yihuan, she was so gentle, even her eyes were filled with watery gentleness. Of course, he was so angry.

Also, why didn't she wipe the rouge he gave her? She clearly looked down on the things he gave her. He wanted to tease her with hatred.

Luo Ying stroked her forehead and did not answer him directly. Instead, she lowered her head and thought about it. She pulled out a carved jade hairpin from her head. Her long hair, like a crow wing, immediately scattered. The wind blew across the window, and the long hair was fluttering, strands like a waterfall.

Wei Yuanji and Song Yihuan were both shocked.

In just a moment, Luo Ying had already taken out a light green soft handkerchief and tied up her scattered hair, and then handed the jade hairpin to Wei Yuanji: "I'm all over my body, this jade hairpin is worth some money. If you take it, just think I have bought your rouge."

Wei Yuanji took the jade hairpin in a daze, his eyes still staying on Luo Ying's face.

Luo Ying no longer looked at him, but gave a tribute to Song Yihuan and asked, "Today I dared to ask His Highness the King of Ling to be a witness. I have returned his rouge money, and from then on, there will be no connection!"

Song Yihuan probably understood the general situation. According to Wei Yuanji's temperament, he must have deliberately made things difficult for Luo Ying. He smiled and said proudly: "Okay!"

"Stupid girl, if you say there is no connection, there will be no connection?" Wei Yuanji didn't care about Song Yihuan's guarantee at all. He raised the jade hairpin in his hand and looked at Luo Ying like a joke. "You are a fool. How much money can this broken hairpin be worth? How can it be worth the money of rouge? Besides, even if it is worth it, I don't want it. I just want to return all rouge to me intact."

Shang'er said anxiously: "Your Majesty Wei, aren't you deliberately making things difficult for others? Yanzhi was forcing me to give it to my lady..."

"Talk!"

Wei Yuanji was very impatient and wanted to lit Shang'er's acupoints, but Song Yihuan blocked them with his hands. He couldn't see them and shouted in a deep voice, "Yuanji, you're enough! Such a big man, what's the point of bullying two girls!"

"Song Yihuan! Who I bully does not matter to you!"

Wei Yuan was extremely afraid at all, staring at Song Yihuan with beautiful eyes, regardless of his identity, and called him his name.

Suddenly, the anger on his face faded away, and his cherry-like lips curled up, and a malicious smile appeared, "Don't tell me, you've fallen in love with this stinky girl, Brother Yihuan..." He smiled even more, "When the sister in your heart dies, will she fall in love with someone so soon?"

Song Yihuan was shocked, as if he was strangled by someone's throat, and he couldn't answer a word. Luo Ying could even clearly see the muscles on his cheeks trembling.

Obviously, Wei Yuanji successfully poked Song Yihuan's pain point.

In an instant, Song Yihuan was furious. He didn't say a word, and his sharp fist wind hit Wei Yuanji's mouth. The force was so strong that he wished he could knock down all his teeth.

Wei Yuan was extremely anxious and tilted his body gently to the side and successfully avoided it.

Luo Ying didn't want the two of them to have a dispute over her, so she hurriedly stopped him and said, "Your Highness, stop!"

"Luo Ying, you can do nothing about this, please do not want to do it!"

Song Yihuan's eyes were filled with anger and ignored Luo Ying's dissuasion.

The second punch continued to swing, Wei Yuanji did not accept it, but just kept hiding, hiding while hiding: "Brother Yihuan, why are you angry? There is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world, why bother to love a flower alone..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yihuan became even more angry, his voice was like a storm, with violent force: "Wei Yuanji, don't be too arrogant!"

As soon as the words came out, the fist was no longer a sharp scimitar. The sword wind was strong and domineering, and it was straight to Wei Yuanji's throat.

Wei Yuan didn't dare to take it lightly anymore. He tilted his toes and his body was as light as a swallow and rose into the air.

Song Yihuan refused to let go and followed closely. The tip of the knife condensed with the force of the strong wind, hitting Wei Yuanji's chest. Wei Yuanji was already in a little embarrassed. He quickly pulled out the long sword from his waist and met Song Yihuan's scimitar.

"bite--"

The weapons and internal forces collided, and both of them were shocked and took a step back.

"Don't fight again!"

Luo Ying didn't expect that she just wanted to draw a clear line with Song Yihuan and Wei Yuanji, but it led to a fierce fight.

She originally thought that no matter how notorious Wei Yuanji was and no one was arrogant, she would not really dare to have a head-on conflict with Song Yihuan. Not to mention that the two identities and statuses were different, in terms of martial arts, she did not believe that Wei Yuanji could compare to Song Yihuan.

This incident started because of her, and she was eager to extinguish the battle between dragons and tigers.

"Stupid girl, hurry up and go with grandpa to avoid being blind and hurting you!"

While Wei Yuanji fought against Song Yihuan, he did not forget to take the time to remind Luo Ying.

"Miss, go quickly."

Shang'er was so scared that she had no idea. She only had Luo Ying in her heart, for fear that Luo Ying would be affected by Chi Yu, so she could only protect Luo Ying in front of Luo Ying and wanted to take Luo Ying away.

"Shang'er, you go back!"

Luo Ying's eyes were as firm as snow, and she was extremely firm.

"Swish!"

The scimitar in Song Yihuan's hand slashed towards Wei Yuanji's head with a sharp gale. Wei Yuanji's face changed, his toes pointed to the ground, and his body took a few steps back.

"Bang!"

The scimitar cuts the table in half.

But at this time, Wei Yuanji thought the matter was not big enough. He stood high on the table, flew around the corners of his clothes, as elegant as a god, but the expression on his face was full of demons. He raised his eyebrows and smiled roguely.

"Brother Yihuan, why not let me ask me to send you to Huangquan to accompany your sweetheart! It's not easy to let her be lonely in that world alone."
Chapter completed!