"Stop your incredible face and don't let others know it. Don't treat this princess as an idiot unless you do nothing yourself." Mao Ting walked to Hua Qixie, gently touched the man's chest with her bare hands, and insisted casually.

She lifted up the man's fiery red hair and turned her face sideways. Her lips were only a finger away from the man's handsome face.

Fu Jingning felt a blockage in his heart. He tightened his grip on the sword and pursed his thin lips into a tight line. He turned his head stubbornly. She was the princess, and Hua Qixie was her husband.

, even if Hua Qixie goes to sleep with the princess tonight, it is a matter of course, what can he do?

Fu Jingning's eyes were as clear as autumn moon, and there was an obvious hint of hurt. Thinking of this, his already cold face became even more cold. Most of the servants in the hall were not married, and they were all unmarried.

They quickly lowered their heads in embarrassment, looking at the ground with red faces and staying there, not daring to breathe out. God knows how much they want to be transparent at this moment.

Everyone thought that the princess would have a passionate kiss with Master Qi Xie, but what they didn't know was that Mao Ting was just playing with the man's fiery hair, intentionally or unintentionally circling it with her fingertips, and facing Hua Qi Xie.

He looked at her fingers with disgust, as if her fingers were the dirtiest thing in the world.

Mao Ting raised her lips indifferently, and her low voice was just enough for them to hear each other: "Not only Lan'er, this princess knows a lot of things."

Her tone was soft, as if she was telling a joke, but this smile made Hua Qixie's face obviously stiff for a moment. He used his hand to push away the fiery red hair that was entangled with the woman's fingertips, and covered it up well.

His expression raised the corners of his lips, and that smile, paired with the red clothes and fiery red hair, was particularly evil and heart-wrenching: "Qi Xie doesn't know what the princess is referring to, please clarify it."

Mao Ting brushed her sleeves coldly and pointed to the servant standing by the wall casually: "Take Hua Qixie back to Huashang Pavilion to change clothes, and then call Duan Yeliang to wait in the hall. The emperor has sent word today

Yu, in a moment the three of you will follow me into the palace to meet the saint."

After saying that, she didn't even look at Fu Jingning and Hua Qixie in the hall, turned around and left coldly, thinking as she walked, she really didn't have a good impression of Hua Qixie, so she would wait until she had settled the matters at hand.

, sooner or later she will get out, he hates her, doesn’t he?

When the time comes, she will fulfill his wish and let him and his Lan'er sleep and fly together. Keeping a bomb by your side will always ensure your life is safe, and it will also waste the food in the house.

At dusk, twilight enveloped the entire capital, and patches of fire clouds burned the entire sky red. The majestic palace wrapped in warm red clouds also added a warm color.

The coachman sighed, and the white horse stopped smoothly. A luxury carriage studded with gems and all white stopped outside the palace. A pair of white brocade boots with black gold trim stepped down, and then,

A man wearing a bright moon robe first appeared in front of the gatekeepers.

Wearing a bright moonlight robe, this person is more majestic and graceful. His facial features are as handsome as a prince walking out of a painting. His leisurely and contented demeanor has a bit of nobility, which makes people can't help but look at it more.

Eye.

The guards guarding the door all looked at each other for a few times, and after a while they suddenly realized that this was none other than Mr. Duan, the princess' husband. In the past, the princess would take Mr. Duan around when she came to Beijing to meet the emperor, but recently she hasn't seen him for a long time.

The princess has brought Mr. Duan to the palace.

"Princess, Ye Liang helps the princess get out of the sedan chair, please be careful not to fall."

Duan Yeliang stretched out his slender white palms, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked elegant. Outside the gate of the palace was the busiest street. Unknown to him, his smile almost blinded the eyes of the girls on the street.

The women shouted in their hearts: What a handsome man!

The green curtain of the carriage was lifted up by a weak and boneless hand. The hand was as white as gelatin, which made the eyes of the young people who looked sideways on the street brighten up. Could it be that besides the princess, there was another beauty hidden in this carriage?

?

As a result, the bustling street suddenly became silent. Everyone craned their necks to see what kind of talent and national beauty this little hand would follow. Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Even the two guards guarding the palace gate looked expectantly at what was going on inside the carriage, but when they saw the woman with the hand appearing, it really shattered the hearts of many young men, and frightened several men on the street.

Jumping, I saw that the woman's rouge was covered with thick layers, and the rouge on both sides was painted as red as plateau red, which was dazzling. This was obviously a living ghost seen in the afternoon.

If this is not the idiot princess, who else could it be?

The eyes of everyone on the street turned from curiosity to disgust in an instant. However, Duan Yeliang seemed not to notice the eyes around him. His eyes were soft and mixed with a bit of warmth as he looked at the woman who appeared in front of him, still maintaining his expression.

The gesture just now was a gesture of invitation, which in the eyes of outsiders showed the image of a good husband: "Princess, please allow Ye Liang to help the princess dismount."

The tone was neither humble nor arrogant, just right. He seemed to be an elegant and noble prince, making the women around him feel jealous and want to throw themselves on the man. Mao Ting frowned, and the two thick eyebrows were drawn tighter, which was extremely ugly.

.

But she was extremely angry in her heart. If she didn't let him brush her off her horse, her already bad reputation might become a bad wife. There were so many people on the street, and after some exaggeration, she might even get a bad reputation.

Send something out.

Mao Ting gritted her teeth, and put her hand on Duan Yeliang's polite smile unhappily, and jumped out of the carriage casually. Just now, her hand was said to be a hand, but it was better to say that it was a heavy slap.

Duan Yeliang groaned in pain from the palm of his hand, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

Mao Ting raised her eyebrows. She really knew how to act. She had used up all the strength to give her breasts in that slap just now. Since he liked acting, she would accompany him. Compared with him, as an actor, she was in modern times.

But professional.

Suddenly, there was another commotion in the crowd. Mao Ting turned her head and saw that it was Hua Qixie who had come down.

Hua Qixie is still wearing the same red clothes. She has never seen him change any other color since she met him. However, this fiery red clothes complements his fiery red hair. He is evil and rebellious.

He raised the corners of his lips, and everyone thought he was smiling. Only Mao Ting knew that he was actually sneering, sneering at these nymphos. Perhaps he felt Mao Ting's gaze, and the man met her eyes with a pair of evil eyes.

His black eyes seemed to be gleaming with Mao Ting's gaze. In the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be looking at her affectionately, but she was the only one who deeply felt that the deep disgust flowing in those eyes was clear.

His whole body is shrouded in coquettish and evil beauty. As his eyes flow, the evil aura is like a vortex, making people willing to blend into the vortex. The women on the street are even more intoxicated looking at this evil man.

, I couldn’t help shouting in my heart.

Oh my god, what a charming and beautiful man.

Before Yigan, the nymphomaniac, had come to her senses, Fu Jingning used the sheath of his sword to lift up the carriage curtain, and got out of the carriage neatly. When he stood up, he saw a man in green clothes wearing a jade crown, his skin was like jade, and his face was

Handsome and gentle, with a tranquility in the corner of his mouth and indifference in the depths of his eyebrows, he raised his hand

His movements are extremely calm, as if nothing can be seen close to his eyes, giving people a gentle and gentle feeling, with a bookish air all over his body, coupled with his delicate face, no one will associate him with superb martial arts.

He looks like a weak scholar.

Those eyes were as clear as the autumn moon, and when his gaze rested on Mao Ting, who had a vulgar face, there was an indescribable tenderness.

All the people on the street, men, women, old and young, felt their breaths suffocate, and the same voice could not help but sound in their hearts: What a gentle, handsome man.

The envious and jealous eyes of the women all came towards Mao Ting. All the women present grabbed their silk handkerchiefs, grabbed their hair, and bit their lips. They were unwilling to accept it! They were unwilling to accept it! It was really a flower in the flower.

On the cow dung!

If their eyes were like knives, Mao Ting felt that she could be stabbed into a hornet's nest.

The woman smiled coldly. That was a pity. Unfortunately, she was not a hornet's nest. A pair of cold eyes glanced at everyone on the street who surrendered their gaze. Her smile was cold and her tone was even colder: "Look away, everyone.

No matter how you look at it, they are still my men."

How arrogant! How arrogant!

Those eyes were filled with a look of arrogance that made everyone feel shocked and shuddered. The current idiot princess seemed to be different from before. The former princess would definitely say vicious words.

, want to poke their eyes out, but now the words are not as vicious as before, but full of oppression, which makes people feel a kind of awe...

After saying that, the woman turned around coldly and walked into the door that had already been opened wide. She waved her sleeves without a trace of clouds, but with an air of freedom and compulsion. If you don't look at that face, just look at the red-clothed woman.

There is an indescribable strange beauty in her back, which attracts everyone's attention.

Duan Yeliang squinted his eyes, smiled playfully, glanced at Fu Jingning, who was looking at the woman with a gentle face, and Hua Qixie, who had a deep look in his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and followed him.

He chased the woman.

"Princess, wait."

When Mao Ting was counting the number of marble steps leading to the court, she heard Duan Yeliang panting. He stopped and panted beside her. It seemed that he had run over.

"do what?"

Mao Ting put on a bad face and asked in a bad tone. She would do nothing good when she met him. He always knew how to cheat her out of money. It would be weird if she could be nice to him.

The man had a handsome face and took out a small gold abacus from somewhere. He grinned, revealing his white teeth. Under the pale golden sunset, Duan Yeliang's slender fingers played on the small gold abacus as gracefully as a piano.

Then, with a bright smile on his face: "

Just now in the carriage, Ye Liangyou peeled three fruits for the princess. One piece is 10 taels, and three are 30 taels. Ye Liang helped the princess get out of the carriage with 20 taels, a total of 50 taels. The princess did not bring any money.

It doesn’t matter, remember to go back home later and ask the accountant to pay me.”

The man had a harmless look on his face, and his pure smile seemed to be saying something natural.

"Well, that's right. A person like you should become an actuary. It's not a problem for an excellent actuary to earn tens of thousands a month. Otherwise, you can win first prize in the Mathematical Olympiad competition."

Mao Ting nodded and looked at him with approval.

Duan Yeliang noticed Mao Ting's appreciation and thought that there was something wrong with the silver issue, but he put the small golden abacus into his sleeve in confusion and asked doubtfully: "What does the princess mean by the actuary and the Mathematical Olympiad competition?"

ah?"

"It means..." Mao Ting paused thoughtfully.

"What does it mean?"

Duan Yeliang's eyes shone like a curious baby. He was really curious. He had never heard of actuaries or Mathematical Olympiads. How come this woman had so many things in her mind that he didn't know? He was really curious.

I want to know what other weird things she knows."

Mao Ting smiled softly and looked around the surroundings. It was very good. It was almost night now and no one was going to court. Even if he went out like that, no one would see him, right? The woman hooked her hand and smiled.

abundant.

Duan Yeliang's curiosity became even more serious. He stretched his head out like this, still thinking about whether there was anything he wanted to say in secret?

Just when he was caught off guard, the woman punched his handsome face and said angrily: "Just go ahead and dream about your childhood!"

"Ah! The princess murdered her husband!!!!" There was a wail like a slaughtering pig in the palace.

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