Yan Qingrui, who was practicing big characters with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he received, was shocked by the sound of kicking the door, and the ink fell on the white paper.

She slowly put down her pen, raised her head to look at Shangguan Qianyu, who was wearing a black brocade robe and had impatience and disgust in her eyes, and she really didn't understand what this person was crazy about.

Since she didn't like him, she didn't bother anyone in Fengheyuan, why did he do it? She even put on such a bad face.

Can't you stand to live a good life, right?

Yan Qingrui put down her pen, looked at Shangguan Qianyu, and said with a stern face: "What are you here?"

Shangguan Qianyu was very unhappy. Before he could get angry, the hateful woman opposite him became angry first. His eyes were fierce and he shouted, "Don't be arrogant!" This is the inner courtyard of his Qinghe Prince's Mansion, where can he go?

Yan Qingrui curled her lips: "Bully on the weak and act as a blessing!" Every time she comes, she kicks the door so loudly. Can't it knock on the door? It's barbaric!

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his neck tight, and only his hands like iron pliers stuck her throat.

Yan Qingrui couldn't breathe, and opened her mouth like a fish falling on the shore, but she didn't make any sound.

In front of him was a handsome face with an enlarged face. Shangguan Qianyu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they were about to cut off all her flesh. He gritted his teeth and burst out a few words from the gaps of his teeth: "You say it all!"

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes when she was pinched. She wanted to say it again, but she had to be able to make a sound.

Shangguan Qianyuyi Zhang Jun's face was evil and glared at her coldly. Seeing that her face was red and even her eyes began to turn white, she realized that her hands seemed too heavy.

He let go of his hand, Yan Qingrui collapsed, slid down like a dead fish, breathing in big mouthfuls. The feeling of rushing back from the brink of death was simply speechless.

She had at least three ways to let him go, but she was never an impulsive person. It would be of no benefit to reveal that she could do martial arts. She bet that although he hated her, he would not take her life.

Yan Qingrui had a pain in her neck and had never suffered such a loss before. She really wanted to fight back, but after rolling her eyes several times, she still didn't get up.

Shangguan Qianyu looked at the purple purple that was pinched out of her white neck, and was stunned for a moment. He never hit a woman. Why can't he control himself and almost kill her life because of this woman's words today?

His purpose was not to be angry.

He froze and said coldly: "Now you know what will happen to anger me?"

I know you are a big-headed ghost.

Yan Qingrui slowly got up from the ground, continued to walk back to the table, picked up her pen, and practiced writing.

Shangguan Qianyu looked at the rice paper on the table. The words on the paper were really not satisfactory. He was a grand lady who didn't even learn the basic functions of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He was actually plotted by such a woman and married her as the concubine. He couldn't even vent the grievance in his heart.

Yan Qingrui was also very annoyed when she practiced calligraphy. She had no pressure to write with charcoal, but the soft brush, the point was a little bit more focused on the ink, the light spots were uneven width and the gravity was uneven. If she hadn't known that this kind of pen was used in writing in this world, she would have to throw them all to the horizon.
Chapter completed!