Qingyuan watched the movements of the two people with a faint smile on her lips: "Are you sure... you want this?"
Hong Luan's movements were natural, and she didn't forget to sarcastically say: "I didn't know you would build a chastity memorial arch."
Qingyuan looked at her movements and smiled lightly. Don't they say that when a woman meets someone she likes, she will deliberately restrain her movements?
He still remembers that year in Zhulu, when the locust trees were shaded by willows, and there were a pair of figures under the trees. The women were graceful and charming, and the men were pretty and handsome. The spring breeze floated, revealing the beautiful faces of the women, and every frown and smile showed the shyness of a boudoir girl.
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However, Luohua was ruthless and thought he would have a chance, but later he discovered that only that person could see her shyness.
Qingyuan regained her thoughts, sat directly on the chair, looked at Hongluan and said: "Do you think King Ming is as simple as he seems on the surface?"
Hong Luan glanced at him doubtfully: "What do you mean?"
Qingyuan pinched her eyebrows, no wonder her benefactor looked down on her, would she be so stupid as to marry into the family and find fault?
"You rescued her in the suburbs." Qingyuan gave Hongluan a hint.
Hong Luan nodded and continued to wait for Qing Yuan to continue.
Qingyuan was speechless and choked: "Don't you think there's anything fishy?"
Hong Luan shook his head sincerely.
Qingyuan looked at Hongluan with a smile and made a serious suggestion: "If it doesn't work, replace the brain."
Hong Luan understood this and kicked Qing Yuan. Fortunately, Qing Yuan was prepared and dodged in time, patting the non-existent dust on his body.
"Qingyuan, are you..." Before Hongluan could finish speaking, Qingyuan blocked Hongluan's mouth with a folding fan: "Don't worry, listen to me slowly."
Hong Luan looked at the picture of a lady on the folding fan with disgust and wiped her mouth unhappily.
Qingyuan didn't care, and said: "You have to know that Prince Ming is a sick man. He never goes out of the door, let alone the suburbs. Prince Ming rarely goes out in the suburbs, but you saved him in the suburbs.
Isn't this suspicious?"
After being reminded by Qing Yuan, Hong Luan also reacted and looked at Qing Yuan with wide eyes: "Are you saying that Prince Ming is pretending to be ill?"
God, she seems to have discovered something big. If he knows Prince Ming's secret, he won't kill her secretly.
Qingyuan shook her head: "That's not the case. If he pretends to be sick and hides it for a while, so many people from Tai Hospital have treated him. No matter how powerful he is, he can't bribe the entire Tai Hospital."
"Then what do you want to say?" Hong Luan was a little anxious. She usually likes to be direct, but Qing Yuan likes to do riddles, so it takes a long time to talk to him every time.
Qingyuan looked at her and smiled mysteriously, closed her folding fan and put it to her mouth: "Buddha said: Don't say it."
Hong Luan: "...Are you looking for death?" This thing makes her feel better every time. She just has a slow mind sometimes, and it's all over if she says no? She has to go around in circles.
Qingyuan took a few steps back to prevent her sneak attack, and said with a smile: "Some things are just my guesses, there is no evidence yet, in short, you remember that King Ming is not simple but also very dangerous. He is not a good match for Ayan.
"
The only thing entrusted to him by his benefactor was to protect Ayan. He had already been careless once and would not be careless again.
During the time when Ayan was kidnapped, he had been secretly sending people to investigate, but there was no result. He personally went to the Ming Palace to investigate once, and found that in addition to the guards on the surface, there were many masters lurking, their auras were very weak, and ordinary people could not
will know.
His Highness Prince Ming's mother was a subjugated princess, and was thrown into the cold palace in his early years. What kind of mentality can allow a person who is the son of a subjugated princess to survive, and even be able to be a sick and sick Prince Ming?
"Don't think about your money every day, and don't forget your benefactor's instructions." Qingyuan glanced at Hongluan helplessly, with a hint of imperceptible doting in her eyes.
Hongluan sneered: "I'm better at protecting Yan Nizi than you are."
Of course she won't forget it. It's just a joke every day that she wants to exchange money for her.
"Hey, you caused me to lose a lot of money this time, how should I compensate you?" Hong Luan raised her chin and looked at him, trying to bluff him in terms of momentum, but the height difference of fifteen centimeters was destined to be a bit far-fetched.
Yan Nizi couldn't marry Prince Ming, but she was short of a lot of money.
Qingyuan bent down and, like Hongluan, said in a playful tone, "How about... compensate me for you?"
Hong Luan also smiled and gently lifted Qing Yuan's chin, which looked exactly like Shen Siyan's slutty look.
"Okay, I just don't know if kung fu is good or not?"
As soon as Qingyuan's face turned dark, he knew that no ivory could come out of the dog's mouth.
"I'm leaving first. After King Ming leaves, remember to remind Ayan to be careful." Qingyuan straightened up and said in a cold tone.
But Qingyuan's wish was destined to fail, because Shen Shenyan was already excited and wanted to follow Jun Ce.
"Are you serious? Don't lie to me." She was worried about what to do with the reviewers of the literary society, but she didn't expect that Junce had it ready-made.
"Of course, not only the gentlemen who wrote the play, but also the theater troupe can also give it to you." Jun Ce's eyes were full of smiles, but he didn't expect this man to be so easily satisfied.
Shen Shenyan's eyes widened, he swallowed, and couldn't believe you: "Really, really?"
Then he took two steps back cautiously: "You are not planning something evil, are you?"
Jun Ce raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that this person was not stupid. Of course, he was up to no good.
He fantasizes about her.
"Since I saw the play you arranged, I no longer want to go to the theater. There is no use keeping those theater troupes. I might as well give them to you, but I have a condition."
Shen Shenyan's eyes lit up. It was good if there were conditions. If there were conditions, he had a plan. She didn't have to worry about when he would set a trap on her all day long.
"Tell me what the conditions are." Shen Shenyan was already ready to open his mouth.
"Whenever you rehearse a play from now on, you must show it to me first." He wanted to be her first audience.
Shen Siyan didn't believe it: "That's it?"
Junce nodded: "Yes."
Shen Shenyan looked at him warily, why did she think this man was so unreliable?
"If you don't believe it, I can sign a contract with you." Jun Ce said again.
Shen Shenyan snorted coldly: "What's the use of a contract? You are the prince. Even if you really break the contract in the future, I won't get any benefits."
What he said was high-sounding and nice, but who knew what he was thinking in his heart.
Shen Shenyan never thought about himself from beginning to end, even though Jun Ce had done it so obviously.
Liu Yun on the side began to worry about his master, asking him to tell him directly, otherwise he would not be able to wait for Miss Shen until the year of the monkey.
Not to mention the philanderers on the side. The philanderers are responsible for eating, and the philanderers are responsible for beating people. There is no such thing as love and love in their minds.