Chapter 313: Prime Minister, please don't be shy [6]
And go to bed - Tsk! Unless, princess, you make the prime minister faint, xxoo a hundred times, otherwise...
Hehehe, you will never get even a piece of someone else's clothes in your whole life!
"Hey, don't you want this expression~" Being despised by his four subordinates, Zijin scratched his head and tried to strengthen his tone, "I will try to get rid of him as soon as possible."
"Fastest?" Shuanghe grasped the key point.
"Uh...I mean, I...I try my best, I try my best..." Zijin smiled awkwardly, and Zijin didn't have much confidence in what he said.
"Princess, do you really like Lan Xiang?" Qingshi asked doubtfully.
In her impression, although the princess behaved strangely and spoke informally, no one knew what was going on in her heart.
As one of the four secret guards of the princess, she stayed with the princess for five years. She watched with her own eyes how the princess eliminated the old minister Shuo Yue step by step, and how she supported His Majesty step by step while suppressing His Highness the Crown Prince.
She was only eighteen years old back then, but she could kill decisively, and when she ordered the massacre of the Ye family of Shuo Yue, she could see the decisive killing intent in her eyes and eyebrows.
Just thinking about it made her feel chills on her back...
Will such a princess really fall in love with Prime Minister Tianche at first sight?
Or...can such a princess still have love?
"Ah... I like it..." The smile on Zijin's lips was deep, and he blinked cynically, enigmatically, "Maybe... maybe, I will like it..."
"Princess, my subordinate just saw Nangong Yao next to Lan Xiang. To prevent him from discovering this place, do you want to..." There was a strong murderous aura in Lu Qi's cold voice, and she obviously had murderous intentions.
"No, Nangong Yao is not suspicious of this place. If he finds out, it doesn't matter." Zijin smiled, with a burning light in his black eyes, "I am afraid that he will not find out..."
[Master, please don’t be shy]
A section of white wrist is exposed under the flowing sleeves.
Lan Qingruo looked calm and walked along the garden wall towards the study.
The sky in April was clear and beautiful, and the calyxes of the snow jade trees were blown away by the wind, falling into pieces.
The white petals flowed through the corners of Lan Qingruo's eyes and eyebrows. He raised his head slightly, with a watery look in his eyes, which contained the flying flowers all over the sky.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed——
"Master Xiang." Behind him, Nangong Yao suddenly appeared.
"Did you lose me last night?" Lan Qingruo said directly with the expected result.
"This subordinate has neglected his duty." Nangong Yao half-knelt on the ground and lowered his head.
"It has nothing to do with you. She is not a simple person. She must be very aware that you are following her, so she plays tricks on you again and again."
"Since the prime minister knows that she is not a simple person, why do you want to--" If you want to keep her in Tianche, why not send her back to Shuoyue early, out of sight, out of mind, and not afraid of what tricks she will play again.
Lan Qingruo pressed her lips with her long finger and coughed lightly. Her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her voice was erratic and indifferent, "She is approaching me just for profit. The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman gains. If Tianche and Loulan really
In a battle, no matter who wins or loses, their vitality will be severely damaged, but Shuo Yue is waiting for work, and can win over the losing side without much effort... The winner will also be unable to stop it because of the reduction in strength..."
When Nangong Yao heard this, he frowned and said, "She is the Prime Minister's enemy."
The Prime Minister is dedicated to serving the country and is the head of the Lan family, a family of heavenly beings. If Chunyu Zijin has any designs on Tian Che, he will be the Prime Minister’s enemy!
"The enemy...cough, maybe, will be someone more terrifying than the enemy..." Lan Qingruo raised his head, and the falling flowers covered his coughs.