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Chapter 538: Men in Huayi and Brocade are doting on crowds?! (10)

Beautifully dressed servants, surrounded by men’s favorites?! (10)

After hearing her voice, two guards rushed out of the door and dragged Chen Lu out.

Seeing his back fading away, Qingyan let out a cold snort from the end of her nose.

"You bastard, if you disobey me again, I won't let you go next time!"[

Of course, she has said this no less than a dozen times, or even more times.

If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid she would have crushed him into pieces.

But he, this man named Chen Lu, is her poison.

Although Shi Er hated her so much that she would sometimes get into violent fights, she could not let go.

She really couldn't bear to let him die!

As soon as Princess Qingyan lay down on the brocade couch again, a guard came in from outside and informed her respectfully.

"Your Majesty, there is a man who wants to see you?!"

"who?!"

Princess Qingyan asked calmly.

"The man refused to give his name. He only said that he composed a piece of music for you, Your Majesty. He came here specifically to play it for you..."

The guard replied respectfully.

"ha……"

Lang laughed out loud, Princess Qingyan's tone was contemptuous and contemptuous.

"Go and tell him that I don't want to listen to his music, and let him go as far as he can?!"

"Your Highness?!"

The guard hesitated for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"The man also said that as long as I give this to you, you will definitely meet him!"

As he spoke, he respectfully stepped forward and handed a note in his hand to Princess Qingyan.

After taking the note, Princess Qingyan lazily opened it and only glanced at it, her face already full of anger.[

"What an arrogant bastard, go and bring him to me. I want to see how his music can outshine the morning dew?!"

"yes!"

The guard hurried away, but Princess Qingyan just slapped the note in her hand on the table.

On the note, there was a line of wild calligraphy.

"My harp is better than the morning dew. If the king doesn't see me, he will regret it for the rest of his life!"


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