Looking at their leaving figures, the expressions of Mr. Murong and the first lady immediately darkened. After seeing this scene, Murong Zhi stepped forward and saluted his father and mother.
"Father, mother, this is so good. It would be best if we keep our fourth sister."
"Hmph, what should I do with her? It's best to give her some poison and let her die here. Bitch, if it weren't for her, I would be like this -" Maybe the emperor would recognize him and take him in.
Palace, be a princess.
Hearing Murong Luoran's words, Zhiyuan's eyes were gloomy, and his fists tightened, but he did not swing them anymore. Anyway, if you don't hit people in front of you, you will hit them from behind. If he doesn't hit, some people will hit him.
This bitch has elevated her by letting her live in the Murong Mansion. It would be better for her not to express her gratitude. She keeps saying that she is the eldest young lady of the Murong Mansion, and even wears the clothes that only the main wife wears.
I just wore bright red.
It's really shameless to the extreme.
He does it every day. When will the emperor realize his conscience and be able to welcome her into the palace and become a real princess? But he doesn't even know that the throne is about to be replaced.
In order to hate Zhiyuan, Murong Luoran tried all her tricks. She knelt on the ground and washed Zhiyuan's feet... and let him beat and scold her... Even when Zhiyuan rewarded her to the slaves below, she also
Greet him with a smile.
As soon as he heard the gasping sounds she made under the slaves, Murong Zhiyuan felt that it was really disgusting.
But,
Is there any way, her face is thicker than the city wall.
There is a kind of person who never knows how hateful and shameful she is in the eyes of others.
"Far away~~"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Murong Luoran walked over tenderly and reached out to hold Zhiyuan's hand. However, Zhiyuan immediately swung it as if it was struck by lightning, almost throwing Murong Luoran away, staggering,
Hatred flashed through Luo Ran's eyes, but when she stood up, she was still smiling sweetly.
Master Murong looked at this scene impatiently, turned around, supported the first lady, and left to discuss the plan. Zhiyuan turned around and walked towards his garden.
Seeing the situation suddenly,
She hurriedly turned around and followed him. Looking at Zhiyuan's increasingly majestic figure, her heart started to beat loudly. Now that she looked at Zhiyuan, she felt good no matter how she looked at him.
——When I think of the time when Zhi Yuan wanted to marry me, but she refused to leave without even a second thought, and when I even wanted to marry King Jing even though I knew he was his biological brother, Luo Ran regretted it.
When I entered the garden far away, I heard footsteps behind me, but I ignored it. I just pushed the door into the side room with a cold face, and looked at my wife who was doing embroidery on the soft couch, and felt really soft in my heart.
"Madam——"
"Ms. sir..."
The young lady stood up and greeted her with a smile. The couple held hands and sat on the soft couch together. Zhiyuan reached out and hugged his wife. When he was about to kiss her, someone pushed her on the chest.
The two of them looked up at the door at the same time, only to see Murong Luoran standing pitifully and with tears in her eyes behind the curtain.
The young lady's face suddenly looked unhappy, and Murong Zhiyuan also had an angry look on his face, waving his hand at her and saying angrily.
"What are you doing here? Why don't you prepare some tea?"
"Oh, okay."
When Luo Ran heard Zhi Yuan talking to him, he was very happy. He turned around and went to prepare tea. When he saw her leaving, Zhi Yuan raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of evil...