"What nonsense are you talking about?" Princess Huizhen's eyes widened in shock, and her body couldn't help but tremble. The fear of Lin Qingran returned to her body at this time: "The princess lost her footing and drowned after being drunk.
Don't you dare slander anyone!"
How is it possible that the little bitch actually knows about her plot to murder Jun Ma? She did a perfect job in murdering Jun Ma. Even Jun Ma’s family thought Jun Ma lost his footing and fell into the water while drunk. How could she know?
Princess Huizhen looked at the girl with a gentle and harmless smile with a white face, and her heart felt frighteningly cold. This time she finally understood that she had offended someone she shouldn't have!
"Princess Princess, if your children knew that you were their father-killing enemy, do you think they would be willing to show mourning for you after your death? If they knew that you were a ****, do you think they would
Are you ashamed?" The more she spoke, the more beautiful her smile became, like a mandala blooming on the other side, bright and cold: "I really want to know the result. Well, fortunately, I don't have to wait too long. I hope that by then
Don’t let me down too much with Princess Huizhen’s children!”
Princess Huizhen couldn't bear it anymore. Lin Qingran was a poisonous snake: "You dare...you dare to make my son and daughter hate me, and I will die with you!"
She rushed forward, no matter what happened today, she insisted on teaching Lin Qingran a lesson.
Although she was extremely evil, she could not accept the fact that her children hated her.
With Lian Xin Lian Yue here, how could she hurt Lin Qingran? As soon as he moved, Lian Xin kicked him away. Princess Huizhen was used to being pampered. How could she withstand such a cruel kick?
Like a kite with a broken string, it hit the wall with a kick. With a "pop" sound, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out. Then the vision went black and the whole person passed out.
Lin Qingran held up the hem of her skirt and kicked Princess Huizhen with her toes. Her eyes were cold and her voice was cold: "Princess, just enjoy your father's deep love!" After that, he turned around and left quickly, without saying a word.
Don't waste any time looking at her.
At the corner of the corridor, Dugu Lin's eyes were gloomy. He stood with his hands behind his hands beside the fallen winter jasmine. The night wind blew by, and the lanterns swayed under the eaves of the corridor. The remaining flowers were curled up and scattered all over the ground. Some even fell on his shoulders, like dregs of spent flowers.
The man is also in despair.
He looked at Lin Qingran with eyes that seemed to contain endless hatred, as if the two had been enemies for generations, and the blackness in his eyes almost drowned and swallowed Lin Qingran.
Lin Qingran received his hateful gaze that seemed to tear her apart, but she smiled tactfully, nodded, and walked away gracefully without stopping for a moment, as if his love and hatred had nothing to do with her and could not let her.
There is the slightest movement.
Dugu Lin's cold eyes followed her, and he saw her flying like a butterfly towards a long body, wearing a pale white shirt, and long flowing black hair. Although she looked independent and free from the world, she was also noble and solemn.
The elegant man, the two of them did not speak, they just smiled and walked away side by side. Although they did not speak, there was a tacit understanding around them that could not accommodate anyone.
Dugulin sneered and turned away, but not far away from him, under the sycamore tree, a man in dark red clothes fluttering around, with eyes like stars and lips as red as blood, did not turn around, his eyes were always slow.
Slowly following the figures of the two walking side by side, the night wind passed through his hair, carrying a faint chill. The man's eyes were like ice cubes, without a trace of emotion, and he no longer had the domineering and arrogance of the past.
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It was as if the laughing and scolding man had never existed, as if he was born like this, as cold as an ice sculpture.