She had never met such a person before. Without saying anything, he had already taken away all her heart and soul.
The woman chased after her, an evil sneer flashed across Murong Canghai's lips, and she turned around.
"Your Majesty, that is the daughter of Prime Minister Zuo Song Chengru and Princess Xuanyuan Xuhen. Her name is Song Feiyan."
"Bring her to me." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
Song Feiyan never expected that she would see him so easily this time.
Her graceful figure walked towards Murong Canghai in the room. The closer she got, the more she felt his cold charm that broke her heart. This cold charm made her heart aching, but she was willing to turn into a moth.
, and rushed towards the blazing fire without hesitation.
"You...I..." She walked up to him, opened her alluring red lips, and said, "I am Song Feiyan, the daughter of Princess Xuehen. You have come to meet my mother before. I know you want to
I asked for a calligraphy and painting by Yan Zhenqing but my mother refused. Now I have brought it to give to you."
She stepped forward and placed the calligraphy and painting worth tens of thousands of dollars in front of Murong Canghai, like a worried little girl, standing in front of him waiting for his appreciation.
Murong Canghai glanced at the calligraphy and painting sideways, the corners of his cold mouth slightly raised, a faint smile appeared, and he said -
"Thank you, I like it very much."
After hearing this, Song Feiyan suddenly raised her head, uncontrollable excitement flashed across her face, and said -
"Really? That's great, I, as long as you like it." She was attracted by his unique, low and magnetic voice, and her eyes could not leave her for a moment.
Murong Canghai pushed the calligraphy and painting back and said, "A gentleman does not take away what is loved by others. Since it is the beloved thing of Princess Xuehen, how can I take it as my own? Girl, you'd better take it back. It's your wish, my king."
Already received."
Song Feiyan lowered her head and looked at his hand that was placed on the calligraphy and painting. She blushed unconsciously and said, "What does it matter? As long as you like it, I can help you get it."
Murong Canghai smiled after hearing this, but his eyes were clearly cold and bottomless, but Song Feiyan didn't notice it at all. She only thought that his smile was for her.
"There is someone I would like to meet."
"Who?" she asked nervously.
"You Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Yueming." He read out her name in a deep voice. Ever since she and the prince threw the gunpowder at him, he had never spoken her name in person again. Now that he said it again, he actually had the guts to say no.
out feeling.
Song Feiyan's face suddenly turned pale, "You, do you like her?"
"No, I hate her." His tone sounded cold and hard, without any emotion.
"How much hate?" Song Feiyan stared into his eyes and asked.
Murong Canghai said, "No words in the world can describe my hatred for her."
Song Feiyan's heart immediately relaxed and she said, "That's great. I hate her too, I hate her so much! You hate the people I hate, which makes me so happy. Don't worry, she's in trouble this time."
, I will definitely avenge you and let her die miserably."
He raised his eyes and said, "But I want to torture her with my own hands so that she will never forget it in her life."
There was an inexplicable chill in Murong Canghai's eyes, which made Song Feiyan feel a shiver all over.