Under the candlelight, Yan Buhuan looked at the woman carefully.
If I could describe it in one word, it would be - beautiful.
Two words - beautiful.
Three words - very beautiful.
Four words--beautiful.
Simple sideburns, lightly swept brows, eyes full of spring, skin as delicate as warm jade, small cherry lips with no dots of red, as delicate as drops, two strands of hair hanging down naturally by the cheeks, flexibly rotating eyes, between the eyebrows
Hiding a hint of weakness.
Seeing such a woman, even she, a woman, can't help but feel a little pity for her.
"Don't send me back, please. If you are afraid of trouble, I can leave immediately. Just please don't send me back to Zheng Ming." The woman stood up from the chair and knelt on the ground.
Zheng Ming? This woman can actually call Prince Zheng by his first name.
Yan Buhuan hurriedly helped her up: "Don't be like this, get up quickly."
Yan Que Yan Que casually put her hand to the corner of her lips: "What's your name?"
The woman had just been helped up by Yan Buhuan and sat down. When she heard Yan Que's question, she immediately stood up and said to Yan Que, "Sir, my name is Mu Qingya."
Mu Qingya, what a good name.
As expected, she is as pure and elegant as her name suggests. She is truly a beauty worthy of a good name.
"Qing Ya, harboring a Zheng Guo criminal is not a small crime." Yan Que looked at her seriously and explained the serious relationship to her.
Yan Buhuan was very curious as to how Mu Qingya provoked Prince Zheng. Suddenly, she remembered that at the banquet, Princess Zheng Yuanyuan said that her brother had lost a concubine, so she just wanted to get another one for him.
Is it possible that Mu Qingya is the missing concubine Zheng Yuanyuan mentioned?
"Are you Prince Zheng's concubine?" Yan Buhuan asked in disbelief.
A trace of sadness flashed across Mu Qingya's face, her white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and a glimmer of water flashed in her eyes: "I...I...I'm not."
It would be too far-fetched to deny it.
Yan Que and Yan Buhuan looked at each other. Yan Buhuan felt that Mu Qingya and Prince Zheng must not be simple.
Although there is a saying that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but while saving people, you must not set yourself on fire.
Yan Que said: "But he is looking for you now."
Mu Qingya stood up and blessed the Yan brothers: "You are my benefactors, Mu Qingya. Please rest assured that I will never harm you. I will leave at dawn tomorrow."
When Mu Qingya said this, Yan Buhuan suddenly felt that he was something special, fearful of power, timid and unwilling to save others.
Although I don’t know how Mu Qingya transformed from a concubine to a wanted criminal, she doesn’t look like a bad person, and she is still pregnant with a child. How can you bear it if you want a pregnant woman to hide around?
?
Yan Buhuan subconsciously looked at his elder brother.
Yan Que probably had done this kind of thing many times. Seeing his expression not changing and his heart not beating, Yan Buhuan was filled with contempt in his heart.
"Do you know you are pregnant?" Yan Que asked again.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingya's gentle little face suddenly turned pale, as if she was about to fall down at any moment. If it were an ordinary person, how would she look like this when she heard that she was pregnant? It was too late to be happy.
But when Mu Qingya arrived, it seemed that what she was carrying in her belly was not a child, but a firecracker.
He raised his hand and touched his belly tremblingly: "You mean... there is a child here?"
Under the candlelight, Yan Buhuan looked at the woman carefully.
If I could describe it in one word, it would be - beautiful.
Two words - beautiful.
Three words - very beautiful.
Four words--beautiful.
Simple sideburns, lightly swept brows, eyes full of spring, skin as delicate as warm jade, small cherry lips with no dots of red, as delicate as drops, two strands of hair hanging down naturally by the cheeks, flexibly rotating eyes, between the eyebrows
Hiding a hint of weakness.
Seeing such a woman, even she, a woman, can't help but feel a little pity for her.
"Don't send me back, please. If you are afraid of trouble, I can leave immediately. Just please don't send me back to Zheng Ming." The woman stood up from the chair and knelt on the ground.
Zheng Ming? This woman can actually call Prince Zheng by his first name.
Yan Buhuan hurriedly helped her up: "Don't be like this, get up quickly."
Yan Que Yan Que casually put her hand to the corner of her lips: "What's your name?"
The woman had just been helped up by Yan Buhuan and sat down. When she heard Yan Que's question, she immediately stood up and said to Yan Que, "Sir, my name is Mu Qingya."
Mu Qingya, what a good name.
As expected, she is as pure and elegant as her name suggests. She is truly a beauty worthy of a good name.
"Qing Ya, harboring a Zheng Guo criminal is not a small crime." Yan Que looked at her seriously and explained the serious relationship to her.
Yan Buhuan was very curious as to how Mu Qingya provoked Prince Zheng. Suddenly, she remembered that at the banquet, Princess Zheng Yuanyuan said that her brother had lost a concubine, so she just wanted to get another one for him.
Is it possible that Mu Qingya is the missing concubine Zheng Yuanyuan mentioned?
"Are you Prince Zheng's concubine?" Yan Buhuan asked in disbelief.
A trace of sadness flashed across Mu Qingya's face, her white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and a glimmer of water flashed in her eyes: "I...I...I'm not."
It would be too far-fetched to deny it.
Yan Que and Yan Buhuan looked at each other. Yan Buhuan felt that Mu Qingya and Prince Zheng must not be simple.
Although there is a saying that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but while saving people, you must not set yourself on fire.
Yan Que said: "But he is looking for you now."
Mu Qingya stood up and blessed the Yan brothers: "You are my benefactors, Mu Qingya. Please rest assured that I will never harm you. I will leave at dawn tomorrow."
When Mu Qingya said this, Yan Buhuan suddenly felt that he was something special, fearful of power, timid and unwilling to save others.
Although I don’t know how Mu Qingya transformed from a concubine to a wanted criminal, she doesn’t look like a bad person, and she is still pregnant with a child. How can you bear it if you want a pregnant woman to hide around?
?
Yan Buhuan subconsciously looked at his elder brother.
Yan Que probably had done this kind of thing many times. Seeing his expression not changing and his heart not beating, Yan Buhuan was filled with contempt in his heart.
"Do you know you are pregnant?" Yan Que asked again.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingya's gentle little face suddenly turned pale, as if she was about to fall down at any moment. If it were an ordinary person, how would she look like this when she heard that she was pregnant? It was too late to be happy.
But when Mu Qingya arrived, it seemed that what she was carrying in her belly was not a child, but a firecracker.
He raised his hand and touched his belly tremblingly: "You mean... there is a child here?"
