The Favor of the Delicate Villain of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 8, Prince and Slave ([-])

Zhao Yun'er came over from not far away, she was coquettish and shy, a flash of understanding flashed in Shui Hanmo's eyes, she stood beside her with a look of fun, he pinched his chin, smiled coquettishly,
"This one looks like a real lady."

Zhao Yun'er froze when she heard the voice of the prince of the Western Regions, and then leaned down,
"Zhao Yun'er from the Prime Minister's Mansion pays homage to the Emperor, King Nan'an, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

As soon as she looked up, she saw Wen Qingqing who was tightly hugged by Mu Ye, her eyes immediately darkened,

"It's Yun'er who doesn't know what to say. She thinks that the prince has been working hard recently, and she really wants to accompany the prince to take a look at the peach blossoms. I didn't expect to spoil the prince's interest."

Mu Rufeng smoothed things over with a smile,
"Uncle Huang, when I came to Lishan Temple today, I happened to meet Miss Yun'er. I thought she was the uncle's fiancée, so I brought her here. I never thought—"

He looked at Wen Qingqing who was sleeping soundly, Mu Ye pulled the brocade robe in his arms, and said indifferently,
"It's okay, it's just a woman with a marriage contract,"

When everyone choked, Zhao Yun'er's face turned pale, and she really didn't think about Mu Ye's affection.She was about to cry, and looked at Mu Ye pitifully.If Wen Qingqing was like this, Mu Ye couldn't help hugging her in his arms to comfort her, but if it was Zhao Yun'er, he just felt sick.

"Suifeng, let Suiying divide half of the guards to meet the royal guards of Lishan Temple. Now that the emperor is here, he must be more vigilant. The number of patrols at night will be doubled."

Mu Ye looked at the guards following Wen Qingqing, spoke lightly, then turned around to look at Mu Rufeng,
"The emperor must also remember to protect himself, the minister will retire first."

Mu Rufeng was holding a fan, his eyes were inexplicably dark, while Shui Hanmo was staring at the soft and pitiful Zhao Yun'er, thoughtfully.

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In the temple room.

When Wen Qingqing opened her eyes, she felt suffocated.She opened her eyes with difficulty, and met Mu Ye's gloomy eyes. He was lying on Wen Qingqing's body, using his long black hair to gently touch the nose of the woman under him.

"My lord, come down first, I'm about to be crushed to death."

Wen Qingqing murmured softly, not expecting Mu Ye's more dangerous gaze.

"Host, when you were drunk, the villain asked the guard who followed you. He knew about you drinking, circling, and still drunk."

Da Zhuang seemed a little afraid of Mu Ye, so he spoke quietly.

Wen Qingqing was shocked, realizing the seriousness of the matter.She looked straight into Mu Ye's black eyes with a sincere expression,
"My lord, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never drink outside again in the future,"

With a half-smile, Mu Ye leaned up and kissed the corner of her mouth, then stepped back and looked at her with his forehead propped up.

Wen Qingqing gritted her teeth and unleashed her trump card,

"Really, my lord, I won't lie to you, which one is better for food and drink, the king of Nan'an in the capital of Dongli. I can't live without my lord!"

Da Zhuang: Fuck, this learning ability, this dogleg ability, this application ability, is indeed my chosen host! ! !
Normally, Wen Qingqing might argue with it, but now she can't protect herself, and Mu Ye still stares at her with secretive eyes,
"Tell me, if the bird raised by the king suddenly sang to others one day, will the king crush it to death or imprison it?"

Mu Ye picked up a strand of Wen Qingqing's beautiful hair, closed his eyes and took a deep breath,

Wen Qingqing: ...

Da Zhuang: I am the host, and I will solve it by myself. If you can come back alive, I will treat you as my own.
"Hey, I think the prince is so kind, he will take good care of it!"

Wen Qingqing cried and begged for mercy, Mu Ye grabbed her fidgeting hand and bit it in his mouth...

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The back mountain of Lishan Temple,
A man in black wearing a cloak looked around while walking, and when he came to a remote corner, suddenly a gust of wind blew in, the man shivered, and suddenly fell to the ground,
"Hahahahahaha, if you are as brave as you, you still dare to do bad things. This hall really thinks highly of you."

A faint voice came from the treetops, the man in black angrily took off his cloak,

"Shui Hanmo, come down for Miss Ben, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and you're looking for such a dilapidated place. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Hidden under the cloak is a face like a flower and a jade, a youthful and beautiful face, a face that I just saw today that would turn red when I say a word to everyone,

It's Zhao Yun'er.

Shui Hanmo let out a sneer, and jumped down from the tree in a slow manner, a pair of peach blossom eyes were frighteningly bright in the night,

"Miss Zhao, I'm sorry, this hall thought you had done so many bad things, and you have long ignored demons and goblins. It turns out, tsk tsk, you still can't change this little girl's squeamish nature."

Zhao Yun'er glared at him fiercely, picked up the cloak on the ground, and was about to go back. Here, Shui Hanmo leaned on the tree, wiping the dagger in his hand, and said with a smile without raising his head,
"Tell me, does Mu Ye know you like this? Why don't I describe it to him?"

Zhao Yuner stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath and said slowly,

"Since I have agreed to His Highness the Crown Prince, there is no reason why I shouldn't. I only hope that His Highness the Crown Prince will allow a few more years of grace. That matter cannot be completed overnight."

Shui Hanmo finally raised his head, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, he tilted his head and smiled at her,
"This palace wants to add one more, Zhao Yuner, this palace wants you not to hurt Wen Qingqing a single finger for the rest of your life!"

Zhao Yun'er couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly, why, why, why is she Wen Qingqing! ! !She calmly turned around and looked at the dangerous Shui Hanmo in front of her, and suppressed her anger to speak,
"His Royal Highness is joking, even for the sake of the precious blade in your hand, Yun'er can't refuse. Isn't it?"

She stared at Shui Hanmo quietly, the atmosphere was a little stiff for a moment, Shui Hanmo suddenly broke the silence,

"It's a pity, this hall has tried its best, don't be afraid, this hall can find you a more beautiful blood donation, but ah, there are no such dark ones,"

Zhao Yun'er's fingernails were deeply embedded in her flesh, her face turned livid,
"Yun'er resigns,"

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"boom!!!"

In the middle of the night, in a remote guest room, there was a constant sound of broken ceramics.

"Miss, miss, are you all right?"

The room suddenly fell silent, the maid Rou'er was hesitating whether to open the door, the red lacquered wooden door slowly opened, Zhao Yun'er came out with a pale face,
"Miss--"

Rou'er covered her mouth in horror, she is a newly promoted girl since Caiyi, the people below are envious of her, but she lives in fear every day, because her young lady is sometimes a devil.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Yuner said lightly,
"Miss Hui, Rou'er had a bad stomach from dinner today, so she woke up more frequently at night. Miss, you just—"

Zhao Yun'er glanced over, Rou'er shuddered, and knelt on the ground with a crying voice.

"Miss, the slave is wrong, miss let the slave!"

Zhao Yun'er gathered her sleeves, stretched out her hand to help Rou'er up,
"How could I blame you? I'm just a good sister like you. Besides, you're doing it for my own good."

Zhao Yun'er took the maid's hand and said softly,

Rou'er was moved, and was about to show her loyalty when a black shadow flashed by, and she felt a tingling pain in her neck, and the donated blood immediately gushed out. down.

(End of this chapter)