The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

Jiang Lingyi turned around, only to see that the person behind her was wearing a water-blue veil skirt, with a delicate and lovely face, with peach blossoms on her face, which one is it not Zheng Yurou?

Zheng Yurou, who was still looking happy just now, suddenly stopped, and her face lost all color in an instant.

"Bao, Princess Baoxi..."

Her voice trembled a little, but Jiang Lingyi just nodded in response, and then left.

A carriage slowly drove to the gate of the Prince's Mansion.

King Duan's banner was waving in the scorching sun, Jiang Lingyi quickened her pace, and the coachman who had been waiting outside eagerly came forward, just as she was about to get in the car and leave, Zhao Quan's voice came from not far away.

"Lingyi."

"Tsk."

Jiang Lingyi looked sideways impatiently, only to see Zhao Quan walking towards her in a moon white gold silk python robe.

He has a handsome appearance, his voice is as gentle as a clear spring, and his eyes are full of concern.

"I heard that you were sick, are you feeling better now?"

Something is wrong.

Jiang Lingyi muttered twice in her heart, nodded perfunctorily, then stepped on the carriage under Zhao Quan's gaze, and got into the carriage without looking back.

"Lingyi."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lingyi really didn't give her face so much, Zhao Quan frowned slightly, and wanted to catch up, but was blocked by a familiar scabbard.

Hairpin Xing was sitting in the carriage, wearing a hat, and said in a blunt tone.

"The princess is not feeling well, please ask His Royal Highness Duan to avoid it."

Looking at everyone, Zheng Yurou opened her mouth wide in surprise, and then silently stepped back a few steps.

Zhao Quan's face darkened, and he raised his hand to remove Hairpin's scabbard.

"Bastard! Can you stop me!"

But the sword in Xing Xing's hand did not move an inch, and stood firmly in front of Zhao Quan.

When the guards of Prince Duan's Mansion saw this, they immediately surrounded the carriage, their palms covering the hilt of their swords.

The two sides were at war, and after a long silence, a voice finally sounded.

"Han Xing, let him come up."

As soon as Jiang Lingyi finished speaking, Zan Xing put away his sword and indifferently swept away the guards present.

Seeing her take a step back, Zhao Quan raised his hand to signal everyone to step back, lifted his robe and walked into the carriage step by step.

In the spacious compartment, Jiang Lingyi was sitting in the middle. At this moment, she had already removed her draped hat, her jet-black hair was draped obediently over her shoulders, she was wearing a snow-colored dress, and her slightly blood-colored face revealed a trace of A kind of fragility that is as fragile as glass, but also because of that impeccable appearance that is hard to ignore, it is beautiful and charming.

Zhao Quan's throat moved slightly.

It is true that he has to admit it.

Jiang Lingyi is really stunning.

He frowned slightly, with a look of panic and sadness on his face.

"Lingyi, do you really don't want to see me again?"

Zhao Quan has a good skin, born with a pair of passionate eyes, when he looked at her wanting to talk, the affection in his eyes almost swallowed people.

Jiang Lingyi raised her head slightly, and met those peach blossom eyes, her tone was calm and distant.

"His Royal Highness Duan, today you brought your servants to stop me in front of the prince's mansion, are you not afraid of the criticism from the world?"

"For you, this king is not afraid of anything."

Zhao Quan was affectionate, but Jiang Lingyi frowned tightly.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhao Quan quickly took out a wooden box from his arms, his eyes were reddish, and he looked very sincere.

"Lingyi, I have been preparing for your Jiji gift for a long time, but I have never had the chance to give it to you personally."

Jiang Lingyi looked down, and in that box was a red jadeite hairpin with many treasures, peony, and the body of the hairpin, and that peony flower was even more exquisite.