[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

In broad daylight, the door was not even locked.

The Zhao family lost all face.

Zhao Yan pushed open the door with a sullen face, the woman's soft red dress fell to the floor, the bed curtains were filled with the smell of decay, and she never heard anyone coming in from outside.

Zhao Yan pulled Zhao Ming out from the woman's quilt, her fingers trembling in anger, and whipped up the riding whip she was carrying in her sleeve, but in the end she was still not willing to draw Zhao Ming, and the whip fell directly to the half-naked girl. The teenage girl let out a scream, wrapped her body tightly, and shrank in the corner beside the bed.

Zhao Ming got up from the bed in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Yan, "You beat me, let me kill you, anyway, you, Zhao Changning, have no blood or tears, and don't care about blood relationship."

Zhao Yan had already used all her strength for that whip just now, but now she couldn't keep up with her strength, her body became a little limp, she stared at Zhao Ming in a daze, stood up straight, and said coldly, "Go back."

Zhao Ming pouted and said, "I don't have a brother like you."

Zhao Yan glanced at Zhao Ming, her forehead was throbbing with pain, she suddenly sneered, "If I don't go back, I'll burn this damn place right now."

Zhao Ming jumped up, "How dare you!"

Zhao Yan said coolly, "I, Zhao Changning, have no blood or tears, so why not?"

He has been in the court all year round, and he would frown on weekdays, and the people around him would not dare to make a sound. It was the first time he played a serious role in front of Zhao Ming, using the way of officialdom to oppress others, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at him coldly. Zhao Ming seemed to be looking at a dead object.

Zhao Ming was really frightened.Zhao Ming seemed to be really afraid that his elder brother would go crazy and set fire to the drunken red building, so he didn't dare to say another word for a while, gritted his teeth, and there was nothing he could do.

When Rong Ying came out from the next door with a few women in her arms, she saw Zhao Yan walking in front, her footsteps were a little weak, her back was straight, as if nothing could bend her proud back.Few people who come out here to fool around recognize Zhao Yan, only some of the prostitutes around who are attracted by the appearance of her body frequently look over, but they see Mama Lin shaking like a sieve, everyone is fine, so they dare not say more In other words, the few who recognized it would want to goug out their eyes and pretend they didn't see it.

Zhao Ming followed behind like the defeated rooster, disheveled and dejected.

Rong Ying thought of some rumors about Zhao Yan and the late emperor, and smiled meaningfully, presumably it was true.

If he is the first emperor one by one

The Rong family can't touch Zhao Yan, but touching Zhao Yan's lifeblood is enough to make Zhao Yan hurt for a while.

eye for eye?

Rong Ying stretched out her hand and tugged at the skirt of her folded clothes, and tilted her head to take a sip of the wine. There was still a slight faint scent in the air, mixed with the smell of wine, which seemed to be ambiguous and slowly flowing, percolating into the air. Aphrodisiac of bone marrow.

Rong Ying put her arms around the woman beside her, and her hand fell on the woman's slippery neck. She opened and closed her teeth lightly, and the woman let out a cry of pain.

Only Rong Ying knew who that white neck in his mind belonged to at that moment.

There is ample time.

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Zhao Ming was locked in the backyard, and Zhao Yan could hear his brother's yelling in the front hall.

Zhao Yan coughed twice, and the silk handkerchief in her hand was already turning red.He looked at the color on the veil coldly, as if looking at someone else's blood and tears.

Shen Shen's gaze finally landed on the direction of Prince Qin's Mansion hidden in the darkness.

A visitor came to the Palace of Prince Qin today.

The soft sedan was parked at the side, and the greeting cards were anonymous, and the people coming out of the carriage were wearing white cloaks.The people of King Qin's mansion reported to the steward, and the steward reported to King Qin, and only after obtaining permission did they let him in.