The Prince Wants to Leave His Concubine

She actually didn't want to make this invitation, just for his temperament, she asked herself to be clear. If he was allowed to spare Zong Pu and Bishui this way, he might be spared, but he could not decide what actions would be taken secretly.

Ze Zongpu and the others couldn't offend him, at least they could escape.

Shangguan Jing Hongben kept staring at her, his expression extremely cautious. At this moment, his eyes lighted up, and the corners of his mouth began to smile, nodded, and when he reached forward, he hugged her horizontally, and pressed his face to her face. Posted, "I was going to accompany you, just to deal with things here."

The leader is not hypocritical, although the pain has been temporarily suppressed, but she is tired, and it is not bad for someone to hold it.

Shangguan Jinghong looked at King Ning, "Fifth brother, you can handle the clear water."

King Ning nodded, obviously relieved.

He glanced at Zong Pu again, Zong Pu bowed and apologized.

He whispered: "If you are not my friend."

"I understand, I know you treat me as a friend, otherwise there is no need to do this."

"No next time." He hugged her and walked to the door.

"Master, how do you deal with the slave and maid? Even though the slave is wrong, she still loves you. You are so in love with the leader and don't care about love for many years? Can't you spare the slave and maid once?"

"Leader, I curse you not to die. I curse you..."

The sound of crying and screaming came from behind.

The leader smiled, but time has changed. If it was in the past, Clear Water would have cursed Shen Qingling with fear. But this is just the flowers in the mist and the clear water. You can't see clearly, and I don't know. Even Shangguan Jinghong himself doesn't know who he really loves.

King Ning yelled, and the clear water was still cursing to himself. Shangguan Jinghong turned a deaf ear. Hearing the curse, his face changed, and he looked sideways, and his eyes were cold.

Everyone's complexion also changed. Bi Shui was half-blooded, and Ben cursed wantonly. When he saw it, he was startled, his eyes opened wide, but his mouth was shut.

Bishui failed to understand what Shangguan Jinghong meant just now, but the leader understood, "Since you decided to hand over to King Ning to deal with, I don't know the living sin, but I know you intend to forgive her for this death crime, so why bother to kill her now. "

"You run this time... I won't kill her, it's because of your face, it won't work anymore."

"Spare her again, after all, she has been with you for many years."

"I don't sleep outside the room, can I?"

In the ear, the voice he suddenly pressed made the leader a little stunned. He remembered the scene in Tianshen Village, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

When Shangguan Jinghong received the good news, his heart sank slightly. He didn't want to stay anymore. Now, he just wanted to confirm her. All her feelings and feelings for him.

Then he said: "Fifth brother, send her out of Chaoge, send someone to watch, never step in here again. If she comes back, I will definitely kill her."

Bishui did her own thing once, but this time the responsibility was mostly on Zong Pu. Moreover, because she was Shangguan Jinghong’s general girl, Shangguan Jinghong loved Shen Qingling deeply, considering that Bishui would do it out of jealousy. Many things did not let her intervene when there was a nuisance, everyone knew it well. Of course, Shangguan Jinghongwei and Kungfu are top-notch. From Bishui's point of view, it is just that Shangguan Jinghong feels sorry for her, he didn't let her practice martial arts, and he didn't want her to get involved in danger. Even for the black-robed woman, she thought that Shangguan Jinghong wouldn't let her know, because she meant to take care of her feelings.

At this time, Bishui seemed to understand the past, fixedly looking at Shangguan Jinghong and the leader, his head was blank for a while, and for a while, he wondered what the leader had promised Shangguan Jinghong.

Everyone tightened and breathed a sigh of relief again. After all, they had been in love for many years, but they were thinking about the same problem as Bishui.

The leader suddenly thought that Bishui's involvement with people like them would end here. The boundary between the beginning and the end is not so obvious.

Many things have already begun when you never thought it would begin, just as she came to Chaoge that day; and many things ended suddenly when you never realized it would end, like Clear water.

She was a little sleepy, closed her eyes slightly, Shangguan Jinghong bowed her head and kissed her, hugged her a little closer, and strode away. Behind her, the sob of the clear water came from behind.

She opened her eyes and saw Shen Qingling staring at her with a sneer. Everyone looked back at her, avoiding their gazes out of courtesy, but their expressions were not without seriousness.

She understood their thoughts.

She seems to be able to influence Shangguan Jinghong, but this is not what they expected!

He is the emperor they identified.

An emperor can pet a woman, but it is best not to fall in love with a woman. And this woman is not their approved person.

Although, she doesn't think that there is love between her and him.

*****

"Xiao Yao, thank you."

The people around were waiting to disperse, and Dong Ning was about to leave. Hearing the voice behind her, she said lightly: "If you want to thank you, please thank sister Qiao."

Zong Pu listened to her indifferently. He and Shangguan Jinghong had been friends for many years. Although he knew that Shangguan was shocked and sharp, he might not be able to detect it, but it would not damage the friendship between the two. After Shangguan Jinghong, I did not expect that he would eventually underestimate the weight of the leader in Shangguan Jinghong's heart. Tonight, he almost turned against Shangguan, and his mood was low. At this time Dong Ning was like this again, still suffocating with him, and he was wounded. He was quite heavy, feeling restless, and didn't want to care about Dong Ning anymore, but couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and grabbed Dong Ning's arm, Dong Ning turned around, "Zong Pu, what do you mean?"

Her voice was stern, and everyone looked at them.

Seeing the shocked expressions of his companions, Dong Ning smiled bitterly. He used to be the Tsing Yi in the play between Zong Pu and Shen Qingling. What happened at this time. She saw Shen Qingling's aching eyes and looked over with cold eyes, Yun Jin pulled out his hand from Zong Pu, "Look at Sister Qing."

She finished speaking very quickly, and when she showed her figure, she did not enter the darkness outside the hospital with a light effort.

"Old Zong, what happened to you and Xiaoyao." King Ning frowned and walked over.

Zong Pu didn't return to him, and took out the veil from his arms. The blood on his body stained the veil. It was a little red. He opened it. The candied fruit inside was rotten into a ball and the syrup was mushy.

He picked a piece and put it in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "This thing is bitter, my father, how did you say she loved to eat it before? Still pestering me to buy it for her?"

*****

The bed tent was opened, and Shangguan Jinghong came up with a refreshing suit. Outside the tent, it was the sound of Fang Ming leading the maid to lift the tub out.

She was lying on the inner wall of her face, Shangguan Jinghong put her body in his arms and let her rest on his arm.

His movements are very light, the kind of gentleness like holding a precious porcelain.

He was very careful, even a little tentative.

She turned around slowly, and he suddenly hugged her tightly into his arms like a person who had been trapped in a deep desert for a long time when he saw the water source go to drink.

"Let go, I can't breathe..."

The leader had to protest, and Shangguan Jinghong pulled her away slightly. One arm still ran across her neck and shoulders, tightly around her back, and the other hand slowly rubbed her face, the roughness between the fingers made her skin scorching.

There is still a light candlelight outside the account.

He stared at her, his eyes deep and hot, and his **** was still in a hurry.

So handsome, like a god, and so affectionate.

He looked like a calm man in his thirties with profound experience, but for some reason, with bitterness, anxiety, and careful temptation, but there were some bruises on his face, and he looked like a fifteen or six year old. A vigorous young man who can fight with others.

Face to face like this, their last night...