Chapter 331 Where did this witch come from? Eye contact

Chapter 331 Where did this witch come from? Eye contact

The man's figure, which was blocked by the door frame, suddenly appeared in front of Tao Wanyin in its entirety.

Everything else in front of her eyes became dim, and even the light around her seemed to be sucked away by this man.

Zhao Minghong stood in the light, with the anger still on his face, and made eye contact with the person who was staring at him blankly at the bottom of the stairs.

Tao Wanyin was still breathing rapidly and could no longer see anything else.

Her heart finally settled down and no longer hung in the air.

The emperor and Ji Qingwu in the room saw that Prince Yong, who had been chasing Su Fengyue with punches and kicks, suddenly became quiet, as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

Ji Qingwu happened to be standing on the opposite side of the door. He didn't know who Prince Yong had met. After all, even the presence of the emperor couldn't intimidate him.

She curiously stuck her head out to take a look, then immediately retracted it.

It turned out that it was Princess Yong who came.

No wonder Prince Yong was like an arrogant and aggressive lion just now, but now he has calmed down completely. However, he is not completely obedient either. He keeps scratching left and right as if there are fleas on his body.

Zhao Minghong took a step back, and in the dark where Princess Yong couldn't see him, he quickly adjusted the golden crown on his head, and hurriedly patted the shoe prints on his shoulders. Seeing that his clothes were not in order, he wanted to untie his belt and straighten his collar.

Emperor Wu Su glanced coldly at Prince Yong.

Zhao Minghong's body stiffened, and he regained some of his princely dignity.

Ji Qingwu couldn't help but let the smile on his lips grow wider.

Prince Yong had not yet recognized who the strange maid in front of him was, and thought she was a secret agent planted by the Emperor next to Prime Minister Su.

He coughed with his hands behind his back and said to her seriously, "I'm asking you, what's so funny?"

Ji Qingwu then calmed down a little and smiled slightly.

He said loudly: "Your Majesty, it's funny, of course it's because it's funny."

Zhao Minghong pretended to be angry and said, "Do you think you can smile beautifully? Just smile!"

In a flash, a teacup flew towards Prince Yong and hit him squarely on the hair crown he had just tied.

How could celadon be as hard as a gold crown? It shattered on his head in an instant, with broken pieces scattering everywhere.

Zhao Minghong was completely unable to laugh now. He watched with trembling eyes as Emperor Wu Su put his arm around the maid's waist.

He whispered something in her ear, and the smile on her lips immediately disappeared, and she pursed her lips.

Where did this witch come from!

Zhao Minghong had mixed feelings, although he hoped in his heart that his brother would forget about his fifth cousin who had married into the Wei family.

But not long after that, another maid appeared.

He was just sighing with emotion that his royal brother's iron tree had finally blossomed, with flowers blooming one by one, one after another, forming a whole cluster.

Tao Wanyin, who was outside the door, heard the sound of porcelain breaking, and ran in in panic, lifting her skirt.

When she got closer, she finally saw Prince Yong's appearance clearly.

His clothes were dirty, wrinkled and covered in dust, his golden crown was askew, and a few wisps of hair were loose. It was unknown who he had fought with, and it seemed that his hands were seriously injured.

But Tao Wanyin felt that she couldn't take her eyes off his disheveled appearance.

The pair of eyes looking at her were bright and warm, illuminating her heart.

When Zhao Minghong suddenly saw Tao Wanyin walking towards him, his expression instantly changed to a deep one. That deep and affectionate look in his eyes could almost drown someone.

Ji Qingwu couldn't help but glance over and let out a light sigh.

Zhao Minghong's behavior in front of the princess is truly a model of affectionate love.

Her distraction was caught in an instant, a big hand pressed on her delicate neck, and with a little force, he forced her to turn back.

Ji Qingwu lost the right to watch Prince Yong and his wife's flirting, and she muttered to herself.

"Look, it won't cost you any meat."

Zhao Mingyan's fingers turned to pinch her soft cheek flesh and shook it.

Ji Qingwu immediately changed his words: "I won't watch it anymore."

But the soft flesh on her right cheek still lost its sovereignty for a short time.

Ever since Princess Yong ran in front of him, Zhao Minghong no longer paid attention to what was happening around him.

Before he could speak, his eyes turned red, his voice became hoarse, and his throat felt tight and dry, as if it was filled with sand.

Su Fengyue's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.

Even though the old man had been captured and death was waiting for him, Prince Yong still felt that it was not enough to relieve his hatred.

How old was his Wanyin at that time? She was still innocent and naive, and didn't know anything. She didn't know that she would meet him in the future...

Zhao Minghong thought about the past and his wedding night.

He should be more gentle, he shouldn't walk away, he shouldn't let his face be covered with tears, there are so many things he shouldn't do...

Prince Yong really wanted to hold Tao Wanyin's face in his hands, but then he remembered that this hand had touched that old man Su Fengyue.

He put his right hand behind his back, afraid that she would notice something was wrong.

At this time, Zhao Minghong finally understood why the maid said that the evidence to accuse Su Fengyue was insufficient.

A scar that has healed will only be covered in blood if it is opened again.

Such evidence comes at the cost of opening the wound.

Zhao Minghong had thousands of words stuck in his throat, feeling extremely heartbroken.

He struggled for a long time before he managed to utter a word.

"You...how did you get here?"

Only then did Tao Wanyin realize that her behavior was a little inappropriate.

In the middle of the night, he ignored the curfew and broke into the prime minister's residence which was surrounded by black-clad guards. She lowered her head and said, "I am just worried about the prince... Have I delayed the prince from doing his work? I was rash."

Zhao Minghong said: "I don't mean to blame you."

His arms stretched out stiffly, encircling the person, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Tao Wanyin's body also shook.

His hand was patting her back in a soothing manner, the same feeling she remembered her mother giving her when she went to sleep, only softer.

Tao Wanyin half closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them wide.

If she remembered correctly, when she ran in, there were two people standing on the other side of the room, but since they were dressed like servants, she didn't pay much attention to them.

Being so intimate in front of outsiders, Tao Wanyin's face was thin and a slight red appeared behind her ears. She struggled slightly.

Zhao Minghong noticed her unwillingness and immediately let her go, fearing that he would make her feel uncomfortable.

He withdrew his hand so quickly that Tao Wanyin felt dizzy, and the feeling of being cherished disappeared in an instant.

An indescribable reluctance welled up in her heart.

Zhao Minghong's eyes fell on her face. Tao Wanyin took a look and lowered her head. The air at this moment was too silent.

I don't know what the two people over there are doing, and they don't make any sound.

After a while, Tao Wanyin asked softly.

"My Lord, when will you return home?"

Zhao Minghong looked across and coughed lightly, trying to seek Emperor Wu Su's consent.

Only at this time was Ji Qingwu's cheek flesh saved.

Just now, the emperor seemed to treat me as a fun stress-relieving toy, pinching and strumming me and having a lot of fun.

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