The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 9: Bi Lei has a violent temper

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Chapter 9 is even more grumpy than Ray

"The prince is in the back garden, please, please." The housekeeper Zhou, who was over sixty years old, welcomed these women in with a helpless expression. Yao Mowan walked at the end, and he heard the heavy sigh of Zhou Guanjia.

The architecture of Prince Su’s Mansion is unique, with pavilions, pavilions, pools and waterside pavilions distributed among the willow pine and cypresses, with rockery, bonsai flower beds, and vines and bamboos dotted with it.

Yao Mowan followed the rushing women around the veranda and headed towards the back garden. Is this the first time she has come to Su Prince's Mansion? At that time, the five dragons won the concubine. In order for Ye Hongyi to successfully ascend to the throne, she has stepped on the threshold of Su Prince's Mansion how many times. How stupid she was at that time, she boasted that she had bright eyes, but she couldn't see through Ye Hongyi's heart of the wolf and the leopard.

"It smells so good! Look, it's Prince Su—" The women's ecstasy interrupted Yao Mowan's thoughts. Standing at the end of the veranda, Yao Mowan only felt the scent and all the flowers in his eyes In the center of the garden, there is a wide pavilion with four corners rising from the ground. White marble columns support the main body of the pavilion. The road from the veranda to the pavilion is paved with white jade bricks. The pure gold carved orchids are vivid.

In the wide pavilion, in front of the stone table, the long figure is holding a pen independently, white clothes wins snow, ink hair is light, long eyebrows flying diagonally into the temple, beautiful eyes are as bright as stars, tall noses, but the lips are It looks too pale. Ye Junqing is worthy of being the most beautiful man in the Great Chu. The handsomeness and the flaring temperament of the body seem to be a **** from an ancient painting, who has strayed into this world of Yan Fu, **** and chaotic.

"Peony and the sisters meet with Prince Su." The delicate voice sounded sweet and greasy, and the women stopped in front of the wide pavilion, each squeezing out their best figure, and leaning over to salute.

"Listen, except for this pavilion, wherever you go, it's all gone! Warning, dare to approach the pavilion and be careful of your heads!" A thick voice suddenly sounded. At this moment, Yao Mowan only noticed the night. She knew that the man beside Jun Qing was Ben Lei, Ye Junqing's most relied vanguard.

"Prince Su..." One of the women called out unwillingly, a cold light flashed, and the next second, the bright dagger under the woman's feet plunged into the ground.

"Ah—" When the woman screamed, the others suddenly disappeared.

Yao Mowan was stunned in place, her lips twitched, and she was as the name suggests. This is even more violent than Thunder's temper.

"Come here." Qingyue's voice was like rain hitting the celadon. When Yao Mowan turned around, he heard a soft call. Looking back, Ye Junqing was looking up at him, her eyes like jade, looking forward to the elegance Circulation, such an immortal man, she finally failed.

Walking into Kuoting, Yao Mowan suddenly felt an extremely unfriendly look at her, but she smiled slightly and leaned over to salute.

"I don't know what the prince calls for meditation?" Yao Mowan was humble and not humble, and said quietly.

"Researching ink." Ye Junqing dipped his pen across the inkstone, tracing the scroll on the case carefully, and barely looked up at her again. Yao Mowan got up, walked to the stone table, rolled her sleeves with one hand, held the ink ingot with the other hand, laid the grinding surface flat on the inkstone, and grinds it finely in one direction.

At this moment, Yao Mowan turned her eyes slightly, and just saw that she was a portrait of herself as she walked around in ink and wash. On the scroll, I have beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes, with a green smoked shirt and a pleated skirt. She remembered clearly that this outfit was exactly what she was wearing that night when she was rescued by him. The heart seemed to be blocked by cotton wool, and it was inexplicably painful. It has been so many years, and he is still so persistent.

"Lord! What are you still painting her for! If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have been reduced to this point!" Ben Lei glanced at the picture scroll fiercely and said bitterly. Almost at the same time, Ye Junqing raised her eyes suddenly, as sharp as an eagle in the meantime. Ben Lei choked his throat.

"My lord, my subordinates should not say something, the queen is dead, why should you be so angry! The emperor made it clear that he wants to ruin your reputation, and soon after you get rid of it! As long as you say something, the change of the dynasty is not impossible Possibly." Although Ben Lei has a violent temper, he has a delicate mind, otherwise Ye Junqing would not rely heavily on it.

"She has been for him all her life... This king does not want her to be disappointed..." The soft but not overcast voice rang out, but it sounded like a bell in Yao Mowan's heart.