The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 503 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (53)

The last time Murong Chen exposed the fact that he ran into Ye Wan'er and Duan Feiyang's private meeting at Fengtai Temple, Prime Minister Ye actually didn't want to send an invitation to Murong Chen.

However, the status of the Yongchang Palace is very high. If all the princes and nobles in the capital are invited, but the Yongchang Palace is left alone, it will inevitably appear that Prime Minister Ye is deliberately targeting the Yongchang Palace.

Therefore, Prime Minister Ye had no choice but to send a greeting card to Murong Chen, and at the same time invited King Yongchang and Princess Yongchang.

Prime Minister Ye only hopes that Murong Chen, who has always been aloof and arrogant and does not like to attend such occasions, can refuse this time, as long as King Yongchang and the princess come together. After all, King Yongchang and the concubine are much more peaceful in temperament, and it is unlikely that they will do so. Expose this kind of thing in public.

……

In fact, Murong Chen really didn't want to go, men were not interested in such things, but hearing Su Qinghuan's words at this moment, his handsome brows slightly frowned.

"You want me to attend the engagement banquet of those two?"

"Yes, I would like to ask the prince to do me a small favor. I know that the prince is very skilled in martial arts. At that time, the prince will put the small pills in this medicine bottle into the cup toasted by the newlyweds, and let Duan Feiyang drink it."

"This pill, shouldn't it be highly poisonous like Hedinghong?"

Murong Chen joked.

However, he knew better that if it was such a highly poisonous drug, Su Qinghuan would not let herself release any drug with great fanfare in this situation.

After all, there are many ways to assassinate, why bother to find such a day full of guests and friends, it is too eye-catching.

……

"Don't worry, my son, this medicine is non-toxic. It can even be said that it will not cause any harm to Duan Feiyang's body. It is just a small trick. My son will go to the theater in two months."

After all, ancient times did not have the superb pregnancy testing technology like modern times. Most doctors usually take about a month to check whether they are pregnant or not, at least twenty days.

Su Qinghuan thought with a lot of evil humor, wondering what kind of interesting scene the Duan family will "have more children and more blessings" when the time comes.

"In addition, you don't have to worry about being seen by others. As long as your hand is fast enough, you can cover it with a big sleeve. This pill dissolves in water instantly, and it can disappear completely in the wine glass in just a blink of an eye."

"And Duan Feiyang won't have any abnormal reactions after drinking it."

Seeing Su Qinghuan's excited look, the man stared at the girl's fluttering crimson lips. He had always felt that the girl he was talking to was like a noisy sparrow, but now looking at this "sparrow" in front of him, he felt that he wanted to embrace her. bosom.

The man's throat moved slightly, and there was a faint smile on his face, and the sharp-edged side face was outlined with an unreal halo by the tassel-like golden thread, making it even more handsome and fairy-like.

"I heard you say that, but I'm a little curious about the function of this medicine."

According to what Su Qinghuan said, it didn't do any harm to Duan Feiyang himself. Could it be that he took the medicine and it would have an effect on others instead?

It has to be said that Murong Chen is indeed extremely smart, and Su Qinghuan would be amazed if he knew how fast his mind was turning.

Su Qinghuan cupped her hands respectfully.

"My son, don't ask me to be so clear. This medicine is the only one in this world. It was given to me by an old Taoist priest who traveled all over the world. What effect does it have? Please look at it after two months, my son. You can share it with me." Let's talk about it, and now let the Minnv play tricks."

"Don't you know that it's very annoying to be tricked by others?"

"The prince will never beat a woman."

Su Qinghuan looked at the man with clear eyes. She still felt that a man who beats a woman is always contemptible, oh, except for special circumstances.

"Not necessarily."

The man smiled handsomely. He looked at Su Qinghuan's eccentric expression with dark eyes.

Murong stretched out his hand, and couldn't help flicking it lightly on Su Qinghuan's forehead. A gust of wind blew, and the hair on the girl's forehead flew past Murong Chen's hand. For a moment, both of them were in a daze.

When Su Qinghuan came back to her senses, she saw that a strand of her hair had been entangled on the metal shoulder strap of Murong Chen's clothes.

"...Your hair is entangled, let me untie it for you."

Murong Chen stretched out his hand naturally, wanting to get close to Su Qinghuan.

The distance between the two of them suddenly shortened, Murong Chen estimated to be eight feet tall, standing under the gazebo at this moment, Su Qinghuan only felt that all the sunlight was blocked by him, and there was the light and pleasant smell of the man in his nostrils.

The wicker floats in the air, and not far away are the graceful lotus leaves.

The breeze is coming slowly, the water is calm, and the men and women in the pavilion are so handsome, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are golden boys and jade girls, and they can be painted.

Looking at this picture from a distance is naturally extremely pleasing to the eye, but Su Qinghuan was only in a trance for a second, but quietly clenched her hands.

"My lord, this lock of hair will be entangled if it gets entangled, I'll just break it off."

"Parents whose body, hair and skin are taken care of, why don't you cherish at all?"

The corners of Su Qinghuan's mouth twitched when he heard the words. In modern times, the streets are full of short-haired girls. Oh, there are even a very small number of individual people who like bald heads, especially men.

……

Murong Chen gave Su Qinghuan a disapproving look, and before the girl could speak, he lowered his head, and his big hands with well-articulated bones stroked Su Qinghuan's hair, carefully pushing them away little by little.

The man's warm breath fell on Su Qinghuan's neck.

this distance...

It's a little too close.

An ambiguous atmosphere spread in the air.

Unconsciously, Murong Chen was carefully picking out her hair.

Su Qinghuan's heartbeat was disordered, and she swallowed the sentence that a man should respect himself, whether a man or a woman should kiss each other.

……

Perhaps the most attractive moment of a person is when he concentrates on doing things.

Looking at the man's meticulous look, Su Qinghuan could only compromise in the end.

The man stood in front of her. If someone looked from a distance, they might think that the two of them were embracing affectionately.

By the time Murong Chen pulled out her hair completely, a thin layer of sweat had already seeped from Su Qinghuan's palms.

"Thank you, son."

"Your face is very red."

Murong Chen spoke meaningfully.

Seeing the man's pointed eyes, Su Qinghuan's heart palpitated for two seconds, and she pursed her lips.

"The matter is over, thank you son for your help, Minnv will leave first."

With that said, Su Qinghuan hurriedly prepared to walk out of the gazebo.

It's just that when she was flustered, she didn't notice that there were three steps in the gazebo, and she felt a little empty when she stepped down.

"Be careful--"

Murong Chen let out a low cry, the man quickly supported her, and pulled the girl into his arms.

Feeling the man's generous embrace, Su Qinghuan opened her eyes in a daze. Before she could react, she heard a weak voice from behind.

"That...Brother Ziyu, sister Qinghuan, did I disturb you two?"

(End of this chapter)