The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Qiu refused, "Master, you don't know, he obviously bumped into it on purpose, this is obviously trying to extort money, 50 taels is too little, and giving her two copper coins is too much for me, I just can't indulge them like this. "

But more and more people came around, and the aunt's playfulness was not ordinary and she left, with a naturally loud voice, she cried and sang, and she could say that the dead were alive.

An Ying and Chunhua Qiuyue were squeezed in the middle, she staggered and almost jumped forward, but luckily a hand pulled her from behind.

An Ying was about to turn around to thank him, but suddenly, her eyes blurred and she passed out.

When Chunhua Qiuyue came back to her senses, there was no shadow of An Ying. [

"Oops, the master is gone! Stop arguing and find someone quickly."

Chun was shocked, and pulled Laqiu, and they were in a panic, rushing through the crowd to find the hostess.

On the other side, the auntie who made trouble slipped through the crowd, but she didn't know where she went.

"Damn it, we fell for it!" Chun just stomped his feet in hatred. There were too many people just now, and no one knew who took the hostess away. At that time, the guard who secretly protected them had already chased An Ying.

Time passed by, An Ying woke up from the scent, and found herself in an elegant wing.

The decoration of the wing room is very simple. A certain woman wrapped in a fiery red robe sits quietly in front of the table, playing with the small teacup in her hand.

An Ying didn't panic as she imagined. Instead, she was secretly happy. Has the villain who wanted to kill her finally appeared?

She subconsciously touched the special pistol in her bosom, and secretly comforted herself: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I have a magic weapon to deal with her.

She slowly sat up from the couch, pretending to be calm, looked at the fiery woman with a smile on her lips, and kept her mouth shut.

Suddenly, a piccolo sounded, and it came from the mouth of the fiery red woman.

The song was very unique, and Anying often played this song in her mind for more than half a month, but she didn't show any abnormalities as usual.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the fiery red woman, and she played the piccolo again to observe An Ying's changes.

An Ying grinned and clapped her hands: "Are you curious now that your flute is not working?"

An Ying has been by Tian Junhao's side for these years, and she has learned nothing else, but she has learned that the aura that belongs to the king is inseparable.