The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I blinked, and a drop of clear tears came out of the corner of my eye, and I looked at Sima Yang watery: "These people are so pitiful, why don't they find a mountain to hide?"

If you can't kill Sima Yang, you can withdraw from the arena and live in seclusion. Why do you want to take poison so much?

Sima Qing, who was sitting on a chair drinking tea leisurely, spewed out a mouthful of water, and the crystal water drops drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell to the table one after another.

Even the maid who was waiting for orders turned her head away, covering her mouth and laughing so that her shoulders twitched.

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Han, did I say something strange, they actually laughed like this.

There was a faint smile on Sima Yang's face, but he still maintained his demeanor, and finished his words with a gentle face: "Cough! Huiyue, they... are here to assassinate me."

I know this is a very serious assassination!Since it was an assassination, how could they still laugh? (Khan, it seems that I was also sympathizing with the killer just now...)

My small universe erupted in an instant, and I yelled at the maidservants who were full of giggling, "What are you laughing at? Master was assassinated, you are happy, aren't you?"

The maidservants were startled, and all stopped laughing.

The lively scene was once again shrouded in a strong low air pressure because of my words... I even saw Sima Qing's green eyes staring at Sima Qing flash... Ruthless?