The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Lin Qingran couldn't wait to see Ming'er's situation, and she spoke like a firecracker, looking at the pale and bewildered Changge, "Don't worry, tell me the situation properly!"

"Yeah!" Changge wiped away tears: "The young master just came back from school and went straight to the study, intending to study hard. The servant was waiting on the side, but the young master wanted to work harder at night and wanted to stay in the study, so he sent the servant away. Go to the inner room to make the bed. As soon as the servant entered the inner room, Xiangqin came over with a food box to serve the young master. Who knew that half of it was used, and suddenly raised his hand to loosen his hair bun, and pulled his clothes, revealing a large piece of hair. Skin, and then quickly threw herself on the young master, but begged sobbingly in her mouth——Young master, you can't do this...you can't do this...Princess, the young master really didn't break Xiangqin's body, it was her The one who framed the young master."

Changge's words were broken, but Lin Qingran's heart was like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, it was clear that Ming'er was framed.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Qingran realized that it was probably Ming'er who had caught someone's attention, and this was a way to smear him. This method—even if Lin Qingran saw it, she thought it couldn't be better.

It's just that Lin Qingran couldn't figure it out, Xiangqin insisted that it was Ming'er who broke her body, how could this be proved?

But no matter what, such a sinister method can indeed ruin Ming'er, and make Ming'er hard to argue.

Lin Qingran never thought of herself as a good person, and she never advertised herself as a kind-hearted person, but she was not ashamed to do such a cruel thing to a half-grown child.

Lin Qingran was furious, and walked like a gust of wind, and just finished speaking, she went to the study.

Before she went in, she heard the cry of "嘤嘱", and Lin Qingxi's voice of persuasion: "Xiangqin, stop crying, if you have something to say, Xiangye will definitely give you an explanation... ..."

Xiangqin didn't buy Lin Qingxi's account, and waved her away with one hand, and rushed to Lin Qingming, who was whipped more than ten times and was injured all over, but stood upright and refused to admit it.

"Master!" Xiangqin's voice was miserable, holding Lin Qingming's ankle firmly: "You can't deny it, you broke my body, you can't deny it, you can't treat me like this...you can't... ..."

Xiangqin cried miserably, making sure that everyone heard her words clearly, and then immediately slammed into the wall without hesitation.

"what!"

Instead of hitting the wall as she expected, her head hit a limp body. When she looked up, she saw Lian Yue's black face without even frowning.

Lin Qingran squatted down, looked at her carefully, and even showed a little appreciation on her expression - determined to die, if Lian Yue didn't move fast enough, the little beauty of Xiangqin's head would explode.

The determination is really great, in order to plot against Ming'er, even his life can be put in it.

"Beast!" Lin Xiangye couldn't help roaring again, shaking the world, and threw the whip in his hand at Lin Qingming again.

Lin Qingran winked, Lianxin shattered the whip on the spot.

Lin Xiangye didn't expect that there would be someone in the Prime Minister's mansion who would dare to do this. He trembled with anger, staring at Lin Qingran angrily: "You evil girl... evil girl..." He waved his big hand: "Come on, take it down for me!" !"

"Don't even think about hurting my sister!" Lin Qingyin happened to come over and immediately stood in front of Lin Qingran.

"Okay, okay... Everyone's wings are stiff, and no one takes my father seriously." Lin Xiangye laughed angrily: "What are you doing? Take them all for me!"

Immediately, a servant with big shoulders and round waist came up, wanting to attack Lin Qingran's three siblings.

Lin Qingxi smiled slowly, the smile was beautiful and gentle, without the slightest attack power.