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

While chanting, she felt that the surroundings were quiet, and when the drums stopped and the strings were changed, it seemed that her voice became more penetrating.

Can you be quiet?This is a love poem describing the private meeting between a woman and a man. According to this poem, the woman in the poem and the second prince may already have a physical relationship, which is a serious crime.

What is the most important thing in a daughter's house, isn't it just such an illusory reputation and chastity?

No matter who it is, even if it is the golden branches and jade leaves of the royal family, it will not tolerate such a little thing.

Everyone couldn't help but shuddered coldly, some kind-hearted, felt that Dugu Lin was too careless, such a big matter related to a woman's reputation, how could he bring the handkerchief with him, this is not intentional to make someone's daughter make a fool of herself ?

Lin Qingran noticed Princess Qingyun's gaze just now, felt the engraved hatred in it, and lowered her eyes to cover up her emotions.

Princess Qingyun seemed to feel that the erotic words had stained her noble mouth, and refused to read on, but the emperor asked: "Second brother, which confidante gave you this silk handkerchief that fell out of your sleeve?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Dugu Lin.

Dugu Lin glanced at Lin Qingran, but kept silent, as if he was very embarrassed, just such a glance, but it made people think about it.

Xu Changqing's heart was agitated by such a move by Dugulin - the substitute, the silk handkerchief that fell out of Dugulin's sleeve, Princess Huizhen's false ignorance, Princess Qingyun's sinister gaze, the emperor's repeated questioning, Plus Dugulin's thoughts on Xiaoran...

Xiaoran!

He frowned, his hands trembled suddenly, and he looked at Yun Zheng quickly, but he saw him drinking with downcast eyes, unable to see the emotion in his eyes.

The tense heartstrings were slightly loosened, and he brought the wine glass to his lips, took a sip indifferently, and when he let go of his hand again, there was a crisp sound, the wine glass shattered into several pieces, scattered messily on the table: If Dugu Lin I can't spit out ivory, and he doesn't mind knocking out his teeth.

The emperor seemed impatient, his brows were furrowed, and he murmured: "Second brother, who is it?"

The ten-mile-long bridge, the night sky is quiet, and there are a few nightingales occasionally, which is particularly out of place in such a quiet atmosphere.

Dugu Lin looked at the girl in the night, with her soft hair and curly figure, he felt a sense of plundering pleasure, as long as he uttered her name, this girl would be his woman from now on.

Princess Qingyun tightly held the hand hidden in her sleeve, and looked at Dugu Lin with a tense and focused expression. The victory or defeat is determined by one action. Whether it is prosperity and wealth all the way to the end, or becomes a concubine of the second prince's mansion , tonight.Why, why did her daughter end up like that, but this damn little bitch could have such a good life?She will never allow it, never...

She looked at Si Pa who was embroidered with poems, her eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake, triumphant and cruel.

Dugu Lin swallowed his saliva, and was just about to speak, to speak out the pre-arranged words, but who knew that he suddenly heard Princess Qingyun's "Ah", and seemed to be shocked in every way.

The emperor glared at her, a little blaming her for not knowing the seriousness, and making trouble at this time, but he still asked: "Qing Yun, why are you exclaiming?"

Princess Qingyun pointed at Sipa, with a confused look on her face: "This inscription...the inscription..." is not the word light dyeing at all!

How could this happen? It's not about planting Lin Qingran, a little slut, and making her lose face in full view. Given the solid evidence, she can only be a side concubine even if she is the imperial concubine. Became a concubine, and from then on, she was as low as grass and trampled on at will.

But why is the inscription so light?