The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Miss, wait a minute, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find him, I have to find him."

She has never met such a person, without saying anything, he has already taken away all her soul.

The woman chased after her, and a wicked sneer flashed on the corner of Murong Canghai's lips, and he turned around.

"My lord, that's the daughter of Prime Minister Zuo Song Chengru and Princess Xuanyuan Xuehen, her name is Song Feiyan."

"Lead her to see me." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

No matter what, Song Feiyan never expected to meet him so easily this time.

Her graceful figure walked towards Murong Canghai in the room, the closer she got, the more she felt his cold charm that broke her heart, this cold charm made her heart ache, but she was willing to turn into a moth , without hesitation rushed towards the blazing fire.

"You...I..." She walked in front of him, opened her alluring red lips, and said, "I am Song Feiyan, the daughter of Princess Xuehen, you have come to see my mother before, I know you want to I asked for a copy of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy and painting, but my mother refused, so I brought it here and gave it to you."

She stepped forward and put the calligraphy and painting worth tens of thousands of gold in front of Murong Canghai, like a little girl who was at a loss, standing in front of him waiting for his appreciation.

Murong Canghai squinted at the calligraphy and painting indifferently, the corners of his cold and hard mouth raised slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and said——

"Thank you, I like it very much."

After hearing this, Song Feiyan suddenly raised her head, with uncontrollable excitement flashing across her face, she said——

"Really? That's great, me, as long as you like me." She was attracted by his unique deep and magnetic voice, and she couldn't leave her eyes for a moment.

But Murong Canghai pushed the calligraphy and painting back again, and said, "A gentleman does not take away what others love, since it is Princess Xuehen's beloved, how can I take it for myself, girl, you should take it back, I want you received."

Song Feiyan lowered her head, looked at his hand on the calligraphy and painting, blushed unconsciously, and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as it's what you like, I can get it for you."

After hearing this, Murong Canghai smiled, but his eyes were icy cold, bottomless cold, but Song Feiyan didn't notice it at all, she just thought his smile was for her.

"There is someone I would like to see."

"Who?" she asked nervously.

"You Xiangfu, Su Yueming." He read out her name heavily. Ever since she and the crown prince threw gunpowder at him, he never mentioned her name himself again. feeling out.

Song Feiyan turned pale all of a sudden, "You, do you like her?"

"No, I hate her." His tone sounded cold and hard, without the slightest emotion.

"How much hate?" Song Feiyan stared into his eyes and asked.

Murong Canghai said, "All the words in the world can't describe my hatred for her."

Song Feiyan immediately let go of her heart, and said, "That's great, I hate her too, I hate her to death! You hate the person I hate, which makes me so happy. Don't worry, she fell down this time." , I will definitely avenge you and make her die a miserable death."

He raised his eyes and said, "But this king wants to torture her with his own hands, so that she will never forget it for the rest of her life."

There was an inexplicable chill in Murong Canghai's eyes, which made Song Feiyan tremble all over.