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

Along the way, what Feng Po said echoed in Su Yueming's mind——

Xuanyuan Qilin came to Daqin, he must have come prepared to save the prince?Still have other plans.

There was a faint restlessness in the whole of Kyoto, as if something big was about to happen.

She raised her head and looked at the distant sky, the blue velvet-like clouds floating in the air, ethereal and illusory, seemed to be close in front of her eyes, but really out of reach.

"Princess, we're here." Outside the carriage, the voice of the groom pulled her back.

The door of the carriage opened, the groom squatted on the ground, Taxue bowed and stood beside him, and Su Yueming stepped on the groom's back to get off.

"Come."

A cold and charming low voice sounded, a big hand stretched out, she turned her head slightly, and saw Murong Canghai standing in front of him, extending his hand to her, his usually evil and indifferent eyes glowed brightly streamer.

Su Yueming hesitated for a moment, and slowly handed over to him, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he hugged her instead. She was startled, and she couldn't help wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Take you somewhere."

There was a smile on his lips, and with a wave of his hand, his maroon horse galloped towards her immediately. He hugged her, flew up, and sat firmly on the galloping horse.

Behind them, the guards followed closely behind, carrying out careful protection.

"Where are you going?" She was held in his arms, his fiery breath surrounded her tightly, and she felt an inexplicable tension in her heart.

"You'll know when you get there." He clasped his hands tightly, lowered his head, and pressed her lips precisely.

The wind whistled past her ears, her long hair fluttered high and wrapped around his neck.

On this galloping steed, he hugged the cold woman in his arms unrestrainedly, not allowing her to evade in the slightest, he wanted her to surrender completely in his world.

Su Yueming clutched his clothes tightly, her heart was beating very fast, she didn't know if it was because of his embrace or the speed of the gallop.

The flush on her face was like the sunset glow on the other side of the day, which was about to burn.

Looking at Murong Canghai's eyes, he was extremely satisfied, because he liked to see her react because of him, even if it was only a little bit.

The horse finally stopped.

His domineering [口不] finally stopped reluctantly.

Along the way, he never let go of his lips, so intense and full-bodied, at this moment, Su Yueming collapsed into his arms weakly, panting.

"Here we are," he said, looking ahead.

Su Yueming adjusted his breath, turned his head, and followed his line of sight——

Immediately, a magnificent and magnificent palace lay before her eyes.

So beautiful, so spectacular!

I saw that the antique and majestic palace was faintly shrouded in the curling fairy energy. Starting from their feet, the high-quality white jade covered on the ground extended to the inside of the palace, shining with a warm light.

On the four corners of the palace, there are four peacocks carved from sandalwood, and the wall panels are all made of floating window jade carved by craftsmen.

In front of the palace, countless guards were in charge of guarding it day and night. When they saw the master, they all knelt down on one knee and shouted——

"Welcome to the prince, the prince is a thousand years old!"

Majestic and majestic.

In the hall, the maids can also be vaguely seen walking around.