Princess, be nice

Chapter 1

"Miss Yuan, you are too beautiful, I am not good enough for you, let's divorce the engagement."

In April in Pingcheng, spring is late.

A man and a woman stood on the waterside pavilion near the lake in Rongyuanhou's mansion.

Yuan Changhuan squinted his eyes, listened to the straight and straight man's declaration of resignation, and replied quietly: "Is it my fault for being beautiful?"

The wind blows, and the embroidered skirt of the speaking woman flutters, revealing her slender waist without a doubt, but the three inches of fullness on her waist is also impressive.

Further up, there is a beautiful, charming and lively face.

"I don't blame you for being beautiful, but it's your fault to go out and show your face. A few days ago, I saw you swimming in the lake in the north of the city."

Fu Juan raised his eyes indignantly, and what he saw was Yuan Changhuan's pair of peach blossom pupils, the corners of his eyes and the brows were full of attractive spring colors.

Feeling more confident, she pointed at Yuan Changhuan: "Look at you, you are always seducing people, and even if you have a fiancé, you go out to make trouble. Who would dare to marry you if you are a serious person? This marriage, no matter you are the same If you disagree, my Fu family has withdrawn!"

It was rare for this nerd to be stubborn.

Yuan Changhuan, who was born to her, was not frightened, and sneered, "Retire, who do you think you are, as thin as a weak chicken, with a face as white as a ghost, as if infected with a willow disease, this girl is so beautiful, but I don’t want to be a widow early.”

Vicious and mean words spit out from those bright red lips.

"You, are you what a woman should say! What's the use of being beautiful, virtuous and virtuous are the foundation of a woman!"

Hearing Fu Zhuo's angry words, Yuan Changhuan's expression remained unchanged, his already beautiful face froze a little, and he sneered, "It's up to you, how dare you tell me that women are fundamental, do you have roots?" ?”

Yuan Changhuan squinted at him lazily, his enchanting eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, full of irony.

Immediately, Fu Zhuo was so angry that his face turned red to the base of his neck, as if he had seen a ghost, he backed away abruptly, "You...you, you are shameless!"

"Retire today, just wait and see!"

Trembling left a sentence, turned and fled.

Looking at his staggering back, Yuan Chang laughed happily.

Then he took out the small bronze mirror from the jade belt around his waist, and looked at the bronze mirror, but his red lips were slightly raised, "Heh, how dare you despise this girl's beauty just like that."

"This girl's beauty and connotation are beyond the appreciation of ordinary people!"

Miss Yuan, who had been divorced for the seventh time because of her beauty, finished pitying herself, and walked slowly along the Qingshi path.

As soon as he took a step, a clear and pleasant laughter suddenly sounded in his ears.

Miss Yuan's body froze, and her heart was turbulent.

The shameful side just now was seen by others!
Turn around stiffly.

The peach blossoms on both sides are scattered, fascinated by the eyes.

From the depths of the peach blossoms, a person walked out, with an elegant figure, walking slowly like a leisurely stroll, the closer you got, the more clearly Yuan Changhuan could see his appearance.

Her black hair was splashed with ink, her skin was as white as jade, and her handsome and picturesque face was like the work of a master craftsman. Those phoenix eyes, slightly curved, dyed all the mystery and elegance in the world.

Under the sun, the suet white jade hairpin exudes a warm light.

Yuan Changhuan felt a sense of suffocation coming to his face.

It turned out to be a thank you!
In the previous life, the emperor, who was over ten thousand people, had power over the government and the people, and was respected by the emperor, thanked him!

Oh, no, now he is only the eldest son of Prince Yu's Mansion.

"Thank you son..."

Yuan Changhuan sorted out his thoughts in a moment, this is a golden thigh, if he hugged it, wouldn't this life be safe and worry-free.

Nice to think about.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of her with a smile, her brows and eyes glowing brightly, Xie Ci uncontrollably cast his eyes on her fingers caressing her temple hair.

The fibrous hand refers to the root of a green onion.

Xie Ci frowned, and laughed softly, "Miss Yuan is unparalleled in beauty, and she is so beautiful, it is true that the son just now has poor eyesight."

(End of this chapter)