The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 15 Close the door and let the dogs go 2
Jian Luo glanced at Qin Yin suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he smiled meaningfully, "I paid 3000 taels to listen to Qin Yin's girl playing the piano. Is this hindering you again?"

Jun Moran looked at Qin Yin beside him, his eyes were full of affection and charming.

Then he said casually: "You can do whatever you want."

After the words fell, he stopped looking at the people waiting in the room, and turned around coolly to leave.

Seeing this, Qin Yin couldn't help feeling anxious, he had to wait until he came to listen to Qin Pavilion, how could he let him go so easily.

Subconsciously, she grabbed Jun Moran's robe.

As soon as I touched it, I saw a figure flash, and the sound of the piano fluttered away like a paper kite with a broken string.

With a 'boom', it hit the white wall of the house, and the body slid down the wall weakly, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of the mouth.

His gaze was still fixed on Jun Moran's back.

There is no complaint, no hatred, but there is a lot of affection that anyone can see.

The strange thing is, seeing this situation, the old bustard just lowered his head quietly. It seems that the sound of the piano is like this and he asked for it.

Jian Luo opened his eyes wide, looking at Qin Yin, and then at Jun Moran.

A doubt suddenly rose in my heart.

what happened?

Did the girl who played the piano offend the man in black?

Even if he is the Seventh Prince, he shouldn't have shot for no reason.

Besides, she could tell that it was not the first day that the Seventh Prince had met this Qinyin girl.

Since there is some friendship, why bother to hurt her so cruelly?
Jun Moran obviously thought this was a very common thing, turned around and looked at Qin Yin coldly, the black clothes further brought out his coldness at the moment.

"Don't forget what the king said to you."

Qin Yin lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Qin Yin dare not."

The voice is as weak as cotton.

People can't help but feel a touch of compassion when they hear it.

But such words have no effect on the man in front of him, he is not affected.

Jian Luo originally planned to ignore it, but seeing Jun Moran being so ruthless, facing a woman who has deep affection for him so hard, it almost dragged her to heaven.

Jian Luo couldn't stand it, so what if he was the Seven Kings?

Is it the prince who regards life as worthless?

Kill if you want to kill, stay if you want to stay?
He stepped forward, blocking the sound of the piano behind him.

Shaking the folding fan again and again, a frivolous smile curled up on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes met Jun Moran's.

(End of this chapter)