Chapter 227: There Are Lovers in the World (2)

I saw Su Wenxuan walking, muttering something, but his voice was so low that no one could hear it clearly, Ye Rui walked forward uneasy, wanted to pull him, but was grabbed by him push away.

"It's so cheap!" The man who stepped on people said disdainfully, and stretched out his hand to pull Ye Rui, "I said, since he is your friend, then you can compensate me on his behalf! I was scared just now !"

Just when his hand was about to pull Ye Rui's clothes, he suddenly felt someone pinch his neck, and he immediately screamed like a pig: "Which bastard, do you want to die?"

The person behind him couldn't help but pull him and drew an arc, and pushed him to the ground.

The man threw a shit on the spot, only to hear him spitting angrily: "Who? Do you want to die?"

But when he turned his head, he saw a luxurious navy blue court dress, on which was embroidered a golden dragon with red eyes and bared teeth. When the man saw it, he immediately trembled with fright and dared not say a word.

"You offend me, are you guilty?" The Eighth Prince said in a deep voice, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

The man immediately got up, knelt on the ground in a panic, and kowtowed fiercely: "My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life, the villain deserves to die, I shouldn't stand in front of the lord, the villain is guilty!"

The Eighth Prince looked at his embarrassing soft-legged shrimp, which was in stark contrast to the arrogance just now, and he looked up at Ye Rui proudly.

I thought she would look at him adoringly, and apologize to him weakly, but when he looked up, he couldn't help being disappointed, ah, that guy Ye Rui had already run away.

"Hmph!" The Eighth Prince snorted angrily.

Still thinking indignantly in his heart: "The only thing I see is her drunken little boy!" The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the Eighth Prince directly ground his teeth and rattled.

He was gnashing his teeth like that, but it scared the man lying on the ground, he kowtowed again and again: "My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare me!"
The Eighth Prince didn't even look at him, and walked straight past him.The man felt a gust of wind blowing over his head, and when he raised his head again, he saw that the Lord Wang Ye was about to leave. Just like that, his legs were weak from fright.

Su Wenxuan wobbled through the crowd just like that, being ruthlessly pushed and shoved by passers-by. The smell of alcohol on his body caused everyone to stare in disgust, but he was still unconscious, stubbornly Follow the team and go forward.

The team went further and further away, but he couldn't keep up. Seeing the red sedan chair disappear into the depths of the palace gate, he finally let out a burst of uncontrollable sobs.

"Crazy!" The person next to him was staggered and sprained, and he couldn't help shouting angrily, pushing him away.

With just this slight blow, Su Wenxuan fell to the ground as if he had lost all his muscles and bones. He seemed to be really tired, and he seemed to be unable to get up at all.

Just like that, he fell on the ground and started to cry. A big man was crying so sadly, like a woman in tears.

The sedan chair that had already gone away seemed to pause for a moment, and the curtain of the sedan chair quietly opened a gap, and a pair of red eyes glanced out, searching and looking back.

It was so far away that I couldn't see anything clearly, only the red, swollen and haggard eyes revealed the sadness of the owner of the eyes.

What is covered under the red hijab is not the happy bride-to-be, but a mournful woman who cries all night.

(End of this chapter)

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