Distressed wife

Chapter 1139 Who dares to tease me? (1)
When Mu Ziyan opened her mouth, the fortune teller had already disappeared. She froze in place, staring at the pitch-black night in front of her, a faint light flashed in her eyes, and she felt her heart was inexplicably blocked.

There are two people in this world who can spy on her identity, one is the grandmother, and the other is the fortune teller. She didn't know the relationship between the Ji family and her, and she didn't expect that the fortune teller would take the initiative to find her , so I didn't care.

It's a pity, now that Leng Hanfeng who inexplicably dreamed of his previous life was added, she felt that things seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

Mu Lingjue and Mu Ziwu were still standing not far away. Seeing Mu Ziyan standing alone, the two cautiously stepped forward and tugged at her sleeve, "Eldest sister."

"En?" Mu Ziyan came back to her senses, looked down at her younger siblings, bent down to hold their hands, "Go back."

"En." Mu Lingjue nodded, took the initiative to hold Mu Ziwu's hand, and then left with Mu Ziyan.

In the post station, Murong Di was drenched all over, naturally unhappy, he waved his hand, killed two attendants, tore off his clothes, and got into the bathtub.

Outside, a woman in a goose-yellow dress came in, and did not come out until Murong Di was dressed properly again. Due to the transpiration of the water mist, her already fair face was now rosy and tender, and I don't know who he is. No matter how it looks, this skin is more delicate than that of a woman.

Dressed in a dark yellow robe, with a jade belt around her waist, her black hair was loosely draped behind her back because it was still a little dry, and a gust of breeze blew, which made her feel a little more beautiful.

When he saw the woman in front of him, he just glanced lightly, and then he casually leaned on the soft couch. When he was lazy, how could there be such a proud and charming girl in front of Mu Ziyan in Muhou Mansion? Qi, the whole person seems to be shrouded in shadow, and he can't see his true face clearly.

"Miss Huang, do you have something to say?" Murong Di half-closed his eyes, with a hint of bewilderment, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and said coldly.

"The prince is going to Muhou's mansion tonight, why?" The goose-yellow woman turned her eyes and walked up to the armchair opposite him to sit down, looking up at him.

"Naturally, go and have a look." Murong Di stared at the bright red red agate glazed cup on the side, the ghostly red reflected on his fair and tender face, instead gave birth to a somewhat seductive look.

This person is too wicked.

"Prince, Mu Ziyan is like poison, you should not approach it curiously, otherwise, you will end up dead without a place to bury yourself." The goose-yellow woman narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Really?" Murong Di sneered, and said indifferently, "Of course I know why Miss Huang said that, she moved your people."

"It's good that you know." The goose-yellow woman said lightly, "She... as long as she falls into my hands, I will let her live or die."

"Sister Huang, the prey I have set my sights on, I am the only one who can decide her life or death." Murong Di's smile became brighter and brighter, but there was something strange about it that people couldn't see.

The goose-yellow woman sneered, "The prince and I will each rely on our own abilities."

"Whatever." Murong Di raised his eyebrows, obviously not paying attention to her threat at all.

The goose-yellow woman snorted coldly, turned around and left abruptly.

A figure suddenly landed, then raised the bamboo board in his hand and knocked it on his head, "You brat who doesn't live up to expectations."

Murong Di cherished his appearance very much, when his forehead was knocked like this, he immediately jumped up, took the bronze mirror and looked at it carefully, it was better not to look at it, he jumped when he saw it.

"Old and strange, how did I provoke you? Look, I'm disfigured." Murong Di looked like a mischievous brat instead of looking at the goose-yellow woman just now.

"Pretend..." Shen Suanzi snorted coldly and said nonchalantly.

"What am I pretending to be?" Murong Di held his forehead in distress, turned around and took out the cold ointment from the box beside him, and wiped it carefully.

Immediately, Shen Suanzi occupied his place, leaning on the side, humming a little tune with his legs crossed, how could he look two hundred years old?

Murong Di watched the red and swollen area gradually dissipate a little, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would be able to restore his handsome appearance early in the morning, a smile appeared on his face, and when he turned around, he saw the fortune teller The son lay quite comfortable there.

He snorted coldly, then got up and sat in another place, then said, "That girl is married, I'm not interested in a married man."

"Really?" The fortune-teller raised his eyebrows and said, "If you're not interested, you've already done something to her just now, so you can't tolerate being teased by her a few times."

"Who was being teased?" Murong Di still did not forget to rub his forehead, looking at the fortune teller with a resentful expression.

"Really?" The fortune teller snorted twice, "I brought you up with my own hands, so I don't know what's going on in your heart?"

"I said...you are weird, please forgive me." Murong Di immediately got up and bowed respectfully, "Don't ask me for such a life-threatening matter."

"It's a beautiful thing to be gentle and soft." The fortune teller said lightly, "That girl, I thought of helping her because I looked at her poorly, and you happen to be the most suitable one. If you don't want to, then The girl is afraid..."

"She's pitiful?" The corner of Murong Di's mouth twitched, "That domineering look, with a black-hearted posture, how can she be pitiful?"

"You don't know." The fortune teller narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's not easy for her to live."

"I really don't understand." Murong Di really didn't understand. He was forced by his father to come to Dayan, and he didn't know what was wrong with his imperial sister. She fell in love with a cunning person. Then she became jealous, and now she is thinking of ways to deal with Mu Ziyan.

The fortune teller really can't say much. Only he and the old woman of the Ji family know about this matter in this world. As the saying goes, secrets must not be revealed, so he can only make up for it as much as possible. Who made him owe that old woman?What's more, it's really not easy for this girl.

"You brat, you just have to do what I say, otherwise, your face..." the fortune teller opened his eyes, looked directly at Murong Di and said.

Murong Di hastened to protect his flawless face, and stared at Shen Suanzi with a pair of dark eyes. Is it easy for him to grow up like this?No matter what he said, he can't let this old eccentric be destroyed. In this world, there are two things he fears most, one is the old eccentric in front of him, and the other is his father. It was indeed crawled out of the queen mother's stomach, he even doubted whether he was born by his father, how could he treat him half as bad as his little brother?
Seeing that his eyes were full of sorrow, Shen Shunzi knew that he would not disobey him, so he stood up with satisfaction, "Okay, I will watch you."

(End of this chapter)