The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 1
When Mo Ziyuan slowly opened her frail eyes, there was a tender green veil caressing her cheeks in the mist, the twilight was slightly cool, and the tassels on the top of her head were hanging down, gently swaying with the wind, a faint The fragrance of orchids swayed into the nose.

'Kang! 'Suddenly heard the sound of opening the door, and immediately heard the rustling of robes and the clinking of rings and pendants.

"Twelve brothers, what's the matter?" A jade-like voice came from inside the room, gentle and flat, but with a faint coolness, like the fusion of ice and snow, clear but with a temperature that is alienating from others.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyuan's body shook violently, and reflexively wanted to stand up, but found that her whole body was so weak that she couldn't even move an inch, and fear kept growing in her heart.

Thinking about it, did he meet the legendary ghost press?Or are you just sleepwalking at the moment?

As soon as she thought of this, she quickly closed her eyes and said silently in her heart: Wake up... wake up...

At this moment, a man in the room said with a clear and cheerful voice: "Brother Seven, a woman surprised my horse today, and I wanted to chop her into pieces, but...she is pretty...I brought it here for you... You fuck up!"

"Nonsense, apart from women, you have nothing serious to do all day long?" The man was enraged by his words, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Twelfth brother, this is an extraordinary period, you and I must not take a wrong step! "

The man smiled charmingly, took the tea cheerfully, and sipped lightly, "Brother Seven, don't be angry, just look at who she looks like?"

Mo Ziyuan felt two gazes sweeping over, her complexion unchanged, she was still dozing, but her ears were pricked up, listening carefully, such real senses told her that she was not in a dream at this moment.

"How is it? Seventh brother! When I first saw it, I thought..." The man looked at him playfully, but saw the man beside him gritted his teeth, and there was an uncontrollable look in his eyes. Anger, like an enraged beast.

The man was finally moved, he carefully debated the thoughts between his eyebrows, and said guiltily: "Is it like the woman in your painting?"

The man looked cold and said indifferently: "What painting?"

The man blinked at him, and said with an evil smile: "It's the one you kept mysteriously in your study, and this woman is more moving than the one in the painting. Who is the woman who guards her body like jade?"

"There has never been such a person..." He said slowly, gritting his teeth and staring, the veins on his neck were bulging, his right hand kept rubbing back and forth on his strong nose, staring at a certain point, as if watching Somewhere far away.

The man knew that he had been completely enraged, so he didn't dare to stay any longer, while he was still contemplating, he quietly retreated to the door, closed the door with lightning speed, and said with a sneer, "Seventh brother, it's a hard night." Short, don't let down the beauty of this beautiful day!"

"Twelfth Brother!" The man's voice was suddenly as cold as ice and wind, and the furious voice showed his displeasure at the moment, but the man outside the room had already flashed his embroidered robe and was submerged in the good wind and night dew.

After a long time, a needle could be heard in the house!Silence, nothing but complete silence.

The cold wind was blowing, but Mo Ziyuan felt that her clothes were icy cold, and the chill poured straight into her heart. She always felt that something was wrong. Although her face was calm and calm, her trembling fingertips leaked the truth of the moment. inner fear.

"Eavesdropping! Does it sound good?" the man suddenly said, his eyebrows and eyes bent like a cunning beast.

Mo Ziyuan came to her senses, turned her eyes to look, and saw the most handsome face she had ever seen in her life, it was a flawless face, her shiny black hair was combed neatly in a bun on top of her head, and she wore a In an exquisite white jade hair crown, the heroic sword eyebrows flying obliquely, the slender and sharp black eyes, the thin and lightly pursed lips, the angular outline, the tall but not rough figure, just like the blue sky in the dark night. Eagle, arrogant and solitary but also arrogant and independent, exudes a strength that disdains the world. With Mo Ziyuan's determination to read countless beautiful men in modern times, the heart can't help but miss a beat.

(End of this chapter)