Lord, the princess is beautiful and fierce

Chapter 1253 Are You?

Chapter 1253 Are You?

Zhong Yihuan and the eldest princess met eyes.

The eldest princess touched her face subconsciously. There were still marks left by the poisoning on her face. Although the murderer was never found, the eldest princess knew that Zhong Yihuan must have done it.

Zhong Yihuan didn't feel guilty at all about this, the one who flirts first is cheap, and if the princess dares to provoke her, she should bear the consequences.

Wei Pingan could almost feel the spark from the collision of the two women.

He decided to look at Zhong Yihuan so that she would not cause trouble.

Of course Zhong Yihuan won't cause trouble now, this is the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Jin, and she is not stupid to cause trouble here, but it's okay not to cause trouble and occasionally make people unhappy.

The eldest princess was talking to Shang Rui, and Shang Rui stared at Wei Pingan in a daze.

The eldest princess looked at Wei Ping'an and said, "That is Wei Jichuan from Dayue, and his father is Wei Congxi.

Shang Rui didn't expect Wei Jichuan to be so handsome, and the eldest princess obviously thought so too.

Shang Rui said: "It's a pity..."

"What a pity?" the princess asked.

Shang Rui said: "It is said that he is a broken sleeve."

The eldest princess was shocked, and turned her head to look at Wei Pingan again, probably because she looked at people with rotten eyes, and the more she looked, the more basic she became.

Wei Pingan originally wanted to look at Zhong Yihuan, but soon he found that the big princess and Shang Rui looked at him in an indescribably strange way.

He looked down, his shoes and clothes were not reversed, what are they staring at him for?
Zhong Yihuan guessed it too, otherwise it would be hard for Wei Ping'an's appearance not to attract people's attention.

"Are you a broken sleeve?" Zhong Yihuan asked seriously, she had been curious for a long time.

Wei Pingan said solemnly, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhong Yihuan said: "Then let me ask another question, are you from the top or the bottom?"

Wei Ping "..."

He knew that Zhong Yihuan was curious, but he just didn't say anything.

Wei Pingan himself doesn't know if he is a broken sleeve. When he was young, he just liked Ming Rui. Later, when he grew up, Ming Rui had a great influence on him. Up to now, he has no idea how to love others.

But this doesn't mean that he is short-sleeved, he will look more at pretty girls when he sees them, but he won't be tempted.

Whether it is a man or a woman, no one can make him tempted.

Wei Pingan felt that he was clearly in his twenties, so why did he live like a little old man?

Zhong Yihuan understood him a little bit, and she patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "It's okay, even if you are the one being crushed, I won't laugh at you. We are still good sisters."

Wei Ping "..."

God damn good sister...

Wei Pingan was angry and funny.

Zhong Yihuan was not as skilled as him, and then she was thrown out like a chicken.

It was indeed thrown out.

Therefore, after Wei Pingan was stamped with a broken sleeve, he was also labeled as having a bad temper, hitting women, and so on.

This kind of wind commentary spreads quickly and widely, and the direct result is that Wei Pingan has changed from a sweet pastry to a dude who is rich and jaded.

So much so that he missed several "good marriages".

When the birthday banquet was halfway through, Murong Di came in person.

Every time there is a private gathering in the harem, Murongdi will come to join in the fun, and he is a very down-to-earth emperor. Occasionally, he will play a game or two with everyone when he encounters a game.

Today is no exception, he is dressed very casually, without the airs of an emperor at all, flirting with the imperial concubine for a while, and then joined the poetry competition organized by who knows
Murong Di raised his prize, and the number of participants instantly increased a lot.

Zhong Yihuan doesn't know how to write poetry, and she has no interest in anything other than medical skills. Things like poetry comparison are a waste of time in her opinion.

(End of this chapter)