Prince, Don't Come Over

"Yue ziyue, I heard that your heart had always belonged to me. Now I want to make you queen and share the land. Why don't I? "

If you hear this, you must be very happy. Just, "if I didn't die before, I would promise the Lord, but I have died before. Mu Jiangyuan, I don't like you, even hate you to the bone. Even if all the women in the world are willing to marry you, I, Yue ziyue, will never

Mu Jiangyuan just sneered. Yue ziyue turned her head to see a picture hanging on the wall filled with gauze.

The cold wind lifted the veil of the painting, revealing the person in the painting. The woman in the painting was wearing a blue dress with a Golden Peony on her head. Nose like hanging gall, face like peach blossom. The eyebrows are hidden in the distant mountains, and the eyes are full of autumn water. This painter must be a brilliant hand. He painted the fairy on the paper, but the fairy's face was sad. This was lady Dugu.

Although Yue ziyue's face is similar to her, it is not as good as her. Such a person, not like the earthly color. Even as a woman, she was impressed by her appearance. You can imagine how Madame Dugu surprised Jinling at that time. With such a portrait, we can also understand why Mu Jiangyuan has never seen Meiji before.

Few people in the world, to see such a stunning, will not be impressed by its dumping, from then on, vulgar pink and Dai, no longer into the eye.

Zhao Tinglan and Mrs. Dugu are also seven points similar, so the three daughters are similar to Mrs. Dugu.

Seeing that the curtain of the painting fell, Mu Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and gave away his strength. Yue ziyue took the opportunity to break free and rushed to the side of the painting.

Mujiang is far faster. When Yue ziyue gets the portrait, his hand has already pinched Yue ziyue's neck.

Yue ziyue had some difficulties in speaking, but she had a scornful smile on her face. Although she was relieved, she could still tear a piece of paper. This portrait has been hanging for many years, even if it is mounted with brocade, it is very fragile. Yue ziyue holds the portrait in her hands. "Mu Jiangyuan, let go of me, or I'll tear this painting right away."

With that, the portrait cracked with force.

Even though Mu Jiangyuan was always cold and stern, his face was already filled with fierce anger, and his forehead was full of green tendons. It was inevitable that he would squeeze Yue ziyue's hand hard, and Yue ziyue's hand would tear off a little bit.

"You..."

His hand finally let go, Yue ziyue had fingerprints on her neck. She knelt down, covered her neck, coughed twice, and wiped the foam off her mouth.

"So this is the portrait Wei Shuyu said?" Yue ziyue said, just sitting on the ground, unfolding the portrait and looking at it carefully. From the corner of my eye, I can see the movement of Mojiang yuan.

His hand clenched into a fist, blue veins burst on his forehead, looking at Yue ziyue's eyes with deep anger. He wanted to take over the painting, but he didn't dare to do it easily, for fear of destroying the painting in Yue ziyue's hand.

Yue ziyue finally understands why Mu Jiangyuan sent the broken cream to Shili gallery. It's so cool to have the most important thing to love and destroy it! Looking at Mu Jiangyuan's anger, but he can't attack it. On the contrary, he has to worry all the time. The expression of suffering in his heart is really a way to relieve his hatred!

"This painting should have been a famous master at that time. If it was not a top-notch Chinese artist, it would not have been like this. Isn't it? Mr. Wang Yue ziyue tilts her head and looks at Mu Jiangyuan.

Mojiang yuanqiang held back his anger and calmed down. "This painting was made by Lu Yi, a national artist of Danqing at that time. It took three years and countless manuscripts were discarded before it was finished. Since then, Lu Yi has stopped writing, and no one has been able to do so. "

"Is this painting a rare one?" Yue ziyue has a smile on her face. "If it's ruined, it's a pity."

Mu Jiangyuan tries to calm down his anger and looks at Yue ziyue. "You will return the painting to me, I will let you go, and I will never trouble you again."

"Really?" Yue ziyue looks at him with a smile. Put the picture on your leg. "Mu Jiangyuan, this painting is really your favorite. It's worth so much money. If I promise, you can keep your word?"

"I've got a lot to say." Mu Jiangyuan looked at her with gloomy eyes.

Yue ziyue just gave a scornful smile. "Mujiangyuan, you said to let me go. I haven't said to let you go. I've figured it out. Anyway, Ling you is dead. Although it's meaningless for me to live, it makes you unhappy. I think it's very interesting. "

Yue ziyue said, folding up the picture on her hand. Mujiang yuan just wanted to stop him, but when he saw Yue ziyue's hand exerting force, the painting would tear. The paper was very fragile. Yue ziyue tore it into pieces with a little force.

Mu Jiang Yuan slaps Yue ziyue and flies her out. Yue ziyue bumps into the wall, then falls to the ground heavily and vomites blood.

"Do you want to see Yan MuQing so much?" Mu Jiangyuan looked at her, "I won't let you die so easily. Come on, tell Zhong Liyan to come here. "

The door moved in response to the sound. Within a quarter of an hour, Yue ziyue saw Zhong Liyan come into the room. She can breathe now, but she still vomites blood.

When Zhong Liyan pushes the door in, he is stunned. There is a pile of paper scraps on the ground. Yue ziyue is lying on the ground, and there is a pool of blood in front of her. Mu Jiangyuan is standing in the middle of the room, his face is very blue. Zhong Liyan really feels that he has not come at the right time."Didn't you say you wanted to test? I've got someone for you. " Mu Jiangyuan was very angry and laughed, but his smile was no different from that of Yama mori. Zhong Liyan can't help but tighten the mink skin on his tight body. He goes to Yue ziyue and half kneels down.

"Mr. Wang, I'm afraid Miss Wei's body can't stand the fierce poison." Zhong Liyan's own poison. He knows that Yue ziyue can't hold it like this.

"If you don't want her to try, you can." Said Mu Jiangyuan.

Zhong Liyan looks a little pale and takes out a small porcelain vase from her sleeve. Pour out a pill and feed it to Yue ziyue. He injects real Qi into Yue ziyue's hand in order to promote poison. But when Zhong Liyan presses Yue ziyue's hand, it stings like a needle, as if a needle had been inserted into Yue ziyue's body.

When she took it away, Yue ziyue felt as if there were ants crawling in her blood, flowing into the five zang organs from her limbs, as if biting the internal organs. Yue ziyue was sweating.

"Lord, the poison has broken out. It's just that the pain of ten thousand poisonous insects corroding the heart can't be tolerated by ordinary people." Zhong Liyan said, and could not help looking at Yue ziyue. "The young lady's internal power has been changed. She suffered internal injury just now. I'm afraid she can't endure it."

Mujiang yuan didn't care about her at all. He squatted down and pinched Yue ziyue's chin. Yue ziyue's face was very white, and sweat had appeared on her forehead long ago. She just endured the pain and didn't cry out.

"Yue ziyue, I can't let you die easily."