Demon King: Peerless Poison Concubine

Prime Minister Zuo Yan wore a somber expression and looked at Murong Yue coldly: "The princess might have difficulty finding some strong men?"

"How could this be? The princess just wants to return what belongs to me. Or, does the prime minister want me to go with the seventh lord?" Murongyue said lazily.

"No need! Within three days. I will deliver things, I just hope that the princess's appetite is big to eat." Zuo Xiangxiang finished with a cold hum. Walk away.

The smile on Mu Rongyue's face was even deeper.

"Unexpected. Prime Minister Zuo Yan was so greedy. Even the glass beads are yours." After the people left, there was a hint of anger in the voice of the seventh prince. Murong Yue is his woman. What's wrong with them for bullying her so much?

When Lord Seven was angrily thinking about how to make Zuo Xiangxiang suffer, he heard his wife saying, "No. These things belong to Murong's family."

"Huh?" Feng Li grimaced.

Then he saw the brilliant smile of Murong Yue: "They hurt me so much. I naturally have to bite them. And if I really had those jewels then, I'm afraid I wouldn't live today. "

Although it is unknown who her missing mother is. But I have to admit it. She is smart. Only one Fengyin was left. Used as an amulet for the original owner. Unfortunately, the original owner failed to understand her mother's meaning. she really thought that she wanted her to marry the Crown prince.

So when I die, I just want to marry the Crown prince. She can survive. But never thought that the people of Murong's family could not let her get married. The emperor may not allow the prince to marry her.

Thinking of this, Murong Yue sighed.

"Glass beads are precious treasures. It is said that the fragrance on the glass beads can make people feel more energetic and relieve fatigue. I don't know how many people want this jewel, you lion open your mouth wide, I'm afraid Zuo Xiangxiang won't agree."

Feng Li frowned slightly.

The so-called glazed beads are nothing in his eyes, but if Murong Yue likes it ... he will naturally plan for her.

"It doesn't matter. What I want most isn't Liulizhu." Murong Yue's eyes had a deeper smile. To say that the original owner was in Murong's house, the only time he was lucky was that he had seen another thing.

The immortal will never take out the glass beads, but it is impossible to give the seven kings a chance to block him in this section, so his only choice is another thing.

That was another item left by the mother of the original owner, which was the dowry brought by her mother when she married with Zuo Xun. The reason she knew about it was because Mrs. Murong showed off her dowry and mocked her mother when she saw nothing.

But unfortunately ... the whole Murong family didn't know anyone about that thing.

It was a real herb a very rare medicinal plant. It is said that when used well, it can make people innocent. How many times better than what is called a purple glass bead! If she wanted it directly, she might not be able to suspect something based on that old immortality, but it was not beautiful.

Moreover, if he really gave her the glass beads, she would still have the means to use it to exchange what she really wanted, which would be safer.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my plan was perfect. There was a smile on Murong Yue's face. This smile was genuine, even with her eyes.

Feng Li looked at Murong Yue, and Tao Hua's eyes rejoiced. Although she didn't know what she was thinking, she looked very interesting like this.

At this moment, only a cough was heard outside the door. Interrupted Murong Yue's reverie, and let Feng Li's face sink.

"Who is there?" Feng Li asked dissatisfied.

The cough outside the door was even louder, and intermittent voices came in: "Unexpectedly, Lord Seven became a pro, and even my friend didn't recognize it, and he really agreed to be light and a friend of the light." People also came in.

Mu Rongyue also asked, looking at him, and saw that the man was a Confucian in a blue shirt, pale, and full of ill health. He was a short-lived ghost in every way.