Self-help Strategies for a Femme Fatale

Murong Chen put the person in the carriage, the movement was extremely light, it was tenderness that he didn't even notice.

The space in the car was not small, but Murong Chen looked cramped when he came in.

Liu Yin slowly moved out, and accidentally moved his feet, and exhaled softly, "Ah!"

"It hurts?"

With that, Murong Chen raised her feet, lifted the hem of her skirt up, and wanted to remove her shoes and socks. This action was too bold and frivolous, and Liu Yin was startled.

"Don't." Liu Yin blushed, trying to withdraw his feet.

"Sister, don't move, I will use some massage techniques to relieve the pain."

Liuyin was taken aback by this ‘sister’ call, and he forgot to struggle.

How long has she not heard this "sister"? There is a small shadow in my memory, chasing after her, calling her ‘sister’.

For six years, my sister hasn't changed at all, she is soft-hearted and cheating.

Murong Chen stared deeply at the white jade feet in his hands, slender and petite, as smooth as jade, and the redness and swelling of the ankles was particularly eye-catching, but it did not reduce the beauty, which made people have the urge to hold them in his hands and play with them.

Shy to be seen, with round toes curled inward, Murong Chen turned his head to look at her, Liu Yin's eyes were glowing, and seeing him look over, he muttered embarrassedly: "Itching."

"Well, forbearance is fine."

Murong Chen calmly bluffs people because of ghosts.

His palm was rough, rubbing her feet, causing her to get goose bumps.

This is not like a pair of hands that a pampered prince should have. The hands of Murong Jue, who is three years older than him and who likes to dance with swords and guns, are not even tender.

Thinking of his childhood suffering, Liu Yin felt soft to him, even his eyes softened.

Murong Chen perceives her changes, and the hands on her feet move forward unscrupulously.

This hand is really ugly, not only scarred and bloody, but it is very useful, helping him fight for power and gain the supreme glory.

Grab what you want and grab it. Only in this way can you get what you want. This is Murong Chen's unwavering belief.

Once he wanted to live well, in order to get a little bit of food, he could crawl under the feet of others to learn how to bark, and he didn't care about any abuse.

dignity? Oh, what is this? Can it be eaten, so that he will no longer be awake and go crazy because of hunger? It seems to be impossible, this is really the most useless thing!

Later, his ambition became bigger. He wanted to be a master, not because he was trampled underfoot, but because he was above them and looked down on them. He kept disguising himself and climbing up continuously. Although the process was a bit tortuous, fortunately he succeeded. The feeling was so good that it made his blood boil. It turned out that they used to look at him like this-humble ants.

Now, he seems to have what he wants again.

This girl was the existence he had been looking up to when he was young. He was once filthy and humble to stand beside her as an insult to her because he was unworthy!

However, she has always been his desire.

[Liu Yin: This kid is really good at bluffing people, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, anyone can't help but believe him when he sees it. But you see that his hands are not honest, what can be called Tuina? Yeah, I touched my legs, which is bullying me for innocence. ]

[321: The master quickly scolded him! unacceptable! ]

[Liu Yin is surprised: Why should I scold him? ]

[321: Because he is frivolous about his master. I can't stand it anymore. ] In fact, it's pretty good-looking, let's pack melon seeds.

[Liu Yin: Oh, I like it. ]

321 was shocked. The seeds were scattered. It seemed to understand. The master meant that she liked being touched by him.

"Alright?" The girl's tone was stiff and shy.

Although he is doing massage for her, she always feels wrong.

"Well, okay" Murong Chen reluctantly put down the jade foot, don't worry, she will be scared away.

He asked her deliberately, "Is it better?"

"It's better." The foot still hurts, and it doesn't alleviate at all, but he deliberately lied because he was afraid that he would go to massage her again.

Murong Chen smiled, "That's good, it seems that my technique is still in place."

Liu Yin nodded in agreement, and praised: "Well, yes, your Highness's technique is really good."

The serious look directly amused Murong Chen.

With a big smile, he finally had the wanton of a teenager. It finally made people realize that he was just a teenager about fifteen years old.

Maybe it's his compelling aura, or maybe it's his manners. At first sight, he will ignore his age, because in him, you can't find the frivolousness of a young man.

"What is your highness laughing?" Liu Yin was puzzled.

What is so funny? Is there something on her face? Quietly straightened his waist, took out a handkerchief and wiped his cheeks.

"I'll come." Murong Chen knew that she had misunderstood, so he didn't explain, and directly took out the handkerchief from her hand and wiped her face.

Liu Yin quickly turned his face away, avoiding his touch.

"I'll do it myself."

Everyone has their own vigilance distance, once someone gets too close, it will immediately cause alertness and even make people feel uncomfortable.

The strongest emotional expression of physical touch is that a man who is interested in a woman will want to get close to her.

Murong Chen's willingness to approach her or even touch her is gratifying.

But it is too close, and whether the relationship has reached a corresponding level. This will easily lead to problems, men will be despised, and things that are too easy to obtain, how can they be rare?

Liuyin only wants his heart and love, but he is not playing games with him. He really wants to be led by his nose, for fear that he will not get his heart for eight lifetimes.

Sending Liuyin back to the Palace of the Guardian, Murong Chen returned to the palace.

"Can you tell me?" Murong Chen dipped the ink from the duan inkstone and practiced the calligraphy on the book table.

This is what he has to do every day, and he can calm down while practicing calligraphy.

"Back to your Highness, the concubine Xian is not a serious problem. The imperial physician said that it was caused by overwork. The emperor also visited and felt sorry for the concubine Xian."

Since the queen was abolished, the concubine has been the only one in the house, and the affairs in the harem are basically handled by her, which is similar to the queen, only one name is missing. The fainting caused by hard work this time was also a trick of the harem woman, Murong Chen thought with disdain.

No matter how bad the scene is, it is considered a good show as long as someone joins in.

Oh, his father is soft-hearted, and his ears are softer. He believes whatever others want to show him. Cowardly and incompetent! The only time he was tough was to make him a prince, and it was just a guilty remedy.

The person who came to report the report hesitated and continued: "Today, the eighth prince also went to visit the concubine Xian. He also told the concubine Xian about his marriage, saying that he wanted to marry a lady from the government of the country. The concubine and empress have agreed, saying that she will raise this matter with the emperor the next day."

After speaking, the person felt that the temperature had become colder for no reason.

"Drip", the ink from the nib dripped on the rice paper, and the printing and dyeing was carried out, and the black mass ruined a good character.

It's a pity that the straight-teacher saw it.

"Go on." The man quietly stepped back in relief.

Cheng Fu was waiting on the side, and he also saw that the emotions of His Royal Highness were not right.

He did not dare to bother, bowed his head and watched his nose and his heart.

For a long time, he suddenly heard His Royal Highness ask: "If this palace wants a woman, can I get it?"

"His Royal Highness is joking. Except for His Majesty, the Majesty is the most noble. In the world, which woman does not want to marry a distinguished man like His Royal Highness, who has a gentlemanship and martial arts and a handsome and extraordinary Ruyi Langjun. Which woman does your Highness want Isn't it a matter of words? Countless ladies are afraid that they will be too late to be happy."

"Really?" Murong Chen wasn't quite sure of her thoughts, would she like him like those ladies?

Cheng Fu was surprised by the prince's attitude. He was serious, and he really liked him.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Well, this palace is a prince, no one will refuse this palace. If she doesn't want to grab it, it will be fine. After a long time, she will always like it."

His Royal Highness is really domineering, yes, no matter whether she wants it or not, just grab it, grab it? ! Cheng Fu smiled into chrysanthemum's face suddenly stiff, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, who would the prince grab? The scene that I saw in Xishan suddenly appeared in my mind.

Could it be that one?

That is the person the eighth prince wants to marry, the person who is about to become his Royal Highness's wife!

How this is good.

The words he had just returned to his Highness, now he imagined it as if he encouraged his Highness to grab women from the Eighth Prince.

The minion is guilty!

Chengfu only hoped that His Royal Highness was on his mind for a while, so that he could forget this absurd idea. There are so many women in this world, and there is always better, so don't fight Miss Chu with the Eighth Prince.

The thing that Chengfu prayed in his heart was not fulfilled. Not only did Murong Chen's idea not be dispelled, it became even stronger.

That night, Murong Chen dreamed of Liu Yin again after going to bed.

This is a completely different "sister".