Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

Tobe, ornottobe.

This was originally everyone's choice.

Pei Ruochen was trying to stop her father.

However, Pei Liping still went.

Even if it meant piercing his heart with ten thousand needles, he still had to touch it. It was his dream and desire day and night.

He smiled. Madam Xi still had a calm expression on her face.

What a determined trap.

Or rather, what a terrible deal.

Her lover could not speak, only felt his stomach churning. Martial Lord still tightly hugged her legs, his face still rubbing against her pants as if he was trying to find his master's puppy.

"Martial Lord …" She stopped him in a low voice.

The Martial Lord raised his face and revealed an ingratiating smile, saying: "Madam, I am your Little Wu, Little Wu, and I am called Master Wu. Are you angry at me for calling me Little Wu? "It was Xiao Wu's fault for killing the prisoners of war without permission …"

"Martial Lord …"

Madam, you must be angry with Xiaowu!" "Wuu!" Martial Lord suddenly burst into tears.

Her lover quickly changed her form of address, "Little Wu!"

Only then did Martial Lord break out in tears and smile, continuing to look at her ingratiatingly. He asked darkly: "Madam, do you have any orders?"

"Ugh …" Hailan Xue thought for a bit and said carefully, "He Lan Xue is in the tunnel. You go and bring him out. Treat him well. Is that okay?"

"Madam has ordered Little Wu to go through fire and water. She will not refuse!" Martial Lord jumped up, ignoring everyone else, and went straight into the tunnel.

He had already completely taken his lover as his master.

He had already become a devil, and was unable to release himself.

The people in the room stared at the change in front of them with their mouths agape. It wasn't until Martial Lord's figure disappeared into the cave where his wife had appeared that they turned their attention back to her.

Only Pei Ruochen was still staring at her father like a wooden block.

He Lan Lu suddenly walked over, walked in front of Pei Ruochen, and threw a slap towards her.

"You already have a useless father. Don't tell me you also plan to have no future!"

The shameful actions of his father-in-law had caused Helian Lu to lose face.

Especially since all of this happened in front of Yan Han. He Lan Lu felt that he was especially injured.

After He Lan You dragged his wife out of the room, he accidentally let that silly girl escape. Not long later, he was overtaken by Yan Han. The two of them happened to be in the midst of watching Pei Linfu commit suicide.

And the madness he had before he killed himself.

This made He Lanlian very unhappy and depressed — she could have boasted to Yan Han that her husband was also the son of the Prime Minister, and that his family was illustrious. Moreover, he was young and talented, not inferior to Yan Han at all.

But the truth?

Such a prime minister, such a stunned Pei Ruochen.

She felt very ashamed and angry, and she felt extremely vexed.

A slap flew out viciously.

Pei Ruochen did not avoid the palm and took it head on. Her face, which was originally as white as a sheet of paper, became even paler, and five red finger marks appeared on her cheeks.

Everyone was speechless. Pei Ruochen tilted her head and looked back at He Lan Ran.

His expression didn't change in the slightest.

He was calm and compassionate, as if he was looking at a stranger.

A strange look.

The unfamiliar Pei Ruochen.

He Lan Ran suddenly regretted her actions. She could only proudly support her, forcing her to look straight at Pei Ruochen.

Pei Ruochen lowered her eyes.

He passed her as if he hadn't seen her at all.

He walked over to his lover and knelt in front of his father. Carefully, he pulled out all of the ice needles from Pei Linfu's body one by one.

It was as if he was doing something extremely important.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She turned around and hugged Pei Ruochen fiercely from behind, burying her face in his shoulder as she started to cry.

No one could understand why she was crying.

Of all these people, she was the least important.

But not only did she cry, she was crying very hard. Her tears fell loudly and wet Pei Ruochen's clothes.

Although Pei Ruochen did not turn around, her breathing suddenly became ragged.

Her lover was crying for him.

Because he could no longer cry.

So she wept for him.

When he was not completely dead, she opened that window for him, so that he would not suffocate, so that he would not despair.

Yan Han also understood this.

A trace of gentleness, gentleness, and admiration flashed across Yan Han's face, along with admiration and pity.

He Lan You, on the other hand, felt extremely bored.

She walked over and was about to pull her lover up from the ground, but her hand was stopped by another strong one.

He Lan Lu looked up. It's Yan Han.

Yan Han lightly pushed He Lan You's hand away, then pulled his wife who was crying her heart out. Looking at her tear-stained face, Yan Han's heart palpitated.

He had actually used strength in his hands to carry her on his shoulder.

His little lover was carried by the tall and sturdy Yan Han, just like a little chicken being held by an eagle.

Her cries were broken by her shortness of breath.

"Pei Ruochen, we shall meet again in the future." He left behind these words, then turned around and left.

Leaving at this moment was a show of kindness to Pei Ruochen.

Yan Han knew how to respect an opponent.

The only ones left in the room were the kneeling Pei Ruochen, standing Helian Lu, and lying on the ground, Pei Linpu.

The cemetery of the Lady Breath had not yet been fully opened.

However, the farce had ended its first act.

"Put me down." When Yan Han reached the path, his wife hit him and said in a muffled voice.

Yan Han let her down and looked at her.

"I don't know why, but when you came out of Madam Xi's portrait, I had an illusion: 'My beloved, you and Madam Xi are closely related.'" There must be a connection between the two of you, but I can't guess what it is. " Yan Han looked at her and said with concern, "She didn't get a good result. My beloved, I hope you will never have anything to do with her."

Her lover was at a loss for words.

Is it related to Mrs. Xi?

Maybe.

When she thought of that dream and that hazy and sorrowful figure on the other side of the river, her feathered clothes fluttered. Clearly, she looked like Madam Xi.

However, she couldn't figure out the connection.

If she couldn't figure it out, she usually didn't think about it anymore. In any case, there would always be a day when everything came to fruition.

"Follow me back to the Flame Country. As long as you're by my side, even if there's some sort of connection or curse, I won't let it happen!" Yan Han suddenly said proudly, "You!

and will also be my only woman, and I won't let you suffer even the slightest bit. Is that enough? "

In view of his identity, it was impossible for Yan Han to be conferred the title of 'Yi'. Thus, he could promise that she would be the only one.

This was already a great promise.

Her lover said nothing, but lowered his head in thought.

Seeing her expression, Yan Han added, "When I really have the most power, I will definitely seal you as the last one. But you have to wait for me for a few years. My beloved, I can always do what I say. "

If he held true power, it meant he would take over the imperial court. He would no longer have to fear the attitude of the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom just because of his special status as the person in charge.

— — If one of the concubines of the Roaming King of the Seal the Heavens Dynasty was the leader, the people would probably complain.

She raised her eyes and said softly, "I believe you can do it, but —"

"But what?" Yan Han asked anxiously.

"But I don't want to be the only one for you." Her lover spoke blandly, "Besides, I have already promised someone else. I have already let someone else raise me."

"Is that person He Lan Xue?" Yan Han's handsome eyes narrowed as he looked at her and asked in a low voice.

"It's A Xue." His wife nodded and said, "I don't know if Martial Lord saved him or not …"

"He should have already left." Yan Han did not scold her, but said, "Yi Jian is not guarding the hall, which means he has already left with his master. "My love, he abandoned you once again."

"No." The woman shook her head. "I believe he didn't do it on purpose."

In the tunnel, He Lan Xue's concern for her was real.

Humans were not plants and vegetation, whether or not it was real or fake, as long as they put their heart into it, how could they not feel it?

Yan Han took a deep breath, and looked straight into Yi Ren's eyes, asking him word by word, "Why do you trust him? "My love, do you like him?"

Her lover blinked and replied matter-of-factly, "I believe in you too."

When He Lan Lu framed Yan Han, although the maid was confused about the wounds on He Lan Lu's body, she didn't suspect Yan Han in the slightest.

Believing a person, sometimes, has nothing to do with liking or not liking.

Yan Han heaved a sigh of relief.

It was also when he was relieved that he realized how worried he had been when he had asked that question.

Worried that her lover would unwittingly tell him that she had fallen in love with Heron.

As for a girl like her, it was probably not easy for her to be moved.

As such, although Yan Han's answer was vague, it made him feel slightly at ease.

He and He Lan Xue had the same chance, but what he could give to his lover, He Lan Xue couldn't give.

In addition —

Now, now, at this moment, his wife was beside him.

"No matter what, you will follow me back to the Yan Kingdom first." Yan Han purposely said casually, "He Lan Xue is now an important criminal in the Heavenly Court, her whereabouts will become more and more unpredictable. You are a girl, it will be very difficult to find him. Come back with me first, and I'll send someone to ask about him.

This sentence sounded grand, but Yan Han knew it was obvious: This was a naked seduction.

The poor white rabbit thought for a while and found that it was a good suggestion.

Therefore, she nodded her head, faced upwards and smiled, "I'll always be troubling you."

"You're welcome. I'm happy to be troubled by you." Only then did Yan Han feel completely at ease. He grabbed his wife again and walked outside.

When he passed by the hall, other than some slight footprints, there was no one else. It was as if no one had ever been there.

The sculpture beneath the ground was still the same as before.

As he walked with his wife to the door, Yan Han glanced back: the path was deep, the secrets buried within had not even been discovered.

They had only been bewitched by the surface foppishness for half a day, causing them to go through several life and death situations. However, in the depths of the tomb, the cold laughter of Madam Xi was still there to watch from the sidelines.