Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

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"No, Princess, Your Royal Highness hurts you so much. What can I do to say sorry to you? Just relax and look at the one over there who came in before you. If you really have anything with Wang Do n’t wait until now, Princess, even if you do n’t believe those women, do n’t you still believe in your heart. ”

Moran is intelligent, and immediately understands Mo Xuetong's thoughts, and whispers in Mo Xuetong's ears.

Mo Xuetong exhaled a breath, exhaled the boredom in her heart, and slowly recovered her mind.

Really, how can she doubt the wind and the wind, how patient he is, and he has never been a fragrant and jealous person. He never even saw Ling Fengyan, the first beauty, let alone this. The big thing about the Jiji in Manchuria is that one Jiji dragged himself, and one went to hook up the wind and dye.

Knowing that nothing would happen, everyone was anxious.

If this story goes out, people will only laugh at her. Besides, she was rectifying the backyard, and she could n’t stand it anymore.

"I'm fine, maybe I just drank the watermelon juice and put more ice in it. It's okay. Don't worry, Mo Ye went to see who Jiji went to Jinwei Pavilion. If it's Lianji, Mingji, take it directly I'm here. If it's Qin Ji, don't touch her first to see how Wang Ye made his way. "

In fact, Mo Xuetong believes that Qin Ji is going there, and she must be put there. None of the Ji Ji in this house is higher than her. As long as she goes, it is only for her to be proud, and only she can go. Under the strength of the wind and the wind, she is not suffocated, and can speak normally.

Looking at Mo Xuetong's rational arrangement, Moran's eyes were reddish and calm, and she was a little bit relieved.

It was slowly getting dark.

The guards at the entrance of Jinwei Pavilion stopped in layers. When Qin Ji was passed in, she was taken to the second floor first.

This was Qin Ji's first visit to Feng Yanran's bedroom, and she was stunned by a glance.

The layers of veil are raised high, and you can see a lot of golden jade porcelain behind the wonderful veil, blue huā dragon pattern bottle decorations, and nine-screen ladies screens. Although Wan Pinghou is also a noble man, he is dyed with the wind. Compared to this, it is not a level at all, and it makes her more excited.

Even though she always promised herself with high esteem, she looked down on the surrounding magpies and always felt that they could not get on the table. This time, she couldn't help but sigh that the wealth of Xuan Wangfu was far from the same level as herself, through the screen. Luo Han, who was behind the curtain of a beautiful lady made of yarn, stepped on the bed, faintly seeing the figure that made her face beat heartily.

It is still the look in memory. The face of the beautiful young man is full of facial features, all beautiful, and all give a stunning feeling. Combined on one face, the evil charm is transparent. With a seductive Junyi, the corners of his lips were slightly bent, revealing a smile-like look, watching Qin Ji being taken to him.

Noble is like a god!

Qin Ji had only one glance, and her nervous heart jumped even more wildly. The face that appeared in front of her day and night in that memory was really in front of her. It was no longer invisible in the dream. Image, this man is the one who can match her. How could anyone in this world deserve him better than himself.

He only seemed to get up, covering his long hair casually, listening to the little eunuch's reply, and only slightly raised his head. He looked at Qin Ji with a smile, with a little interest, as if seeing her on the first day today, his face Show some ridicule.

Nothing like the eyes in memory!

"Bold, why didn't you kneel when you saw Wang Ye," the **** yelled.

Qin Ji was frightened by him, and his legs and feet were involuntarily softened, and he knelt down, respectfully stiffened his head, and inexplicably burst into sorrow.

When he first met, he was a beautiful boy like a huā demon, with beautiful eyes, and good manners, and she was also a beautiful girl and a famous talent in Beijing. If that did n’t happen, he or she would n’t In this end, he became his aunt with some cheap women.

But, otherwise, how could she entangle him!

Her pride of self-esteem, now even she looks down on herself, so since she entered the house, she is like a transparent person, who has never taken the initiative to face Feng Fengran, cold as if approaching Feng Yanran is to her Insult.

And now, she suddenly felt cold, so a big summer, looking at his cold smile, all strange as if at first sight, coldness came from the heart.

"Let her sit." Feng Yanran lazily turned his attention back to his book, no longer concerned about Qin Ji's existence, which made Qin Ji feel a little less stressed and relieved a little.

The **** sent a small sitting cymbal with open branches. Qin Ji suddenly found that the soft satin network that appeared on it turned out to be brocade embroidery. When this embroidery was used in Hou's house, the maiden in the palace once rewarded. I had a mother, and my mother couldn't help it, and said she would give her a dowry when she grows up.

The envy that other sisters saw was all said that this was a good lip service. She would marry a wealthy family in the future and enjoy the true wealth. Who would have thought that it was just a common place to sit in the palace of Xuan Wang? The gorgeous decoration reminds me of my house's lacquered furniture, the old curtain curtains, and the sweltering heat of summer, which is a completely different world here.

Hesitating for a moment, Qin Ji raised her head, didn't sit, Jiao Didi said: "In front of the Lord, Chen Xuan, do not dare to distance, just stand."

She's just a little Jixi, she doesn't even have a name, and there is no place in front of Feng Yanran.

"If you want to stand, just stand." Feng Yanran was also polite, said lightly.

The **** came over and hugged him. Qin Ji wanted to get away but was blocking the way. When she saw the **** coming to the left, she was busy to the right. Then the **** thought the same as her, and the two flashed twice. He didn't turn away. Later, Qin Ji simply stood still, and avoided the little eunuch. Looking at the little eunuch's expression of impatience, Qin Ji said awkwardly, "Master, you are rude."

"It's okay to be rude, just don't miscalculate." Feng Yanran looked up at her, and said lightly, there was no ripple in Junmei's eyes.

Qin Ji didn't expect Feng Ranran to speak like this. Although she was ready to be humiliated, she couldn't help but immediately, her eyes were in tears, and she looked at Feng Raning with anger, pinched her lips twice, bitter Looking at Feng Yanran, he couldn't even speak a word of distress.

"Hurry up and talk about anything. Don't make things up to make everyone look bad. The princess will wait for the king to have dinner."

The tears in the eyes rolled down, condensed on the white jade face, Chu Chu showed some cold posture, and a beautiful image of a grieved beauty was presented in front of the wind and the eyes, and the eyes seemed to be affectionate and sad, just like that He looked at the wind and dyed everything, all in silence.

"No words? No words, just go down, and the king is about to rise." Feng Yanran carelessly threw down the book in his hand, and Junmei's eyes scanned her.

Is this going on? Qin Ji froze for a while and didn't know what to say!

Before coming here, she thought too much, thinking that as long as she pulled her face down, Feng Yanran was different to her, otherwise all the other Ji Huis were assigned by the girl ring in the house, but she brought a girl ring into the house. If it wasn't after entering the house, she consciously was humble and talked to him shamelessly. Whenever she saw him, she was alienated and avoided others, and she is now unknown.

Where does that woman go?

This princess is obviously hers!

In terms of identity, the identity of the eldest daughter of her grand family is far more than that of Mo Xuetong. On the appearance and talent, she is a famous talent in Beijing. Even Ling Fengyan had to drop her body and ask her for advice. Isn't it worthy of Her Royal Highness Xuan? Why, she became an aunt, and the woman became Princess Xuan.

How will she admire!

Seeing the wind and dyeing Junmei with a gloomy look, Qin Ji was full of taste at this time, but she also knew that the opportunity should not be missed ... In any case, she couldn't fail.

Yun Ji was right. If she couldn't catch such an opportunity, she wouldn't have any chance after that.

"Master Wang ..." Qin Jimeng knelt down, lowered her head, which she always thought was so high, ran on her knees, stretched out her arms and hugged the wind and dyed the legs resting on the ground, "Master, you really don't miss the old feelings. Does n’t the Lord remember the day ’s poetry meeting and the harmony of the poems and poems of the body? He has always been unwilling to flatter people. If there is anything offensive to the Lord in the past, please look at the name of the body where he is born. It ’s hard to bow your head ... just spare yourself! "

She began to cry in sorrow, raised her beautiful eyes, and begged to watch the wind and dye, humblely begging for his love. Such a self, Qin Ji herself felt disgusted, but there was no way, she had to Surviving in this house, when she did not have Mo Xuetong in the past, she still felt that Feng Yanran was different to her.

All she wanted was to fold her back!

But she is different. She is a dignified and noble daughter, and she has such a high status. Why should she be so indifferent to her? Why should n’t she go to the palace to ask the emperor to give her a marriage and give her a fair name? Is it a name? Why did she wait for his pet in the house with the cheap women?

But now, it's different. She urgently needs the difference between her and her ...

When Feng Yanran came to Beijing, he also participated in some poetry fairs of noble sons. He met Qin Ji at the poem meeting. At that time, Qin Ji did have a harmony with his poems.

"What do you want?" Feng Yanran's eyes finally fell on her, asking her lazily as she watched.

what do you want?

It was so straightforward, but Qin Ji couldn't answer, and she blushed for a moment, speechless!

"Let's talk about it. What are your intentions? When you are an anxiety in your Xuanwang's house, you come to my king. Doesn't it feel like your king will still suffer from you like before?" Feng Yan Ran asked indifferently, how uncomfortable and embarrassing she seemed to be with the mocking eyes on the little **** on both sides.

His heart was like being stabbed by a needle, and the pain made her breathless, but she trembled with panic. Why did he ask her this way, did he know the truth of the original thing! Or just talking rashly?

"Master, 妾 ... 妾 didn't think at all, 妾 just, just ..." A low cry accompanied her slightly low throat, and that delicate face was filled with hope and unclear feelings, flowing in the pulse In the meantime, it was really affectionate, true love, and self-suffering.

I believe that any man can't bear seeing such a beautiful lady kneeling in front of himself and crying so much.