After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

At the moment Rong Yi was in a daze, the young man who was still in front of him disappeared instantly.

No one could see how he disappeared, Rong Yi only felt a bitterness rushing towards her face, with a cold stern, she shuddered from the cold.

Nothing will happen to Wanniang, right?

She thought.

In the dressing room, the candlestick had been knocked down by the prince.

Fortunately, Zheng Wan saw the opportunity fast and raised his foot to put out the flames, otherwise the palace said he had to go to the water. But in this way, in the small quiet room, only a glazed palace lantern was still on at the entrance.

The bean green gauze covered the faint fire, only illuminating the corner of the door.

"Tame, prince, calm down."

Zheng Wan couldn't run early.

She has been playing with the prince around the table for a long time. The thirteen layers of palace gauze are as thin as cicada wings. They look like a fairy, but they are deadly when they run, especially the pair of pearl shoes on the soles of the feet. Working hard, she was so tired that she was panting, and her legs were like stepping on cotton.

Misfortunes never come singly, the lower abdomen is still there, and every time you take a step, you can feel the gurgling blood underneath.

"Wang Niang, loneliness, loneliness can't be controlled."

The prince blushed so much that he was burning quickly, and what was burning at the same time was his sanity.

In his dim vision, Zheng Wan, wearing a ball of pink gauze, resembled his favorite peach blossom cake when he was a child, with a fragrant fragrance and extremely attractive.

"Tai, prince——" Zheng Wan helped the table to breathe, "Think about your arms and legs, think about your great Liang Guozuo, for generations..."

The prince didn’t have any thoughts. He pulled off his robe and then started pulling on his shirt again, his chest wide open like an eagle, and he leaped forward:

"Wang Niang, you smell so good."

Fragrant ghost, incense.

Zheng Wan had to continue to escape.

Fleeing and smashing, I hope the big movement here can attract people, but strangely, after a long time of trouble, the nearby Yu Linwei and the maidservant are all dead.

She glanced back and saw no one.

When he raised his head again, the prince was already in front of him——

He leaped at her sharply.

Zheng Wan said "Ah", turned and ran back, but it was too late.

As the skirt called the legs of the table to stumble, she stumbled with her left foot and her right foot, and she fell to the ground by the Prince. The cold stone floor and the weight of the adult man caused her to scream in pain--

The prince was screamed and lost his mind.

"Tear it—"

With a sound of cracking silk, Zheng Wan's half of his shoulder was exposed. With this broken pink satin palace gauze, dripping sweat, and horrified eyes, they combined into a beautiful scenery that even men in this world couldn't refuse.

"Prince, be sober-"

But the prince was so sober, his eyes were bloodshot and he lowered his head.

Zheng Wan started to struggle, but her little fist and legs are not enough to be seen. No matter how gentle the prince looks, he was also taught by a martial arts master since he was a child.

After a while, his hands were cut on the top of his head, and the prince bowed his body.

When Cui Wang came in, he saw this scene.

The weak woman like a flower is pressed under her body. Their humerus is overlapped, their wrists are entwined, and the pink satin gauze is entangled with the gold woven python robe. The color of jade and honey are inseparable, and their affection is inexhaustible.

The gate collapsed behind him.

The glass palace lantern in front of the door also went out.

"Cui Wang, isn't it you?"

Zheng Yu yelled suddenly, "Help me!"

She only felt light all over, and the prince who was still heavily pressed flew up like a kite, hit the wall of the clean room, and fell heavily to the ground.

Zheng Wan got up with hands and feet together:

"Cui Wang! Why did you come?"

By the moonlight, she cried and ran to Cui Wang and beat him:

"Why did you come? I'm afraid I'm afraid to die."

There were no lights in the room, only the moonlight came in through the screen windows.

Cui Wang stood in the half-bright and half-dark boundary, looking down at her. The woman's temples were messy and her face was full of tears, as if she was really afraid, and the hand holding his sleeve was still trembling.

Zheng Wan raised his head and noticed the look in his eyes:

"Why look at me like this?"

The prince over there was already clutching his chest and staggering to get up, staggering towards him, calling out: "Wang Niang, Wan Niang..."

Zheng Wan understands.

She looked at him incredulously, with injuries in her eyes: "Cui Wang, don't you think I and him... have heads and tails?"

Cui Wang pursed his mouth and insisted:

"You let him touch you."

"can--"

"Nothing," Cui Wang said, "If he touches you, I will kill him."

"No!" Zheng Wan was so anxious that he grabbed his arm from behind and held on firmly, "I don't allow you to kill him!"

"What do you want?"

"You can't kill anyway!"

Cui Wang's eyes were startled at first, and finally turned into anger. This anger fell on the prince and became a life-killing sword.

With a flick of his finger, there was a long bloodstain on the front of the prince's neck, and red blood gurgled down.

"One."

"Cui Wang, you bastard!"

Zheng Wan was also angry.

When she came to Guishui, her body was not very comfortable. No matter how courageous, she was terrified and terrified after this one. Cui Wang came, and rescued, but only carried the sword to kill.

Her eyes were red, "The prince is innocent. He is asking someone to take medicine. Do you think he looks a little sane?"

"Two ways."

Another sword intent flicked out from Cui Wang's fingertips.

The prince screamed in pain, and finally woke up from the faintness, and found that not only his neck but also his face was tingling.

With one touch, he touched the blood in his hand.

He paled with fright.

"Cui Wang, don't want to continue!"

Zheng Yu tried to wrap his big hand with two hands and didn't tell him to move. "The life of the prince is related to Liang Guozuo, and you should not move him."

"Three ways."

Cui Wang is another shot.

The prince screamed even more miserably this time, touching his left leg and screaming pain.

"Cui Wang!"

Zheng Wan stomped his feet, "The prince is a member of the beam imperial family, with a dragon spirit."

"so what?"

Cui Wangwu turned his head, "He touched you."

Zheng Wan almost laughed at his stubbornness.

In the book, the prince did not pay attention to her. She complained at first, but then she wanted to understand that there were all sorts of fate in life, but it was only choices, and it was useless to complain, but just treat it as a stranger.

Since she is a stranger, she shouldn't have asked her to bear the life of a stranger.

The prince is dying, and he shouldn’t die here. He died in the hands of the furious Cui Wang. She didn’t want the prince to die because of her. The deadly enemy's stunt will not provoke a person with a dragon spirit, and no one knows what the cause and effect will be if it is touched.

Generally speaking, the end will not be great.

Cui Wang has great luck and naturally doesn't care, but Zheng Wan doesn't want to challenge her luck.

After thinking about it, she decided to change it instead of heading to him.

She raised her head and let the tears roll in her eyes, as if she was crying angrily by him: "Cui Wang, I won't let you kill him. Isn't it tight to you?"

"I don't care whether the prince's life is alive or not, but if this affects you, and the cause and effect are in vain, how can he be born?"

"You don't want to kill him, okay?"

After all, the teardrops rolled down onto the back of Cui Wang's hand like pearls.

"Wang Niang, it turns out...you look lonely like this."

The prince suddenly stopped calling pain.

How can the tingling of the body be worth the hurt of words? Look, she doesn't care whether he is dead or not.

In the past, he always thought that even though it was a mistake, the two of them had known each other for many years, and they would not be a husband and wife, and there would always be some friendship.

But who knows, his beloved one actually used his life as a tool to ingratiate himself.

The prince looked at Cui Wang again.

This person has always been aloof. He is a dignified prince of a country, and he has become a marionette in his hand. He cuts a knife when he wants to cut it, and places where he wants to fall. He also assumes a tall and dust-free immortal posture.

Ridiculous, hateful.

Together, this hatred all flowed into the poison with a knife in the body.

"Hahahahahahahaha! It's ridiculous!"

The prince laughed and burst into tears, "A woman's mouth is full of deceptive knives, and knives hurt people's hearts."

"It's just I didn't expect that the honorable Master of the National Normal University would be lonely and happy to be such a woman. When you are down, she will abandon you; when you are soaring, she will turn her head to show good. If one day, you will fall again. When she reached the bottom, she switched to another Gao Zhi!"

"Really, how much is true worth?"

Zheng Wan and Liu's eyebrows pierced:

"The prince said so unreasonable. Between you and me, the one who retired first was you."

"Then Gu will ask you, when you and I made a marriage, did you ever have a true heart for Gu?"

"——Enough, I don’t care about your previous relationship."

Cui Wang interrupted the two suddenly.

With a flick of his sleeve, a sword light whizzed past the room, like lightning and thunder, circled the prince, and then suddenly returned to his sleeve.

"roll."

He looked at the prince coldly.

The prince stared blankly at the ground, where a broken arm fell. Cui Wang's sword was so fast that there was not a drop of blood on the ground. Soon, a sharp pain came out, but he did not dare to scream, gritted his teeth and exited the locker room.

Zheng Wan was stunned:

"Cui Wang, did you break his left arm?"

Cui Wang didn't answer, Zheng Wan looked up subconsciously, only to realize that something shivering was hidden in those cold and deep eyes, cold and hard, sharp and pointed.

It seems that after the prince finished speaking, he kept doing this.

"Cui Wang?" Zheng Wan tilted his head, "What's the matter?"

"I'm watching, your heart."

Zheng Yu seemed to be greatly insulted: "If you believe him, what are you doing with me?"

"Practicing people is not like this!"