After the rebirth, the concubine of the blackened world broke her waist

Just now, when he wanted to touch her but was blocked by her, his heart dropped into an ice cellar at that moment.

The pain made him want to destroy everything, kill people, want...

His eyes darkened, and he tried his best to restrain the fire of sin rushing up from the bottom of his heart.

Bai Liruo patted his back gently, but did not answer him.

She just let him hold her quietly, watching the direction in which Yan Qing took Song Yun away just now.

She believed that Xiao Qihan had never touched her.

Although she didn't care.

"Then let me ask you, how many women have you had?" she asked deliberately.

"One, only you." Xiao Qihan's chin touched her shoulder.

The sound also penetrated into her ears with the heat.

"Really?" She raised her lips.

"Really. I only have Ruoruo, so Ruoruo can only have me." His lips touched her skin.

Bai Liruo raised her lips with satisfaction and looked at the white clouds swimming leisurely in the sky.

The tear mole under the corner of the eye also looks particularly charming.

It's like a bewitching goblin that turns people upside down.

At this time, Bai Liruo did not realize that Xiao Qihan's strong and crazy desire to possess her was hidden in every word he said.

Moreover, this feeling has begun to take root and grow with unstoppable momentum...

"Your Highness." Yan Qing walked into the study and stood in front of Xiao Qihan who was drawing.

He took a glance.

His Highness is drawing a picture of beauty.

Although he only glanced at it, it was not difficult to see that the person in the painting was none other than the Crown Princess.

Being able to recognize people at just one glance is enough to show how advanced the painter's skills are.

A few strokes and a few strokes can outline the facial features of the person in the painting.

However, in the capital, His Highness the Crown Prince is famous for being a waste of both civil and military affairs.

No one knew that His Highness was so good at pen and ink, which was as good as even the best painters on the mainland.

"Is it done?" Xiao Qihan dipped his hand in ink, asked, and then continued to describe the facial features of the woman in the painting.

"It's taken care of." Yan Qing nodded.

Xiao Qihan looked at the woman in the portrait, with a slight smile on his face, "Her life makes Ruoruo jealous..."

But when Yan Qing heard these words, he shuddered all over.

Although His Highness spared the woman's life back then, he made her a tool for Feiyunqi and the guards in the mansion to vent their anger.

And that woman seemed to be enjoying herself very much, not knowing that all this was arranged by His Highness.

At that year, His Highness was only fifteen years old.

Three years have passed, and His Highness has indeed forgotten this woman.

Perhaps the guard in the west courtyard was improper, so she was released today.

But it also cost her her life in advance.

"About her, no one is allowed to mention it to the Crown Princess." Xiao Qihan's voice suddenly deepened, "Remember."

Yan Qing understood that the prince was talking about letting Song Yun work as a prostitute for the guards in the palace and beating her to death with a stick.

"Yes." He said respectfully.

Although she was a woman sent by the emperor, if Xiao Qihan really wanted to kill her, there was a way to do so.

It's just that three years ago he was still young and not as scheming as he is now.

Therefore, the life of a woman given by the emperor was preserved.

After throwing her to the west courtyard and giving her to his guards, he forgot about the existence of this woman.

Wangjing Qingfeng Tower.

"Why is your face hurt? Did Xiao Qihan hit you?" Fu Shaoyang looked at the red mark on Bai Liruo's face, and his tone became cold.