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In the back, the son of Jinyi was staggered and helped, looking at Xie Wanqing, and as soon as he spoke, the wine greeted him. "It's really beautiful to look downstairs, it's really beautiful. My son wants to marry you as the fifth concubine. Do you say you are going with me now, or report to the house to let me get a sedan in a few days? Carry you? "

Only then did An'an know that the man saw Xie Wanqing sitting by the window downstairs before running up to the teahouse. He asked his family, but he just wanted to know the family history of Xie. If it was mediocre, he would take it away directly. If he had some head and face, he would find a reason to get married and make him a concubine. Looking at his clothes, his identity should be somewhat honorable. If he touches someone else, he will definitely be able to take it away, but he is unlucky and meets the princess of the day.

Luoxi looked at the master and servants in front of him, and he was very excited.

In the past few years, she has run a lot of times, but she has never seen the legendary evil master. I always want to see it in my heart. I did n’t expect it to happen today, although it is not her but Wanqing that people like. , But does not affect her playfulness.

After thinking for a while, Luoxi replied straightforwardly: "Who will marry you as a concubine! Tell you, our family is a big business!"

An An bowed his head and said nothing, Xie Wanqing looked at each other in confusion, and the son of Jinyi laughed out of the abdomen.

The person in front finally stopped laughing and said, "Tell you, marry our son to be a concubine, but it's really beautiful to you. Since then, the hen has become a phoenix, and it's high up. Follow us! He was about to come to La Xie Wanqing.

Luoxi immediately pulled her back and said, "Don't be a concubine anymore, who are you, is it amazing?"

In this sentence, she touched a few people and laughed again. They laughed, Luoxi thought he was even more laughable.

For a while, Master Jinyi touched his chin and looked at Luoxi, and asked with interest: "Your girl is interesting, why, married? The family's husband makes you weak? Would you like to wait for someone else?"

"Your surname is Yin?"

At this time, Yan Jing, who had been standing in the back without saying a word, finally took a step forward, staring at the young man Jinyi and asked three words briefly.

"Hah, here comes a long eye, yes, the son is the surname Yin." The son of Jin Yi raised his chin, full of energy. Although the man in front of him is more burly than him, he also has a little momentum, but it is expected that in addition to doing business or doing business, he has not put it in his heart, just trying to lift his chin, so that he does not look so short in front of another man .

After listening to this answer, Luoxi was greatly surprised. As he meant, was he a royal? Could it be a little prince or a prince? She looked carefully at the people in front of her, and tried hard to recall the faces she could see when she was doing important things in the palace, but she still had no impression.

"You just said my wife is funny?" Yan Jing asked again.

"Your wife?" Mrs. Jin Yi looked at Luoxi: "It turns out that she is your wife, but it's a good thing. How can I pick two women from the house to change it for you? Why?"

"You ... wanton!" Luoxi's lungs exploded with anger. Unexpectedly, this man came to ** her with such shameless words!

Yan Jing held her shoulder and looked away from Jinyi. He stared straight ahead and slowly said: "Leave."

"Let's open, knowing that our son is a royal and still so ignorant! You can go, leave these two women!" The servant in front of Jinyi son shouted loudly. Unexpectedly, his voice didn't fall, Yan Jing suddenly shot, blocked him with a palm, let him step back a few times, knocked over the stool and fell to the ground.

"Drink! Those who dare to beat me, you guys, give it to me and give him up!" Jin Yizi's drunk face added a little bit of red, shouting to the other two servants on the side .

The two men greeted them immediately, but they were overturned to the ground before Yan Jing's body.

"Young Master, is ... a trainer." The man who had been beaten up stood up and reminded him after standing behind him.

The son of Jinyi glared his teeth, and then lifted the man next to him, "Useless things!" After scolding, he looked back at Yan Jing and said: "The acquaintance, leave the woman, or I will take a good hand back home I copied your home! "

Yan Jing didn't take care of her, pulled Luoxi and walked downstairs, but the son of Jinyi stopped him.

"I'll let you take your wife away, this girl will stay with me!"

Yan Jing said blankly: "Keep away."

Mrs. Jinyi looked at Xie Wanqing and then Yan Jing. Suddenly he didn't smile meaningfully: "The boy is so blessed. This little aunt is also your woman. Now I won't let anyone go. At night, I will let you die ..." "

Yan Jing kicked him on the chest with a foot, and if he swallowed his mouth, he rolled on the ground several times.

"Go back and tell your father what happened today, so that he can be prepared." Yan Jing did not go back to the basement after pulling Luo Xitou.

"Good boy, you, you wait, tonight I will let you kneel in front of me to take your woman!"

Behind him was the scolding of Jinyi's son, and Luoxi roared angrily: "Go back and cut my tongue!"

Yan Jing did not return to her.

An An whispered aside: "Princess, which prince seems to be the son of that man, let's figure it out." The royal relationship is intricate, and even if you want to cut your tongue, you will still pass the empress.

"Yes, you said the father? His father is the prince? Do you know who he is?" Luoxi thought of Yan Jing's last words, and then he looked up and asked him.

Yan Jing stopped and said, "Are you still eating?"

"What to eat, I'm so mad! You tell me who he is, I want the emperor to cut his tongue!"

"Well, then go back." Yan Jing walked towards the carriage parked on the street.

It wasn't until I got into the carriage and fell into the river that I didn't know which prince's son the disgusting son was. I remembered that I had asked this question to Yan Jing, but why didn't she know the answer? He didn't answer?

In the middle of the night, Xie Wanqing was holding the tray in her hand, standing in the flowering wood path, looking at the room only a few steps away from her. The candlelight swaying in the room is Yan Jing's study.

If you don't go, the soup will be cold.

Xie Wanqing took a deep breath and carried Tang to the bright spot of candlelight, standing in front of the study door and knocking on the door.

"Come in."

The low and thick voice of the person in the room gave her a slight shock and immediately tightened the tray in her hand. Take another deep breath, and then gently open the door.

Yan Jing faced her, buried her head in the candlelight, and criticized the chant. Looking down at the eyelids, the high bridge of the nose, the sharp lips ... still the side face when he first saw him. Only now, a dim yellow light was plated on the stern and solemn face, adding a little warmth and softness.

"What's the matter?" Yan Jing asked when he didn't see anyone moving when he pushed the door.

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