Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Miss, wait a minute, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find him, I have to find him."

She had never met someone like this before, and she had already sucked all her soul without saying anything.

The woman chased after her, and a wicked sneer flashed across the corner of Murong Canghai's lips and turned around.

"Prince, that is the daughter of the left prime minister Song Chengru and the princess Xuanyuan Xuehen, named Song Feiyan."

"Turn her to see me." He said, closing his eyes.

Song Feiyan never expected that this time she would see him so easily.

Her graceful figure walked towards Murong Canghai in the room. The closer she got, the more she felt the cold beauty that broke her heart. This cold beauty made her heart ached, but she was willing to turn into a moth.

, rushing towards the fiery fire without hesitation.

"You...I..." She walked to him, opened her seductive red lips, and said, "I am Song Feiyan, the daughter of Princess Xuehen. You have come to see my mother before, I know you want to

I'm going to have a painting of Yan Zhenqing, but my mother rejected it. I'm bringing it now and giving it to you."

She walked up and placed the calligraphy and painting worth ten thousand gold in front of Murong Canghai, like a helpless little girl, standing in front of him waiting for his taste.

Murong Canghai glanced at the calligraphy and painting with his squint eyes, his cold and hard mouth raised slightly, and a smile that seemed to be there and nothing, and said—

"Thank you, I like it very much."

After hearing this, Song Feiyan suddenly raised her head, and an undepressed excitement flashed across her face, and said—

"Really? That's great, I, as long as you like it." She was attracted by his unique and low and magnetic voice, and her eyes could not leave her for a moment.

But Murong Canghai pushed the calligraphy and painting back, saying, "A gentleman does not take away what others love. Since it is the thing that Princess Xuehen loves, I will not have the truth to take it for myself. Girl, let's take it back. Your intention is my king.

Already received.”

Song Feiyan lowered her head and looked at his hand on the calligraphy and painting. Her face turned red without realizing it, saying, "What does this matter? As long as it is what you like, I can get anything for you."

Murong Canghai heard this and smiled, but his eyes were clearly cold, so cold that it was not clear. But Song Feiyan didn't notice it at all. She only thought that his smile was blooming for her.

"I have someone who wants to see you."

"Who?" she asked nervously.

"Right Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Yueming." He pronounced her name heavily. Since she and the prince threw down gunpowder at him, he never mentioned her name in person. Now, I can't say it anymore.

The feeling of coming out.

Song Feiyan's face suddenly pale, "You, do you like her?"

"No, I hate her." His tone sounded cold and hard, without any emotion.

"How much hatred is there?" Song Feiyan asked in his eyes.

Murong Canghai said, "All the words in the world cannot describe my hatred for her."

Song Feiyan felt relieved and said, "That's great. I hate her too, I hate her to death! You hate the person I hate, which makes me so happy. Don't worry, she fell this time

, I will definitely avenge you and make her die miserable."

He raised his eyes and said, "But I want to torture her with my own hands so that she will never forget her forever."

Murong Canghai's eyes had an inexplicable chill, which made Song Feiyan tremble for a moment.