My money-loving little lady

At night, Jing Rongyao had a heavy dream. In the dream, she vaguely saw a woman with a similar figure to her. The woman walked slowly in front of her, and Xiao Han's face came into view, and

Xiao Han, who was on the opposite side, directly raised the knife and stabbed himself.

"No!"

"Hoo, ho, ho..." She was woken up and gasped wildly, as if she had been frightened.

"I had such a strange dream, what happened to me?" It took her a long time to regain her composure, and glanced at the faint light coming from the papered window, "It's only been two o'clock... again...

Let's sleep for a while." She sighed, shook her head, and suppressed her uneasiness.

This is the problem caused by soul fusion. The longer time passes, the stronger the control of the dominant soul will be, and the individual soul will be slowly and instinctively obliterated. It will probably not be long before Jing Rongyao's consciousness gradually dissipates.

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At this moment, a row of books is displayed in a dilapidated house. From the furnishings in the house, it can be seen that the owner is a clean and organized person. With the flickering of candlelight, two figures are reflected.

"I heard that your nominal father arranged a marriage for you?"

"Yeah."

"Achen, have you really fallen in love with the woman named Jing Peiyan from the Jing family? Let me tell you, although that woman is pretty good-looking, the Jing family is just relying on the princess's influence to gain power in the court.

There are no generals and no civil servants. Although Cheng Mo has surrendered to us, the matter has not yet come to an end. It is reasonable to take her as a concubine. Your wife must be from a powerful family to help you achieve that.

Something!" Under the candlelight, the man was dressed in black without covering his charming eyes. With this handsome appearance, it was obvious that he was the King of Yan who was currently at the forefront of the court.

The man opposite him, who he called Ah Chen, was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a light green clothes that were a little old, with a dark green ribbon tied around his waist. He had long eyebrows like willows and a body like a jade tree. His cold and thin figure could not be concealed.

His handsomeness even added a lot of pity, and his eyes as dark as black holes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

I saw that he didn't care, and said casually while writing, "I thought you had a unique vision of women than others."

"I didn't do it for you." King Yan gave him a vicious look and said with hatred for iron.

"You are now nesting in this small Su family. Although you will not be discovered for the time being, you will inevitably endure hardships. I have told you a long time ago that if you come to my palace, even if I raise you secretly,

I, Prince Yan, do not lack a ration of food from you."

"It's good for me to live here." Fu Jinchen still looked indifferent, "There are Xuan Zhao and Ling Yun outside, no one will harm me."

"But you and I both know what that stepmother in your house is like! How many obstacles has she caused to you over the years!" King Yan said with some dissatisfaction when he saw that he didn't take it seriously.

"Okay, it's time for you to go back. If you were seen late at night, you might be in trouble."

"Okay, okay, everything you said is right! I'll do whatever you want! But there's one thing you have to listen to me about. You have a special status. You can't just marry a concubine and treat it like a treasure!" Before getting up, he said

Talk about it seriously.

Hearing this, he chuckled first, and then agreed to what he said. After seeing King Yan climb over the wall and leave, he slowly wrote three words on the paper, "The person I want to marry has never been Jing."

Pei Yan."

Then, he extinguished the candle lamp on the table and slowly walked to the bed.