Quick time travel female supporting role: the sickly villain is suave and seductive

Chapter 59 Prince, please respect yourself58

Biqing, who was pushed to the side, didn't stop. She slipped and fell to the ground. Looking at the scissors stuck in the snow, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

She was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted to the guards around her: "Why are you still standing there? Stop her! Don't let her hurt the princess!"

The guards came to their senses and hurriedly gathered around and grabbed the British duchess's arm and dragged her back. At this time, they did not care about the distinction between dignity and inferiority.

Lan Shuang coldly shook off the British duchess's wrist and looked down at her almost crazy face, "Send her back to the British duchess's house and ask the British duchess to keep an eye on her. I looked at her and she was a little lost.

If nothing happens in the future, don't let him go. It's a small thing to hurt me. If you hurt the emperor and the empress, even nine lives won't be enough to compensate."

"You're crazy! Uh-huh--"

Seeing that she was about to speak rudely again, the guard quickly covered her mouth and dragged her out.

The British Duke hurried over and happened to hear Lan Shuang's words, "What the princess said is true."

He shouted loudly, and the servants he brought dispersed the crowd of onlookers. The British Duke strode over with a sullen face, glanced at the lady who was sitting on the ground with her hair disheveled and her eyes red, and frowned in disgust, "It's embarrassing.

.”

The British duchess didn't expect him to say that. She opened her eyes angrily and struggled to argue. Unexpectedly, the British duchess only glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, waving to the servant behind him: "Here, please."

Send the lady back to her home, and her yard will be sealed from now on, and she will not be allowed to go out and about at will until she recovers from her illness."

This is equivalent to indefinite house arrest.

The British princess looked at him in disbelief, but the British princess saluted Lan Shuang, "It was my incompetence in discipline that allowed my wife to make such a big mistake, but please take this into account, Princess, because of her old age and lack of sobriety.

Spare her this time."

Lan Shuang looked at him coldly. It was not unreasonable for this man to hold the position of Duke of the country. He was sensible enough and was good at weighing the pros and cons. At this time, he also knew how to say the most beneficial thing and never mentioned that he was his biological father.

Lan Shuang nodded lightly, "Not being sober is a disease, and she needs to be treated well. Please give me more snacks, Duke. Since she didn't really hurt anyone, forget it. I don't want to pursue her, but Prince Ming's Mansion does not welcome her, and she will not be allowed to do so in the future.

She took half a step."

"Yes, I understand. Princess, don't worry."

"Go ahead."

Lan Shuang waved her hand, and the British Duke bowed and stepped back, then turned around and changed his face.

He looked at his carriage with a sinister look, and got up with anger all over him.

Biqing got up from the ground, pulled out the pair of scissors, stretched out her hand to touch the blade, "Hey, it's so sharp, is she really crazy? She actually used this to assassinate the princess? After all, it was the flesh that fell from her body, why?

Can you be so cruel?"

Lan Shuang withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked back to the house, her voice drifting in the wind: "You don't have to be a parent to fulfill your parental responsibilities, nor do you have weak feelings without blood ties. The feelings between people are just subtle and not easy to explain.

It makes sense."

"Some people feel like old friends at first sight, and some people's hair is like new. Who knows?"

Lan Shuang smiled softly, indifferently and mockingly.

888 asked worriedly: "Host, are you okay? I have detected that your mood fluctuates greatly, and you are very depressed now."

Lan Shuang cheered up: "It's okay, it's not that I feel bad, it's the original owner's breath. When the British princess stabbed me with scissors, I was affected by the original owner. At that moment, my heart felt particularly painful, as if someone had thrown her into the air.

I stepped on the ground repeatedly, but the feeling soon disappeared. I think the original owner must have completely given up."

"In the previous life, the original owner also begged so hard, but the door of the British government was always closed. If the door was opened..."

I don't know when it started snowing again. Lan Shuang paused slightly and raised her head. A piece of snow just fell into her right eye. It melted instantly and turned into a drop of water, flowing down the corner of Lan Shuang's eye.

888 added her words: "If the door is opened, I guess the British princess will be equally indifferent, right?"

Lan Shuang tugged at her lips: "Yeah."

She exhaled slowly, and the suffocating feeling dissipated.

"Lan Shuang."

Someone called her, Lan Shuang looked back and saw Prince Ming slowly walking from the other side of the yard, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with red plums, and finally stopped in front of her.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to gently brush away the snow from Lan Shuang's hair, "Is she making trouble? Has she given up this time?"

Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows: "Why do I think you are a little gloating?"

King Ming smiled: "How could it be?"

Lan Shuang looked at his uncontrollable smile and said nothing.

Prince Ming took back his hand and touched his nose: "Okay, a little bit."

Lan Shuang: "???"

Looking at her puzzled eyes, Prince Ming handed her the umbrella in his hand, then took her other hand and walked forward, saying, "I'm not happy because she hurt you. I just feel that after seeing her like this

With such appearance, you should be able to give up completely. Your relatives are not relatives, but this will always be your home. They will betray you, but I will not. Therefore, you can only belong to me. You

There is me and only me.”

King Ming chuckled lightly: "This may sound a bit paranoid and overbearing, but I really think so, and I feel happy because of it. I don't want your emotions to be affected by other irrelevant people, okay?"

Lan Shuang walked silently for a while. When going up the steps, she first stood on the upper step, then turned around and released the umbrella in her hand.

Prince Ming was stunned and was about to reach out to pick it up when Lan Shuang suddenly held his face with both hands, leaned over and kissed him.

The moment their lips and teeth touched each other, Lan Shuang said softly: "You can be more domineering, I can still bear it."

King Ming's eyes suddenly darkened, as if a wild wolf had been aroused. He stared at Lan Shuang faintly, and suddenly raised his hands to hug the person around the waist.

"That's what you said. There's no point in crying and regretting."

Lan Shuang hugged his neck, looking at the snow falling in the garden and the red plum blossoms blooming, her heart calmed down little by little, "If you don't regret it, I won't regret it if I do it."

"Even if I'm wrong, it doesn't matter."

…

The snow falls outside the house like catkins, the cold wind passes by, and the emotions inside the house rise like the tide, and the spring breeze blows on the face.

As for Lan Yuning in the prison, she could only sit in the corner and squeal as the rats scurry around.

The jailer guarding her became impatient, shook his head and rolled his eyes.

The concubine who was locked up in a cell next to her usually had a bloody fight, but here she could actually hold her head and cry.

"I want to see my father, let me see my father!"

King Rong was still complaining, and the commander of the Jin Yiwei came in and laughed sinisterly. He knocked on the iron fence of the prison door with the hilt of his knife, "Shut up, stop yelling, and return the favor to the emperor? You are now a commoner."

Yeah, you don't deserve to call those two words."

"You! When a tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by a dog, you, a little commander of the Jinyi Guards, dare to laugh at me?"

Lan Yuning listened to King Rong's roar across a wall and pulled at her dry and flaky lips.

(End of chapter)