Shangguan Qianyu hummed, what did she know?

He threw her in front of the palace gate, but there was a reason. He couldn't go in and out with her. This woman was the daughter of the Yan family and the daughter of the young tutor of the prince. He didn't kill her. He was generous and tolerant enough. She was dissatisfied with him for throwing her in front of the palace gate. He was ungrateful and ungrateful!

He looked at her coldly, and said contemptuously and meanly: "Your words and deeds should be better to restrain me! Are you still in the name of Princess Qinghe, so anxious to attract bees and butterflies? Or is the old love rekindled?"

Yan Qingrui sneered and raised her face slightly: "So what if the old love is rekindled? The prince has the hatred of taking his wife for you, but why are you not to others? Do you think you are heartbroken? Others are also bearing your pain."

If it weren't for Shangguan Qianyu, the original body and Leng Yuyuan might not have had a good result. But now, the original body has disappeared, Leng Yuyuan blames himself in pain. What are the infatuated men and resentful women in the world?

He knew his heartache, what about others? Yan Qingrui was so angry that she was not worth it, and she couldn't help but hurt him.

He only knows his pain, he only knows his sorrow, anger and unwillingness, what about Leng Yuyuan's pain? What about the pain of the original body losing his life to fight?

Shangguan Qianyu's face turned ashen, and his figure shook, and he came to her. Yan Qingrui instinctively wanted to step back and avoid it, but she was still hesitating whether to expose her martial arts skills. After hesitating for a moment, he felt his neck tight, and only his hand like steel strangled her neck.

He tried very hard, so hard that her neck might be pinched at any time. The sudden breaking air and suffocation made her face flush.

Her skin was originally white and tender, and it was as if it was blown apart, but now the blood-congested red color became more and more obvious. His face was above, with clouds covered with clouds, full of resentment, and murderous in his eyes, and he said sternly: "Who promises you to mention her?"

Yan Qingrui was unable to struggle, could not speak, and even had weak and weak body.

Damn it again, are you addicted to pinching someone?

This time I was more forceful than last time, and my neck was the most vulnerable part of the human body. If I pinched it like this, my neck would break and she would die.

Even at such an urgent moment, Yan Qingrui was not panicked. She just stared at Shangguan Qianyu's eyes with her eyes that were gradually losing focus.

The eyes contained anger, depression, sadness, pain, sadness, and fierce murderous aura.

He was so murderous? It was very stupid to reason with a man who was so angry that he lost his mind. Moreover, she couldn't speak now. She gathered all her strength on her fingers and clicked under Shangguan Qianyu's right rib.

Before he touched Shangguan Qianyu's body, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a voice was quick and scared, "Prince, please let my lady go, please let her go, she is already pitiful, don't hurt her."

As he spoke, his small body knelt at Shangguan Qianyu's feet and kept kowtowing.

These calls recalled Shangguan Qianyu's reason. He pushed hard, and Yan Qingrui's whole body was thrown out like a rag bag and fell to the corner of the wall.

The pain spreads rapidly.

Yan Qingrui's eyes were blasting, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. When she fell, her internal organs were vibrating violently. Under this pain, the hatred was particularly obvious.
Chapter completed!