An Qing saw that the fourth prince did not make any rebuttal, but looked at him with interest, curled his lips, took a sip of the tea he handed over, and said: "Since you know the purpose of my coming here and don't stop me, it must be This matter does not harm the owner of this place, and Qingyue Temple is also a well-known temple.
It is also closely related to the royal family.
This master is naturally the royal family.
The court is changing rapidly nowadays, and the adult princes each have their own plans.
If they know the purpose of my coming here, how can they tolerate it, unless it is beneficial to themselves, but very soon.
Obviously not, then there will undoubtedly be only one fourth prince left."
"Wonderful, I didn't expect that my plan would have been seen through a long time ago."
The fourth prince's eyes sparkled with dazzling light, his eyes became enthusiastic when looking at An Qing, and his voice even rose a little higher.
"I haven't seen you for three days in a row.
Aren't you afraid that you are looking in the wrong direction?"
After thinking for a moment, the fourth prince stared at An Qing again and asked earnestly.
An Qing raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with half sarcasm and half praise: "The fourth prince is a talented person, so naturally he needs talents to match him.
If someone comes after him, he has to stop him.
I'm afraid he won't be able to hide his strength for a long time."
The prince's move is just to consider whether my father and daughter, Qiao, are worthy of being accepted into the sect.
Although military power is important, if you have a pig-like teammate because of this, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
"Sure enough, I saw through that day that you used gunpowder from fireworks to put incense candles to scare Mrs.
Linhou.
Didn't you already plan on how to plot against the sister who took your place?"
The fourth prince stood up and took a step forward, his face almost He leaned close to An Qing and watched her speak word by word.
"Of course you have to get back what you owe me.
Is it so easy to take possession of my things?"
An Qing did not panic at all, but narrowed his eyes slightly, with a determined look on his face, without any intention of retreating.
"Okay, it suits my temper.
If things come true, I am willing to take you as my queen."
The fourth prince laughed happily, his face was full of joy, and even his eyes were full of smiles, but An Qing couldn't laugh anymore, she He looked at the fourth prince as if he were a fool, then frowned and said with some difficulty: "I don't care about the wealth of the palace.
I'm just dissatisfied with how the seventh prince and Wang Yarong set up my father and me."
"You don't want to."
Because of being rejected, the fourth prince's smile suddenly shrank.
He stretched out his big palm and stopped An Qing who was about to retreat.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her face to face with him, his eyes There is a string of firelight in the middle.
An Qing turned her head away and bit her lip without saying a word.
The fourth prince pushed her head straight, opened his mouth and took a bite of the soft and red color that was delicious no matter how he looked at it.
He ignored her struggles and caressed her around, not forgetting it when he left.
Licking her extremely red lips, she leaned against An Qing's ear and said firmly: "But you can only be mine."
From then on, in the next half month in Qingyue Nunnery, the four princes would come uninvited every night.
Anqing never got used to it, then became numb, and finally got used to watching the door at night and waiting for people to come, and what he heard most was in his ears.
It's not the plan to seize the throne, but the sentence "you are mine", which made An Qing wonder many times whether he had remembered the plot wrongly.
The agreement between Qiao Yiran and the fourth prince was finally reached, but An Qing was still a little confused.
She didn't know why she was involved with a good person who helped others seize the throne without asking for compensation.
The hustle and bustle of the main street in the capital slowly washed away An Qing's complicated emotions.
She raised the curtain of the sedan chair and peeked out.
She unexpectedly heard many people talking about the upcoming wedding of the Seventh Prince and Wang Yarong.
The smile becomes even brighter tgt ttrgt: