Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

In the land of women, a woman asking another woman to dance for her like a man is no different from teasing and humiliation.

Although Mu Chenyin did not grow up in the Feng Kingdom, she had been pretending to be a prince in the Qi Kingdom for more than ten years, and she was more or less infected with some masculine femininity.

Otherwise, she would not have been firmly in the upper position until now, leaving Xiao Wanfeng with no advantage at all.

Therefore, when she heard these words from Feng Qiuyan, she couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in her heart. But thinking about the dream last night, she finally suppressed her anger and gritted her teeth and said: "Change the conditions!"

She can dance, but Xiao Wanfeng has never seen it in this life, so why should she dance to her?

Even if...even if she really touched Xiao Wanfeng in her last life because of a misunderstanding and couldn't control the anger in her heart and killed her, she wouldn't dance for her.

Thinking of the dream last night, Mu Chenyin glanced at Feng Qiuyan and couldn't help grinding his teeth!

It's not so much a dream as it is a memory of a past life.

In her previous life, she only realized after she calmed down that the twitchy thing in front of her deliberately created a false impression to make her misunderstand that she had touched Xiao Wanfeng.

The red flame grass on Xiao Wanfeng must have been put on him by this crazy thing.

In her previous life, she might not have understood Feng Qiuyan's purpose of doing this, or why she planned all this misunderstanding and forced her to kill her in the misunderstanding.

They are obviously blood sisters, and can even be called her only friend and confidant.

Now, she may understand a little bit, but thinking about it, she might as well not understand.

This twitchy thing is purely mentally ill, and he even risked his life to test it in his previous life.

The result is great, my life is saved!

She had clearly told her in her previous life that men are like clothes and sisters are like limbs. Hands can be broken and blood can be shed, but clothes cannot be thrown away even after death.

In such a imaginative situation, this twitchy thing deliberately said some words to stimulate her. When she was so angry... she naturally couldn't control it!

What's more, it was another personality of hers that appeared at that time. It would have been nice if she didn't kill the whole family of this brain-twitching thing.

I remember that later on, Jiang Qianqiong committed suicide and was buried for this brain-twitching thing.

It would be false to say that she did not regret her past life. Unfortunately, everyone is dead and it is too late to regret.

Feng Qiuyan didn't expect her to actually dance for her. Although he knew the result, he said in his heart that he had no regrets, which was a lie.

Thinking of her past life, she accidentally saw Ayin dancing under a flower tree for a jealous husband, and she couldn't help but have a hint of darkness and unwillingness flash in her eyes.

Why can Xiao Wanfeng do it but she can't?

She really didn't know what A Yin saw in that man? Apart from a good-looking face, he doesn't even have the tenderness of a man.

From the previous life, this man would always send people to attack her secretly, causing her to get hurt every now and then!

In this life, that man remained stubborn and continued to treat Ayin cruelly behind her back.

If this were in someone else's house, this vicious man would have been divorced long ago!

Feng Qiuyan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, trying not to recall the unpleasant memories of his previous life.

"It's okay if you don't dance. Then call me "Good Princess" and say some nice words to make me happy. As long as I am happy, how about I give you something immediately?"

As she said that, she tossed the white jade box in her hand and looked at Mu Chenyin with raised eyebrows.

In the memory of her previous life, when Ayin was not sick, she would always call her "Second Emperor Sister". She liked to hear her call her "Second Emperor Sister". The clear and beautiful voice could warm people's hearts the most, and it melted like sugar and was sweet. It was so delicious that she couldn't help but want to take a few bites.

When A Yin was ill, her voice was clear and cold, but the occasional hint of softening in the middle was enough to make her have endless aftertaste.