The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 503 A business woman who was murdered for money (53)

  The last time Murong Chen revealed that he met Ye Wan'er and Duan Feiyang in a private meeting at Fengtai Temple, Prime Minister Ye didn't really want to post an invitation to Murong Chen.

  However, the status of the Yongchang Palace is extremely high. If all the princes and nobles in the capital have invited them, but only miss the Yongchang Palace, it will inevitably appear that Prime Minister Ye is deliberately targeting the Yongchang Palace.

   Therefore, Prime Minister Ye had to send a greeting message to Murong Chen, and at the same time invited Yongchang Wang and Yongchang Princess.

Prime Minister Ye only hopes that Murong Chen has always been lonely and arrogant and does not like to attend such occasions. This time he can also refuse. As long as Yongchang and Princess come together, it will be fine. After all, Yongchang and Princess are much more peaceful, and it is impossible to do it. Expose this kind of thing in public.

  ……

  In fact, Murong Chen really didn't want to go. The man was not interested in this kind of thing, but at the moment he heard Su Qinghuan's words, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

   "Do you want me to attend the wedding banquet of those two?"

  "Yes, I would like to ask Shizi to do me a little favor. I know Shizi's martial arts is profound. Then Shizi will put the small pills in this medicine bottle into the newcomer's toasting cup and let Duan Feiyang drink it."

  "This pill, shouldn't it be a kind of highly poisonous crane top red, right?"

   Murong Chen joked.

   But he knew better that if it were this kind of highly toxic medicine, I was afraid that Su Qinghuan wouldn't let himself use any medicine on such occasions with fanfare.

  After all, there are many assassination methods, why bother to find such a day when the guests and friends are full, it would be too eye-catching.

  ……

  "Don’t worry, this medicine is non-toxic. It can even be said that it will not harm Duan Feiyang's body at all. It is just a small method. It will be fine for the prince to go to the theater in two months."

  After all, in ancient times, there was no such advanced pregnancy test technology as modern. Most doctors usually took about a month to see whether the pulse was pregnant or not, at least twenty days.

  Su Qinghuan thought with no lack of wickedness, wondering what interesting scenes the Duan’s family will have when it comes to "a lot of children and a lot of blessings."

  "In addition, Shi Ziye doesn't have to worry about being seen out. As long as Shi Ziye's hands are fast enough, just cover it with a big sleeve. This pill dissolves in water quickly, and it can completely disappear in the glass with the blink of an eye."

   "And Duan Feiyang won't have any abnormal reaction after drinking it."

The man saw Su Qinghuan excitedly. He stared at the girl’s fluttering lips. He had always felt that the girl who was talking to him was like a noisy sparrow, but now he looked at the "bird" in front of him, but he felt that he wanted to embrace her. Pregnant.

  The man’s throat moved slightly, and there was a faint smile on his face, and the angular profile of his face was outlined by a tassel-like gold thread with an unreal halo, making it more beautiful and beautiful.

   "I heard you say that, but I am a little curious, what exactly is the function of this medicine."

   Listening to Su Qinghuan’s meaning, there is no harm to Duan Feiyang himself. Is it possible that he took the medicine, but it would have an effect on others?

  I have to say that Murong Chen is indeed extremely smart, and if Su Qinghuan knew that his brain circuit was turning so fast, he would be amazed.

  Su Qinghuan bowed his hand respectfully.

"Don’t ask me so I understand. This medicine is the only one in the world. It was given to me by an old Taoist who wandered all over the world. Is it effective? Please check it after two months. You can go with me. Let’s talk a little bit, let’s just let the girls of the people sell it."

  "Don’t you know, is it a beggar to sell to others?"

   "The elder son will never hit a woman."

  Su Qinghuan looked at the man with clear eyes. She still felt that men who beat women were always disgusting, except for special circumstances.

   "This is not necessarily true."

  The man has handsome eyes and smiles. He looks at Su Qinghuan's strange expression, his eyes dim.

  Murong stretched out his hand and couldn't help but flicked on Su Qinghuan’s forehead. A gust of wind blew and the hair on the girl’s forehead flew by Murong Chen’s hand. For a moment, both of them were in a daze.

  When Su Qinghuan came back to her senses, she saw that a lock of her hair had been entangled in the metal shoulder of Murong Chen's clothes.

   "...Your hair is tangled, let me untie it for you."

  Murong Chen stretched out his hand naturally, trying to get closer to Su Qinghuan.

  The distance between the two people suddenly narrowed. Murong Chen estimated his stature to be eight feet. Standing under the pavilion at the moment, Su Qinghuan only felt that all the sunlight was blocked by him, and the light and good smell of the man's nose was between his nose.

  The wicker is floating in the air, and not far away is the lotus leaf of Tingting.

  The breeze is coming slowly, the water is not happy, and the men and women in the pavilion are so handsome. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are golden boys and girls.

  This picture is naturally very pleasing to see from a distance, but Su Qinghuan was in a daze for only a second, but quietly clenched his hand.

   "Shizi, this lock of hair is tangled up, I will just break it."

   "Parents of body hair and skin, how come you don't care at all?"

  Su Qinghuan's mouth twitched when she heard the words. In modern times, the streets are full of short-haired girls. Oh, there are even a very small number of individuals who like bald heads, especially men.

  ……

  Murong Chen glanced at Su Qinghuan disapprovingly. Before the girl could speak, he lowered his head. The big, well-knotted hand stroked Su Qinghuan's hair, and carefully picked them away.

  The man’s slightly hot breath fell on Su Qinghuan’s neck.

  This distance...

  It’s a bit too close.

  Ambiguous breath spreads in the air.

   But Murong Chen was still picking her hair seriously without realizing it.

  Su Qinghuan’s heartbeat was disturbed, and the words that came to her lips were self-respect, and even if the men and women were giving or receiving it, they swallowed it.

  ……

  The most attractive moment for a person may be when he concentrates on doing things.

  Looking at the man’s meticulous appearance, Su Qinghuan could only compromise in the end.

  The man is standing in front of her. If someone looks from a distance, I’m afraid they will think that the two of them are embracing affectionately.

  When Murong Chen pulled out her hair completely, a thin layer of sweat was leaking from the palm of Su Qinghuan's hands.

   "Thank you, Shizi."

   "Your face is red."

  Murong Chen spoke meaningfully.

   Seeing the man's pointed eyes, Su Qinghuan's heart palpitated for two seconds, and she pressed the corners of her lips.

  "The matter is over, thank you Shizi for his help. Minnu retired first."

  Speaking, Su Qinghuan hurriedly prepared to walk out of the pavilion.

  It's just that when she was flustered, she didn't notice that there were three steps in the pavilion, and she was a little bit empty when she stepped down.

"careful--"

  Murong Chen whispered, the man quickly supported her with his eyesight and quickly took the girl into his arms.

   Feeling the man's generous embrace, Su Qinghuan opened his eyes in a daze. Before he could react, he heard a weak voice coming from behind.

   "That... Brother Ziyu, sister Qinghuan, did I bother you two?"

  (End of this chapter)