The Story of a Stroppy Princess

Huayue Ling straightened up and smiled beautifully: "Unparalleled, you still lack self-confidence. --- Yan Mei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw )))"

Mo Wushuang's lips were silent, and the luster at the bottom of his eyes looked darkly at the lazy appearance of Huayue Ling leaning into the chair, and his heart raised a warmth, no matter how powerful his rivals were, Linger's impression of him was always He hasn't changed, and he's not mistaken. Linger actually likes him.

"I'm twenty years old, and I haven't had a woman, and I will inevitably suffer from it." Mo Wushuang laughed with ridicule, and the faint smile fainted like the bright light of Wan Shuhua and the clouds.

"Hehe, Wushuang, there is no woman at the age of twenty. It is very strange in Beijing. Do you have any hidden illnesses in your body?" Huayue Ling joked, and his eyes were still shameless on his slender figure. ring.

Mo Wushuangjun's face suddenly floated pink, and his narrow star eyes looked at Huayue Ling's phoenix, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "If there is no woman, there must be hidden diseases? Can I be clean?"

Huayue Ling laughed and said, "Yes, it's just that I feel curious, a rare animal."

Mo Wushuang smiled bitterly. Is this also wrong?

Hua Yueling smiled and turned her head to look at the street, thinking that it was time for the arrogant man to come to the door. Suddenly, a silver light flickered in the corner of her eyes, scaring her instinctively to stand up and yell, "Be careful assassin! "

As soon as the words fell, her entire figure, like a sensitive raccoon cat, had jumped out of the window. Ten years of internal force made her sweep across the roof with a surprise, with a beautiful sword in her hand, and Feng Yan sharply shot the opposite floor from the silver light. Inside.

Ink has no double-sided color change, and when she was rushing out, she has quickly followed, falling on the roof, her face is like ice, overlooking the street.

The following Jimo Zizhang has been surrounded by his four samurai, five of them look extremely ugly, and four katana dazzlingly protect Jimo Zizhang in the sun.

Jimo Zi looked down at the hidden weapon that was shot down by his men. It was a plum needle glowing purple in the sun.

Jimo Zi looked up, covering the glare of the sun with his palms, and his eyes began to sweep around, and finally looked at the roof, first looking at the flower-like moon that stood like a goddess, and then looking at the sun like the heavenly **** Mo Wushuang, At this moment, both faces were frozen with ice.

"The hidden weapon should have been shot from the second floor opposite!" Hua Yueling took a serious look at Mo Wushuang.

"I'll take a look." Mo Wushuang nodded, and the figure quickly glanced to the wooden window that was diagonally opposite. This shop is an old-fashioned dish shop that has been open for several years. It is adjacent to Fengyue Tea House on the ground of Guihualou.

"Don't check it out yet!" Jim Zizhen regained his composure, and at the same time screamed at his four samurai. At this moment, the people on the street were scared away by the four meniscus.

"Yes!" The four samurai rushed into the dishes shop opposite, causing the second little inside to scream.

Huayue Ling's eyes were carefully focused on the Quartet. There were no suspicious characters on the roof. She could only fall slowly. The blue long dress floated like ripples like a parachute. Like a fairy falling, Jimo stared straight.

"His Royal Highness isn't going in yet, would you like to be assassinated again?" Huayue Ling looked at his handsome hot face coldly.

"It's not that easy to kill Prince Ben! It's just that Prince Ben is very strange. How come I was assassin when I first came to expensive land?" Jim Zizhen walked to the purple plum needle and took out a black square in his arms. Towel, picking up the plum blossoms with plum blossom needles, observe carefully.

"Maybe Your Highness offends too many people, don't you think that our Emperor Da Yue is not good for you!" Huayue Ling pumped the corners of her mouth angrily, and looked at the plum blossom needles that were glowing purple, surprised, "So cruel, actually touched poison."

Jimo Zi turned his head to look at Huayue Ling's unpleasant face, his dark eyes darkened and said coldly: "This is to put Prince Ben to death! Who is so poisonous? Prince Ben is really curious!" It's ironic.

"Huh! Think about it, aren't you yourself?" Hua Yueling also thought it was incredible. Who would kill Jimo Zhe, don't say he just arrived, just as a foreign messenger, there is no need to kill him. Right?

"Myself?" Jimo thought about his blood-thirsty black eyes like a cheetah.

"Go in and say, it's not safe here." Huayue Ling pulled his arm, looked up at the carved wooden window on the second floor, and hurried to his Fengyue Tea House.

Jimo Zi followed quickly with cold face, Mo Wushuang and the four samurai returned soon.

"Linger, no one was found. Are you sure that the hidden weapon came out of that window?" Mo Wu's double-sided color was a bit frustrated. How could it not be seen at all?

"His Royal Highness, we haven't found it!" One of the four warriors also reported.

Huayue Lingxiu frowned and said, "I was sitting in this position, and my eyes happened to look over there. A flash of silver light showed me that it was only shot from that window."

"But when I went in, there was no sign inside, neat and clean. It stands to reason that even a calm assassin must run away? The windows behind are all closed. If you go down, it is impossible for the four of them to see it. Where did the Assassin go? "Mo Wushuang couldn't figure out.

"Perhaps people have planned and made sure that they were assured. After all, it is not a trivial matter to assassinate His Royal Highness Prince Montaigne. How can he be caught?" Huayue Ling said so, but she had another idea in her head.

"Prince Ben has only been here once. Who would have planned it?" Jim Zi glanced sharply at Hua Yueling.

"Then I have to ask you who offended!" Huayue Lingfeng's eyes fluttered, but not her. What kind of face did he pose to her?

"In addition to offending Miss Youhua, Prince Ben really did not offend anyone else." Jim Mo sneered with a sarcastic sneer.

"Is it? I'm going to kill you, Huayue Ling. You died a hundred times early, so you don't have to use such troublesome tricks." Huayue Ling's anger was burning, but her smile was even colder.

Jimo Zi's face suddenly rose to the top of the red road: "Miss Hua is too much to say too much! I just watched your light work just now, be careful to blow the cowhide!"

Huayue Ling suddenly grabbed his placket with a small hand and pulled him closer. There was only one hand between the two faces. Huayue Ling's slightly phoenix eyes shot straight into the soul like a sword.

"Man, this is the first time!" Huayue Ling's fingers wearing gold soft inner fingertips poked straight into his heart, a small hole in the bright purple brocade had appeared.

Jimo Zi was pushed away by Huayue Ling, he looked down, there was a hole in his chest, and the white obscene clothes had been broken. He just felt that something cold touched the skin of his chest directly, thinking Here, a chill came straight from the soles of his feet, and looked at Hua Yueling's small hand in horror.