My Unrivalled Princess: I Won’t Mess With You

As soon as Yue Qiqi thought about it, her gloomy mood was swept away!

"That's great. I'll discuss it with my dad, and let the emperor marry me at a banquet later!"

Luo Yuyan said nothing more, the rest depends on how Yue Qiqi did.

I hope Yue Qiqi won't let her down, Luo Qianchan, aren't you going to marry the Eighth Lord?

Ah--

The eighth princess can also do it? I do n’t do it, you do n’t even think about it! # _ # 27218470

Now that Yue Qiqi has volunteered to marry the eighth prince, is it possible that the emperor will abandon the general niece for you?

Maid, it is always something that can't be on the table!

Be proud, you won't be proud anymore.

As for her, Luo Yuyan's gaze turned around and she didn't see the person she wanted to see, but it didn't matter, there was a chance for someone at the banquet later.

The seats are arranged according to status, and the top is the emperor queen and noble concubines. # 2.7218470

The first position on the far left is the eighth lord. It was supposed to be reserved for the prince, but after the last incident of the prince, even if the queen saved him, he didn't like the emperor much!

Recently, the prince did not dare to be too presumptuous and did not dare to make too many small moves. For fear of angering the emperor again, he was not saved.

Followed by Master Lingtian.

So the prince is third on the left.

Further down is another prince, the ten prince, who has not been titled. The ten princes' behavior is very ordinary on weekdays, and they have never struggled with anyone. Although they are princes, they are not very noticeable.

Further down are the ministers, headed by the general and the prime minister, in order.

On the right is Murong Xue sitting first, followed by several other princesses. Counting down, Murong Xue is the youngest princess, but she is the most favored.

Then came the minister's family members.

The others were almost full, and even the prince arrived early. Many ministers flattered the prince, with various compliments.

A few days ago, only a few people knew about it, and for the royal appearance, no one dared to spread it unless he didn't want to live.

So to the outsider, the prince is still the prince, second only to the existence of the emperor.

"His Royal Highness."

"Have your Royal Highness been settled lately?"

Most people don't even know about the imprisonment of Prince Mu Zhaoyangguan, Luo Qianchan learned from the mouth of Su Liancheng.

"His Royal Highness ..."

From the moment the Prince Prince appeared, Luo Yuyan's eyes fell on the Prince.

Luo Yuyan's grasp is very good, her eyes have a slight admiration, but more admiration for men, this admiration is what men like to see most.

Mu Chaoyang swept around the opposite female relative, facing Luo Yuyan's eyes.

They have seen each other before, but they did not have any communication.

Today, Luo Yuyan is dressed up in a gorgeous dress, with a beautiful look and a pale skin tone. Not to mention the rare beauty in the north, which makes Jiangnan extremely rare. She wears a pink and mixed with green emerald skirt. Very good, there is no vulture feeling, the color is very bright, under the veil is her bumpy figure, which is imaginative.

Mu Chaoyang's first impression of Luo Yuyan was a rare beauty.

If you can, it's not bad to marry her, but you can also have the support of the prime minister's power, and you can also have a beautiful woman in your arms.

but……

Mu Chaoyang couldn't help but think of Luo Qianchan, who was seen at the post in the afternoon, Luo Qianchan was even more stunning, otherwise he wouldn't say those words boldly, of course, he did it intentionally.

If he could dig into Murongyun's corner, it would be enough for Murongyun to drink a pot, Mu Chaoyang thought so.

The position of the eighth prince is still empty. From time to time, Luo Luoxiang looked towards the lady: "Why can't you come?"

However, seeing that the Eighth Lord didn't come, the Prime Minister Luo could only be anxious, thinking that there was the Eighth Lord, there should be nothing going on, and he could enter the palace smoothly.

Naturally, not only entered the palace, but also a special carriage ride, no need to go down to go far.

Why?

Special 呗!

The eight kings have this special case, do not accept? Do not accept to fight.

Feng Qing also rushed back, was driving a carriage, and Su Liancheng was sitting outside with him.

No way, Su Liancheng didn't dare to go inside the carriage as a light bulb, but didn't want to ride a horse by himself.

"The emperor is coming ..." the **** shouted, and he saw a bright yellow figure walking slowly outside the hall. His five-pronged golden dragon was particularly eye-catching, and his crown was shaking back and forth with majesty.

The crowds got up from their seats, and Wu Ya kneeled down: "Have seen the emperor, long live the long live the long lived emperor."

The emperor came to the top without squinting, and along with him came the queen and the concubines, who stood solemnly.

"Flat body." The emperor and concubines took their seats.

Not long after, the eunuch's voice came out of the main hall: "The eight kings are here."

"Master Su is here."

Because I didn't know how to call Luo Qianqian, plus Luo Qianqian didn't want to be looked at like a monkey, she didn't let the **** call her title.

In a group of four, Murong Yun led Luo Qianchan to the front.

Su Liancheng and Feng Qing followed behind the two.

The rest can't bring people, the Eighth Lord Murong Yun can, don't ask why, there is this special case.

"Yuner is here, sit down," the emperor said with a smile.

With the appearance of the four people, everyone's eyes first fell on Murong Yun, who was like a monster, and then he took a moment's glance.

Everyone was speculating, who is this girl? How could she be so close to the eighth king and still be alive?

And looking at it, it seems that they are the initiative of the eight kings!

I saw the woman with a long shawl, white clothes, and a gold band around her hair.

The woman was dressed like a fairy and couldn't help but let everyone see. When I walked in, the woman Fang Dangshaoling, but at the age of fifteen or sixteen, her skin was victorious, she was so beautiful, she looked so beautiful, and she couldn't be ignored.

Her beauty is very dusty, not like anything.

Her temperament was so muddy and unstained, so different.

This banquet also invited Master Ling Tian. Ling Tian came out and protected Zhao Tong, and did not bring her over, otherwise Zhao Tong's unconfidence would be uncomfortable.

Luo Qianchan ignored those people's eyes as much as possible, seeing Master Lingtian could not help but take a few steps and wanted to see him.

Who knew that Murong Yun's hand was as firm as a rock, and he refused to let it go.

Luo Qiang gave him a simple white look: "The men and women sit separately, can't you always hold me?"

Murong Yun looked proudly: "My princess is naturally seated with me."

Their voices were not deliberately suppressed, and many people heard them.

Oh my **** ... is this woman's brain convulsed?

The eighth lord is so close to her, she still wants to refuse?

Luo Qianchan didn't care what other people thought, couldn't get rid of it, but didn't want to give up, he was very tangled.

Murong Yun took him all the way, and in front of Master Ling Tian, ​​Luo Qian shallow stopped and said, "Master."

This Master again made waves.