Yanzhi couldn't help but struggle, and was afraid that outsiders would see it inappropriately, so she could only lower her voice and gritted her teeth and said, "Get up for me!"

Ye Rongzhi pressed Yanzhi and looked at her with good eyes, opened her thin lips lightly, and called out in a low voice: "Wanwan."

Yanzhi widened her eyes when she heard this, forgot to struggle to look at him. Seeing that there was a little intoxication in his eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to call him, he lowered his head and kissed her lips. His soft lips were a little cool, and a clear aroma of wine was entangled between his lips and teeth.

Yanzhi hurriedly turned her head away, and his lips fell on her ears. Yanzhi couldn't help but tremble slightly, and quickly turned around and said, "Arong, you recognized the wrong person."

He saw Yanzhi avoiding his kiss, so he slightly supported himself, looked at him for a moment, and suddenly said, "Why do you like Li Yanzong?"

"I am your teacher, see clearly!" He actually liked Wanwan. Why didn't he seize the opportunity? I wonder how many opportunities he had created for him!

Ye Rongzhi seemed to be obsessed with it and couldn't listen to her words at all. He pinched her jaw and asked with a little ruthlessness: "Why do you like Li Yanzong!"

Yanzhi reached out and wanted to slap someone to wake him up first.

Ye Rongzhi reached out and held her hand, pressed her and said frivolously: "Do you like his impeccable family background, or is it because of his outstanding appearance?"

Yanzhi was quite angry. She was not drunk, she was obviously obsessed with evil!

She looked at Ye Rongzhi and felt a little tired, "How do I know why Shen Wan likes him? If I knew, I wouldn't let them make a couple. It would cause me trouble for nothing. If I had known that you liked her, I would naturally help you."

Seeing Ye Rongzhi looking at her coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with what he said, she had to patiently speak: "What the girl likes is nothing more than appearance, family background, Li Yanzong, and has both. She is gentle and kind-hearted, so she will naturally like her. You have changed it, and naturally there are girls who like it."

He let go of her hand, turned over and lie on the inside of the bed, closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly said, "What if it can't be changed?"

Yanzhi finally got out of here, so she quickly sat up and left the bed. Seeing him asking like this, she casually said, "Your temperament will not be liked by a girl."

After Yanzhi tidied up her clothes for a while, she didn't see any movement, so she called in a low voice, "Arong?" When she approached, she saw that he was breathing smoothly and seemed to be asleep. When she pushed him up, she pulled his collar a little. The blue shirt outside opened slightly and turned out a corner of the white underwear. His clothes were always chaotic, but now she felt a little flirted.

Yanzhi suddenly felt something, she approached the bed and knelt on the side of the bed with one knee and half knees, and called out again: "Arong?" Looking at his eyes closed, his long black eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Rouge's eyes were slightly darker. She took out a delicate and small dagger from her sleeve, and the blade inside came out of the sheath to refract a ray of light.

Ye Rongzhi must die. He is a variable. His existence will only cause trouble for himself. Ji Fu dare not take it lightly. If he really helps King Ning to take it, let alone whether he can protect Li Yanzong. Just talk about his nature and mixing with King Ning again. In less than a few years, the ghosts who report to the underworld will probably flatten the already cold Huangquan Road. Meng Po’s hand that makes soup can be broken!

What she saw most in mass graves were those who died unjustly and in vain. How could more people die in a life of death? If the world became a huge mass grave, I don’t know what would happen?

Yanzhi raised the dagger and was about to fall on his neck with a knife, but at the last moment she stopped looking at his gentle and harmless sleeping face, and suddenly remembered his sensible and cute appearance when he was young.

Once upon a time, she felt extremely sorry for him. Now even if she doesn't like his style of conduct, she will never be able to do it.

Yanzhi sighed and took back the dagger, "Forget it, if you die now, I can't take you to the mass grave to watch Qingyi perform." He asked Ji Fu to think of other ways, why did he let her do such a bad thing?

She sat in the house for a while and went outside to feed canaries. The lively birds could make her feel troubled.

When she left the room, the person on the bed opened her eyes. Her eyes were clear and she didn't look drunk at all.

After a few days, things came.

Yanzhi never expected that her soft heart would have made such a big mistake. After the drought, she had already been on track, but she did not expect that there would be a mistake at the end of the disaster relief. The refugees were in turmoil, and robbers were everywhere, and nearly tens of thousands of corpses were buried. The emperor was furious. King Duan was banned from Duan's mansion. Yanzhi couldn't help but close his eyes, and the world had just begun to appear in the chaotic world.

King Duan was defeated and missed the throne since then. Even if Ji Fu had the ability to be in heaven, he could not reverse the impression that King Duan was incompetent in the hearts of the people.

The king is what the people want.

Ji Fu lost in this game, and Yanzhi was wrong. She never expected that Ye Rongzhi was so crazy that the people in the world were no different from ants in his heart. How could Ji Fu fight him? He was already slightly better than Ji Fu, and now he uses any means to ignore human life at all, so Ji Fu is powerless to resist.

The situation is now dead. Yanzhi holds the letter in her hand tightly, and she regrets it. She really shouldn't be merciful!

Yanzhi stood up and rushed to the front yard angrily. The maid behind hurriedly followed, fearing that the young master would blame him for not watching the person.

Yanzhi walked around several curved corridors and saw Ye Rongzhi standing in the garden to trim potted plants. His actions were extremely clean and neat, with a bit of cold eyebrows and eyes, which made him look even colder in autumn. Yanzhi stood in the corridor and looked at him with expressionless expression.

He heard Yanzhi coming, and his hands stopped slightly and continued to trim. He turned his head to look at her until he was satisfied. The coldness in his eyes had not faded, making people feel chilled all over his body.

He put down his scissors and walked to Yanzhi, stood under the steps and watched her say nothing. Yanzhi was furious when she saw his calm appearance. He raised his hand and slapped him. He did not dodge or dodge, and he did not take it even in a stubborn manner.

"Animal." Yanzhi cursed expressionlessly.

Ye Rongzhi smiled and asked, "Are Master unhappy? The world will be obtained soon."

Yanzhi said coldly and sarcastically: "So what if you get it, Arong, are you worthy of a person like you? Use the people as a ladder, and you will still fall one by one even if you help one hundred Kings of Ning to the throne." She paused, with a hint of fear in her words, "Do you know how many people you have changed the fate of this person? If the world is in chaos, what will you do?"

Ye Rongzhi felt ridiculous when he heard this. His thin lips opened and his words were filled with disdain: "So what if it is messed up? What does it have to do with me? If you want to blame them, they can only blame their bad fate. They must catch up with this time."

Yanzhi looked at him with regret, "If I had known that today, I would have strangled you to death when I saw you in the woods."

He suddenly laughed for a moment and said in a low voice, "Actually, I always wonder if I would have died under the horse's hooves of Li Yanzong at that time, so would I be able to go to the mass grave with my master to listen to Qingyi's play."

Yanzhi felt complicated for a moment, and she felt that the person in front of her was both hateful and pitiful. She really didn't want to bother with him anymore. She didn't want to mess with him anymore. They didn't want to make any plans, so they had no way to communicate.

Yanzhi went straight down the steps and walked out of the garden. She should go back and plan what to do in the future.

But after a few steps, a few servants came in and pulled the maids in the garden and dragged them out. The maids cried and knelt down and begged for mercy, "Young Master, please spare your life!"

Seeing this, Yanzhi hurriedly stopped them and looked at Ye Rongzhi in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

Ye Rongzhi smiled but didn't say anything. He walked to the potted plant and picked up scissors to cut off a branch that was not very pleasant. "They saw too many of them, and I don't like it." After saying that, he turned to look at her again and reminded him lightly: "The Master has gone in the wrong direction. Going back to the house is not going out of the garden."

Hearing this, Yanzhi quickly walked up to him and grabbed his collar, yelling: "Ye Rong, are you crazy? How much life debt do you have to bear?" How could there be such a person? He is even more terrifying than the evil ghost in the mass grave. Human life is so shallow in his eyes. He thinks this is cutting grass!
Chapter completed!