Chapter 1900

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The audience was shocked again. Twenty six years ago, Dongfang Wanqing had an affair with Yuan Ming, the patriarch of the Holy Virgin family?

Jun Xiqing's eyes also changed slightly, which is really telling a story in the story.

Dongfang Wanqing's face turned white quickly. She looked at Murong Jiancheng painfully. In those days, Murong Lang was as famous as Yuan Ming, the most outstanding high priest of the saint family. As a saint, Dongfang Wanqing was a childhood sweetheart with Murong Jiancheng. Murong Jiancheng respected her, cherished her and loved her. She had long regarded her as her wife.

Her life was originally beautiful, but she was beaten to pieces by herself.

Because she was bewitched by Yuan Ming.

She wandered between Murong Jiancheng and Yuan Ming.

One day, in the moonlight, she hugged Yuan Ming and was seen by Murong Jiancheng.

After the double betrayal of his brother and fiancee, Murong Jiancheng was depressed for some time.

Soon, Beiyue dance came on stage.

The emergence of Beiyue dance quickly aroused Yuan Ming's enthusiasm.

Yuan Ming abandoned her and turned to Beiyue dance.

She also saw Yuan Ming's true face at that time. When she turned around and wanted to go back to Murong Jiancheng, there was already Beiyue dance around Murong Jiancheng.

Murong Jiancheng looked at Dongfang Wanqing. "I didn't mention anything about your reputation in those years. Now I don't want to say more. I'll take it as if I lost you. However, it's not about Beiyue dance. She didn't owe you."

"When I was most sad, she was with me and tried every means to make me laugh."

Thinking of those past events, Murong Jiancheng's calm eyebrows and eyes overflowed with some softness.

The whole audience exploded. Everyone understood that it was Dongfang Wanqing who played a good hand between two men.

After years, Dongfang Wanqing really understood the good of Murong Jiancheng. She wanted to look back, but Murong Jiancheng was gone.

Dongfang Wanqing was shocked. For so many years, he didn't say anything about her and Yuan Ming, but now for the reputation of Beiyue dance, he said it without hesitation and pushed her to the forefront of the storm.

She always thought Murong Jiancheng loved her.

Beiyue is her substitute.

She saw Bei Yue dance around him all day. Her eyes were broken and bright, full of love and charming flattery.

How many men have been charmed by a generation of evil women? Isn't it careful to please a man?

Before Murong was built, he would rush from the imperial palace to the virgin family overnight and only meet her once and send her the most precious pearl and gem.

In the past, he treated her like beads and jade.

But even in the first three months of his marriage, he danced with Beiyue to please him.

She thought he just had a strong sense of mission. After all, Beiyue dance was his wife, so he protected Beiyue dance like that.

However, it seems that this is not the case at all.

Murong Jiancheng loosened Dongfang Wanqing and said faintly, "go and call the imperial doctor."

"Yes, monarch."

Soon, the imperial doctor came in a hurry and put down the first-aid kit in his hand, "aunt Oriental, let me take your pulse."

Dongfang Wanqing is dead. Murong Jiancheng won't be with her.

She needs to take the medicine off her body.

Dongfang Wanqing's eyes showed a malicious light. This medicine has something to do with Beiyue dance. Later, she will injure herself and leave a disability. Then Beiyue dance's reputation will stink.

She won't make Beiyue dance better.

If Bei Yue dance did not appear, Murong Jiancheng and even Yuan Ming would still love her as before.

Dongfang Wanqing thought so and suddenly felt comfortable.

The imperial doctor took her pulse and said suspiciously, "aunt Oriental, your pulse is very peaceful and there is no sign of traditional Chinese medicine. Are you mistaken?"

One word stirred up thousands of waves and sucked one.

Dongfang Wanqing looked at the imperial doctor incredulously, "what are you talking about? I'm obviously a traditional Chinese medicine. Did someone assign you to frame me?"

The old imperial doctor was sweating, "aunt Oriental, you really don't have traditional Chinese medicine. You see, your hands are cold."

Dongfang Wanqing was surprised and found that the burning temperature had dropped unconsciously.

No!

This is the plan!

"Aunt Dongfang," a clever and pleasant voice sounded at this time, and Jun Xiqing stepped forward, "what's going on? Can you explain it?"

"I..."

Jun Xiqing didn't give Dongfang Wanqing a chance to speak. There was a sharp light in her spiritual eyes. "Just now, you reversed black and white, what a bitter meat trick, and directly poured dirty water on Mrs. Bei."

"Let me think about it. If this medicine is true and Mrs. Bei drugged aunt Dongfang, Mrs. Bei's reputation will be ruined. If you forced the Lord of Murong just now and the Lord of Murong obeyed you, you really killed two birds with one stone."

"I didn't!" Dongfang Wanqing's emotional denial.

Jun Xiqing didn't even look at Dongfang Wanqing for a moment. The light blue long skirt crossed a sharp arc on the wool carpet. She looked at the bodyguard fiercely, "your master has fallen, don't you tell the truth?"

The bodyguard quickly knelt up and trembled with fear. "I don't know anything. I really don't know anything. Aunt Dongfang gave me the money and asked me to cooperate with her. Spare me."

God, live fryer.

Dongfang Wanqing doesn't know what happened. What are you doing?

Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming. "President Lu, this Oriental aunt is tricky and is the best at bewitching people. She gave herself fake medicine and directed and acted in a play. She simply played us as monkeys. I suggest taking her into custody first and interrogating her slowly."

Lu Yeming nodded and said in a low voice, "Miss Jun, what you said is very reasonable. Vatican, take her down first."

"Yes."

The Vatican quickly took Dongfang Wanqing away.

……

A play was over, and everyone dispersed with more than enough meaning.

Jun Xiqing held Bei Yue dance and sent Bei Yue dance back to her room. "Aunt, I didn't tell you all the plans today. Won't you be angry?"

Bei Yue danced and ordered Jun Xiqing's small forehead, "you... This time you played a game of chess, we are all your pieces. This time you are not playing tricks, but people's hearts."

At this time, I passed by the door of a room, and a pleasant female voice came from the room, "monarch, were you tired just now?"

Bei YUEWU stopped and looked into the room. Murong Jiancheng stood tall and straight by the bed. AI Lei stood in front of him and was reaching out to take off his black coat.

AI Lei is in her thirties. She has long wavy hair and red lips. She is a mature woman.

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