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The corner of her mouth raised, her pretty face was full of a satisfied smile.

"Your Highness!" Hong Liang cried out in alarm. Her gaze towards Qiao Liangjiao was filled with wariness. The longsword at her side gripped tightly in her hand as her killing intent was revealed!

"Don't be impatient." The old granny patted Hong Liang's hand, her deep and aged eyes seemingly calculating something.

"But Prince, he …" Hong Liang wanted to say something more, but was stopped by a look from the old nanny. He could only lower his head, his eyes full of hatred for Qiao Liangjiao!

This wicked woman had drugged him for the sake of obtaining the prince!

Qiao Liangjiao's eyes quickly scanned the crowd. With Hong Liang's posture, it would be difficult for him to come out after entering the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Besides, he did not know what the real situation was. If he were to rush over, he was afraid that he would be infected by unnecessary troubles.

Her watery eyes suddenly locked onto a man in white. She exerted a little strength and quickly escaped from his side. With her feet touching the ground, she left the side of the war chariot in the blink of an eye and appeared in front of the man in white.

"Heh, beauty. Long time no see. Have you missed me?" Qiao Liangjiao lightly lifted the white-clothed man's chin.

The man's expression was blank, as if he hadn't even reacted to Qiao Linjian's shocking movement speed.

After staring blankly for a long time, he finally took a big step back. He looked at Qiao Liang's face that was as strange as a water ghost and opened his mouth: "You …"

"Yes, I miss you too." Qiao Liangge nodded her head and embraced the man's waist as she smiled, "My heart is the same as yours!"

"I …" The man frowned and looked at the person who was lying on the carriage looking at him with a bitter face before looking at the servants of the Qiao family who had all moved to his side.

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Rong." As he spoke, he smelled a sweet fragrance from his nose. It was not the usual fragrance of flowers; it was refreshing and refreshing. It was like a gentle breeze that had just passed through the hall, refreshing and refreshing.

"Good name. I'll call you Rong'er from now on. You can call me big brother Jing."

Qiao Liangjiao smiled shamelessly and forcefully held the man as she walked towards her house. As she walked, she waved at Jianqing and the old mama, saying that she had matters to take care of and could not go to the Seventh Prince's Mansion. When she had time, she would definitely reunite with Jianqing.

Resume Front Edge...

Hong Liang was burning with fury. Looking at how pitiful she was, she was infuriated to see that she was still sitting inside the crude 'chariot' to clear the air. However, she was unable to do anything about it, so she could only follow the old wet nurse and escort her back.

Qiao Liangjin's steps were swift as the wind. She didn't give Xiao Rong any chance to speak.

Ah Kuan looked at the chariot that he had painstakingly made and asked softly, "Miss, what about the chariot?"

Escaping was more important, why bother about chariots?

Qiao Liangjiao waved her hand: "I'll give it to them, I'll make another one for them tomorrow."

"Huh?" Ah Kuan and Bai both had bitter expressions on their faces.

After avoiding the crowd, Qiao Liang Jin let go of Xiao Rong.

"You …"

"So noisy!" Qiao Liangjiao shot a look at Xiao Rong, then raised her hand and hit the back of Xiao Rong's head.

That handsome face was twisted by the pain. He held onto the back of his head and asked, "Why did you hit me?"

Eh? He didn't faint?

Qiao Liangjiao once again chopped out with her hand, and the strength in her hand was also increased. Seeing Zhang Junyan's eyes slowly close, she rubbed her own hand as she unhesitatingly walked forward.

"Miss, what should we do with him?" Pai Tai couldn't help but ask as she looked at Xiao Rong, who was already sprawled on the ground.

"If you want to strip, tear your clothes into many pieces."

As she spoke, an idea flashed through Qiao Liangge's mind. She stepped back and fiercely pinched Xiao Rong's fair neck. Only after seeing the mark turn red and purple did she nod her head in satisfaction.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Ruo Lan came over and asked in confusion. The place where the young miss had pinched him was near the top. It was summer now, and the clothes could not cover up the mark at all.

"Planting strawberries." Qiao Liangjiao's face was as if it was taken for granted, and she shot a look at A-Kuan and Bai.

"Planting strawberries?" What are strawberries? " Ruo Lan tugged on Purple Smoke's sleeve and asked.

Zi Yan's expression was indifferent as she looked coldly at Xiao Rong's neck. Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably as she coughed dryly, "I, I don't know. Cough, cough …"

"Strange." Ruo Lan pouted and followed behind Qiao Liangjin. She didn't care what it was, as long as it was the little miss who did it, it would be the right thing to do!

In the pavilion in the city, a man dressed in an embroidered robe was smiling as his eyes glimmered. In his hand was a jade bone fan that was constantly being struck against his palm. He smiled and said to the girl in front of him, "Princess Linglong, you have truly let me watch a good show."

The woman's face was like frost, her eyes full of hatred, but her lips formed a coquettish smile. Her pure and charming face immediately became lively because of this smile. She put down the teacup in her hand and said in a small voice, "I'm sorry that Young Master Ning doesn't mind. As long as you like it."

Her voice was soft and gentle, just like a person's. However, her pair of small white hands were tightly clenched. Her fingernails were about to crush her palms!