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Chapter 1722 The waist is so thick

Shangguan Qianyu frowned, his eyes became cold, he glanced at the silver-faced man, and said, "The dignified master of Wanyu is also a scammer? I, Shangguan Qianyu, have a princess for a long time, and other women are not worthy of my king's rise to her."

"Is the princess who have retired still called her a princess?"

Shangguan Qianyu's face turned cold: "My affairs have nothing to do with you! Does women have so many things to do when they marry?"

"Married? Who said I'm married?" The silver-faced man felt a little bit gritted.

Shangguan Qianyu looked at her again. For some reason, he felt angry with the silver-faced man. Thinking of the days when Zhou Xingyun drowns his sorrows with alcohol, and thinking of the pain of love that his brother who lived for life had experienced was all given by the woman in front of him, he felt angry with her. But for some reason, his annoyance to her was not as much as he thought.

"Don't marry? That has nothing to do with me!" Shangguan Qianyu still had a calm face, but inadvertently glanced at her waist.

The silver-faced man shouted in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"

Shangguan Qianyu said expressionlessly: "You are fat! Your waist is so thick!"

Damn, the silver-faced man suddenly stood up, his beautiful eyes, which were originally as clear as a phoenix, were full of cold light and air conditioning.

Just when Shangguan Qianyu thought the silver-faced man would hurt someone with a disagreement, he saw her gough him hard and turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

Even through the mask, you can feel a burst of anger and anger.

Shangguan Qianyu reminded leisurely: "Your tea leaves!"

The silver-faced man turned around, swept his sleeves, and the tea box on the table was swept away. She said nothing and walked out of the teahouse with a cold air all over her body.

Shangguan Qianyu curled his lips and dared to shake his brother. He was already very polite to do this.

But is it his illusion? Just now, when the silver-faced man Jun swept over his sleeves, there was a very light fragrance in the air. The fragrance was so familiar that it seemed that he had smelled it in his dreams.

It's just that the time is too short, and it's too shallow and too light.

He shook his head, thinking too much, so he had an illusion?

There was still tea in the pot, and the silver-bowled man poured out only two cups. Shangguan Qianyu finished drinking it and poured one cup himself. In the fragrance of tea, his mood gradually became heavier.

Jingyan, Jingyan, please let me protect Yanghou, then do you know what he did?

If you don’t know and just want to protect your own power, it’s understandable.

If you know that you still have to protect him, then in your heart, is the emperor's power more than the people?

You have said that the people are the foundation of the country. As a prince, you can not value the throne, but you will never ignore the sufferings of the people! Have you forgotten all these?

After drinking all the pot of tea, Shangguan Qianyu was still in a heavy mood. Although there were not many customers in this teahouse, there were always chats where there were tea guests. Some people talked about Anyang Hou in a very low voice, and they all changed their minds and dared not speak out.

Although Shangguan Qianyu was sitting in the corner, the voices were heard one by one. Jin Yuan said it well, and Anyang Hou was unforgivable.

Tonight, he had to find the place where Anyang Hou imprisoned the girls and rescue all the poor children. He would not kill Anyang Hou. After all, this was the person Jing Yan asked him to protect, but he would make Anyang Hou no longer bully those girls.

It is inhumane, and such punishment is enough for him.
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