Zhou Jinmo let go of Jun Zilin and walked out of the door. He understands the temperament of King Jin, Zhou Ember will not do anything out of the ordinary in the Dingguo Mansion, even if it is in his own Jin Mansion, Zhou Jinmo dares to be sure, Zhou Ember is only terrible on the surface, but he is actually a good person on the inside. It is Yilin'er who is not in danger, it is purely that this little girl has been deceived by appearances, so she thinks too much.

Seeing that the only four princes also left, Jun Zilin felt that she was in a terrible demon cave, and ran towards the door without looking back.

"Subordinates go out too!"

Xue Wei suddenly spoke, went out, and closed the hall door with his backhand, and suddenly there were only Jun Zilin and Zhou Yan in this hall.

Once the door was closed, the hall became dark.

Jun Zilin instinctively went to pick on the door, wanting to open the door and go out. At this moment, it feels like being in the same room with a murderous maniac. She wanted to go out and catch her breath right away.

It's just that before the door was moved, I suddenly heard a low male voice from behind me, "Come here to this king." ”

Hmph, I won't go over!

Jun Zilin shook her head almost instantly, but she hadn't properly expressed her expectations, and the King of Jin continued, "In this way, this king has to go and catch you with his own hands." ”

When the sound fell, the sound of the wheelchair was heard.

Jun Zilin had no choice but to withdraw her hand, turn around, and move her head in front of Zhou Yan.

Actually, if there was no pink veil incident, Jun Zilin would have wanted to see Zhou Yan a little. But just now, she felt that she was seen through by King Jin.

In her previous life, she had been a forensic doctor for so many years, and all that Jun Zilin faced were criminals. I didn't think that I would be a real 'criminal' today. The criminal who framed Zhou Ash. I don't want to admit my 'crime' yet. What should I do if I am tortured to extract a confession?

"Bang bang"!

I heard Zhou Ember slap his leg twice, and his tone became leisurely, "Sit up yourself." ”

Nima, you are human legs, not chairs, sister doesn't want to sit!

Jun Zilin secretly scolded herself, although Zhou Yan was sitting now and couldn't move her legs, she didn't doubt the other party's force value at all. Especially after being frightened by a sick martingale Zhang Ruiyuan's palm. She didn't dare to underestimate the martial arts of the ancients.

swallowing her anger, the little daughter-in-law climbed onto Zhou Yan's lap and sat on it very nervously.

The little fart sat down against his legs, Jun Zilin felt like she was sitting on a nail board full of needles, why was it so uncomfortable!

I only felt that my waist was tight, Jun Zilin lowered her head, and saw that Zhou Yan's arm naturally wrapped around her waist, and there was no other action beyond that. But Nima, it's natural for him to do this, sister is not your exclusive thing!

Zhou Yan's arm, which was separated from his waist, suddenly tightened and loosened.

Jun Zilin looked at him like this, as if she was measuring her waist with his arm. What is he doing here?

"Hey, that's good. I haven't lost weight lately. Zhou Yan is satisfied, and his low-alcohol voice is very sexy.

Hearing this, Jun Zilin pursed her lips, not very liking Zhou Yan's appearance of weighing livestock. But she didn't dare to sue the wicked first, just waiting for Zhou Yan to leave quickly after she was done.

"Tell me, what's the deal with the pink veil?"

In the empty hall, Zhou Yan's words of inquiry came from the ground. Jun Zilin's body tightened on the spot when she heard this, and she instinctively lifted her heart.

And this caused a low smile from the man who surrounded her, obviously her body language had conveyed to the other party, the pink veil incident, the culprit was herself.

Jun Zilin pursed her lips and refused to speak, she used to deal with criminals. Now it's the other way around, and it's no wonder that I feel better.

"The third lady's handkerchief is embroidered with the name of this king, does Miss Jun want this king to marry her?" Zhou Yan asked straight to the point, his tone dyed with cold pressure. It seems that Jun Zilin dares to nod, and he will turn into a corpse on the spot and die in his arms.

"No, no, no."

Jun Zilin couldn't hear it, she hurriedly shook her head, raised a white flag and surrendered, "I didn't think about this, don't misunderstand." ”

Xue Wei's fierce reaction just now, Zhou Yan didn't stop it at all.

The meaning of Xuewei comes from Zhou Yan's thoughts.

Jun Zilin knew that it was impossible for Zhou Yan to marry Zhang Ranshui as a concubine. Don't say that Zhou Yan is unwilling, Xue Wei is against it, even Jun Zilin herself is a hundred unhappy! First of all, for the first time, if Zhang Ranshui marries Zhou Yan, the first unlucky person is herself.

She didn't want Zhang Ranshui to use Zhou Yan's name to fake the tiger!

Hearing her say this, Zhou Yan was pleased.

The arm that was around her waist also loosened, and even stroked the crumpled skirt for her with some pity.

Jun Zilin stared blankly at His Royal Highness the King of Jin, who actually took care of the corners of his skirt himself, his slender fingertips carefully examining himself, even more attentive than Fluttershy.

He, he's okay, right?

Jun Zilin was stunned.

"These days, do you miss this king?" Zhou Yan's voice was dyed with joy, and he lost the coldness just now.

However, Jun Zilin couldn't hear him say anything for a long time, and just watched herself being sorted out by him like a doll.

"Can you get used to living in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"What's going on with this Dingguo Mansion, but someone is bullying you?"

Three questions in a row, all of which were casually asked when Zhou Shen was tidying up Jun Zilin's dress.

However, there was not a single word of answer.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but stop, raised his eyes to look at the girl on his lap, the two pitch-black eyebrows froze, and the two black shadows under the eyebrows printed the deep long eyes, deep and cold, as if they could suck people in.

Jun Zilin, who was in turmoil at the moment, was coldly entangled by his gaze, and immediately couldn't take her eyes off, biting her lip lightly, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?" ”

"This king is so terrible, scaring you like this?"

Zhou Yan saw the little man on his legs, and he was tense again, and he was a little discouraged in his heart. Why haven't she seen him for a few days, she is afraid that he will be like this. He's not a man-eating tiger, what are you afraid of?

"No, no, no, Your Highness is not terrible, it's all my own nervousness!" Jun Zilin hurriedly explained, thinking that the pink veil incident had not been resolved, and she was not sure what this man would do with her. And outside Dingguo Gong is still waiting for the result, so he is worried that Zhou Yan will hand her over.

It's no wonder that Jun Zilin thinks so, now that she is helpless, she has played Zhang Ruiyuan before. Although it seems to have the upper hand, it is actually embattled, but this crisis has not yet come. In her heart, she is like a mirror of her situation.

At Zhang Ranshui's place, she used Zhou Ember as a sword. It's okay to turn around and cut her off with this sword.

"You can rest assured, this king will not marry the third lady." Zhou Yan only said.

When Jun Zilin heard this, she couldn't help but glance at him secretly, twisted her little hands, and asked tentatively, "Then you...... Do you blame me? ”

Compared with whether Zhou Ember marries a wife, Jun Zilin still cares about her situation at the moment.

What's more, she had never done such a thing in her previous life or this life, she did the bad thing of planting dirt, and she also gave the main owner a bag. In the past, she spoke eloquently in front of criminals, but now she has become a "criminal", but she has no master, and she feels that her conscience has been condemned by heaven.

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