Unfortunately...

Princess Yile's eyes flashed slightly, and her chest was stuffy, either because the vows back then were not fulfilled, or because Rong Huang ignored her now.

With a click, Rong Huang put the brush on the brush, and his pure black apricot eyes looked at the two of them, "What's the matter?"

Princess Yile did not expect it to be like this when the two met again. She was bitter in her heart and opened her mouth. It took a long time before she uttered a few words.

"Ayu, I am A Niang."

Wen Yuanwei watched with fire from the side, stepped forward, and looked at Rong Huang dissatisfiedly, "Sister, why can the old lady of Luohou Mansion take a carriage, but we can't?"

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows, almost amused by Wen Yuanwei's natural tone.

But the current scene is not suitable for laughter.

Rong Huang coughed lightly, his voice was soft, and the emotions in his wet apricot eyes were extremely weak, "I am now the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty of Rong Guo, what are you, to have friendship with me?"

Wen Yuanwei was smashed by the words "something", but his face was flushed because of his thick skin.

"You are obviously my sister, why can't I call you?"

Princess Yile also echoed, in an educative tone, "Yes, Ayu, you are siblings and you should support each other."

Rong Huang chuckled, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Rong Huang stood up on his knees, and his slightly longer skirt drew lightly on the spotless ground.

Rong Huang bypassed the table and walked towards the two of them step by step, "His Royal Highness, maybe I need to emphasize it again."

"When you abandoned me in Qinglongzhai, that little family affection that was already weak disappeared."

Princess Yile suffocated her breath, and Ayu's desperate look when she let Ayu stay in Qinglongzhai faintly appeared before her eyes, "Ayu, I..."

Rong Huang interrupted her impatiently, and aimed at Wen Yuanwei again.

"I remember that you looked down on me the most in those days. The mouth is full of your sister Alan. What's the matter? Now that Wen Yunlan was twisted by me, you have come to grab me?"

Wen Yunlan's neck was broken by me...

I broke my neck...

Wen Yuanwei felt cold on the back of her neck, her face was pale, but she was still quibbling in her mouth, "After all, you are my dear sister."

There was a stormy sea in my heart.

He only heard that sister Alan had passed away, but he didn't know what happened in it.

Many people didn't know when I asked, and I didn't even say anything when I asked Ada.

He didn't expect that Sister Alan was broken her neck by Wen Xiaoyu!

Her neck was broken...It was so painful and painful for sister Alan at that time.

But even if Wen Yuanwei was no longer dissatisfied, he dared not express his dissatisfaction. He lowered his head and drooped the corners of his mouth to fully express his unhappiness.

Rong Huang didn't care about him. He was just getting a headache from the long commentary on the memorial. Isn't it right to find someone to vent his anger?

"Do you know what you look like?" Rong Huang played with the blue and white jade jue on his waist, "Like a poor relative who beats the autumn wind."

Princess Yile: "..."

Wen Yuanwei: "..."

Princess Yile's face finally sank, and she blamed it unhappily, "Ayu, how can you say that to your brother?"

Wen Yuanwei followed, with an expression of dissatisfaction, "We only came into the palace because we missed you, and never wanted to ask you for any benefit."

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows, oh, the ending sounded upward, and the pear vortex on his cheeks loomed, "Really?"