Dressed as the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife of the Regent

  Chapter 347 That’s My Man

   “Go ahead. Anyway, we are all so familiar. I don’t need you to accompany me. I can do it alone.” Atuo Jiang said with a wink, and said generously.

  Wen Yiyi gave a light cough, and said in a concealed manner: “Well then, I’ll just go over and take a look. Maybe our prince came to me, because there is something to order.”

   “Okay, let’s go.” Atuo Jiang Hua saw through her at a glance, and said meaningfully, “Enjoy.”

  Wen Yiyi, who was wearing shoes, heard this, and the shoes “clicked”, fell to the ground, turned her head, blushed, and muttered, “What are you talking about?”

Ato Jianghua lay on her back on the bed, playing with her hair, and said with a smile: “Your prince looks good, although he looks unfavorable, but he can see that he has a very good figure. I am afraid it is in the dreams of many girls. People.”

  Wen Yiyi almost flowed back when he heard it. He narrowed his eyes and said fiercely: “Who dares? That’s my man!”

  Atuo Jianghua blinked, “I know, but after all, you are nameless, and what will happen in the future is unknown.”

  Wen Yiyi calmed down and raised her eyebrows to look at her, “Who said that? I don’t know how many times my prince and I have slept. You think everyone is just like you, just a title.”

Ato Jiang Hua choked, “I really want to have something with my emperor, but the problem is that they won’t give me a chance. Moreover, in such a comparison, I suddenly felt that the emperor’s body is too weak, and it shouldn’t be worth seeing. , Unlike the regent, who can be literary and military, let people…”

“Hold it off.” Wen Xiyi heard the more and more something was wrong, and quickly interrupted her conjecture, “My prince is naturally the best man in this world, but he already has me, so you can die. We have a lot of friendship, but if you dare to hit my man’s idea, I won’t be polite to you.”

  Atuo Jianghua rolled her eyes, “No matter how much I lack a man, I won’t be able to make good decisions with my friend’s husband.

  Wen Yiyi glanced at her, “Then what have you done now?”

  Atuo Jianghua was stunned.

  Wen Yiyi continued: “The emperor is not a beloved person. As you said, you don’t have to practice yourself like that.”

“But I’m already in the palace.” Atuo Jianghua sighed, a little distressed, and then said again, “You have a saying in your great cause, saying that you will be the end. Although we don’t have so many rules when we return to Xinjiang, I also have it. Virtuous. Now that he is identified, he has to be devoted to him.”

  Wen Yiyi touched her forehead, “Why are you still unable to figure it out? The emperor’s three palaces and six hospitals, with countless women around him, how can you treat him so desperately? People don’t care at all.”

  Atuo Jianghua lay on the edge of the bed, silent, playing with the tassels on the sheets.

  Wen Yiyi saw this, knowing that she couldn’t listen to her words, so she didn’t say more.

  As a friend, she has already advised what should be advised, and she has to figure it out for the rest.

She got up and went to the dressing room, changed her dress and came out, and saw Ato Jianghua sitting on the bed cross-legged, with an empty box beside her, and a painting in front of her. She lowered her head and bit her fingers. , But stared at the portrait with piercing eyes.

  At first, she didn’t care, but she quickly thought of something, screamed, rushed over, frustrated, “What are you doing messing around with me?” She rolled up the painting indiscriminately.

  (End of this chapter)