Feng Yunqing looked at the old man's change in surprise, then turned to look at Chu Zhaoyan again, and suddenly sighed, why did she forget it? This is an ancient era where men are superior to women! Seven-in-one sins, especially the jealousy of his wife, is a serious sin.

He immediately looked at Wang Lingran with pity. He thought she didn't expect that she would backfire today! He knelt down to cure her, but he didn't expect that Chu Zhaoyan would divorce his wife and lost her wealth.

"Brush!" Chu Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to Feng Yunqing.

Feng Yun looked at the hand that stretched out to her, and was stunned for a moment. Then he looked up and looked into Chu Zhaoyan's serious expression, frowned, pursed his lips, and then spoke slowly, with a light voice: "The prince divorces his wife, it is really a big deal, and he can't play tricks. Moreover, this situation seems to be a bit unsuitable. It's better to ask His Royal Highness and the Princess to go back to his home and close the door, and make a good decision."

Hearing Feng Yunqing's words, Prime Minister Wang looked at Feng Yunqing and found that she was really beautiful, with a very light face and a very light voice. Her eyes as clear as water were clear and unwavering, and she was stunned.

Wang Lingran was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at Feng Yunqing gratefully. She felt more than regretful. She shouldn't have provoked Feng Yunqing at all and touched the bottom line of His Royal Highness the Prince. Although he has kept her in the Prince's Mansion in the past three years, although she has never stepped into her room, she has never had less food and clothing.

"What else do I have to discuss when I divorce my wife? I will borrow my pen." Chu Zhaoyan listened to Feng Yunqing's words and looked at her calm little face. She felt a sense of discomfort. This woman didn't care about him at all. She suddenly felt extremely sour and said coldly in a deep voice.

"No!" Feng Yun shook his head lightly and said lightly.

"You..." Chu Zhaoyan looked at Feng Yunqing in anger and suddenly stretched out his hand and turned around. He pulled Feng Yunqing's sleeves, and a clear sound of cloth tearing. Feng Yunqing's sleeves had been removed, revealing his white arms.

"Why are you pulling my sleeve?" Feng Yun looked at the remaining half of his sleeve and said angrily: "This dress is a thousand taels of silver!"

Chu Zhaoyan gave Fengyun a light look: "My people will be yours from now on. Why do you talk about silver? I wonder if it will hurt your relationship?"

"You..." Feng Yunqing almost couldn't get up in one breath, and looked at him angrily: "Why didn't you pull your own sleeve?"

"Your convenience!" Chu Zhaoyan's eyes were stained with a smile, and she reached out and shook half of Fengyun's light sleeves. Then she gently stroked her fingertips, and the sleeves were torn apart again, turning into a piece of silk cloth, white and dusty. She sighed: "The best thousand silk brocade is good, I think it's comfortable to write."

"Bastard!" Feng Yun scolded angrily. He looked at the white cloth on her sleeve and saw what he had written.

Ruyu's hand was placed on her lips, and Chu Zhaoyan suddenly smiled at Feng Yunqing and was about to bite her fingers.

Damn! This guy actually wants to write a blood book? Feng Yun turned his face and stopped looking at him.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince... I am wrong, I know I am wrong..." Wang Lingran saw that Chu Zhaoyan really wanted to write a divorce letter, and he also had to write with the blood biting his fingers. He immediately crawled towards Chu Zhaoyan with his knees and begged to cry.

Chu Zhaoyan's eyes turned cold, and then his fingertips bite it, without a trace of pause, and a drop of blood dripped down and he was about to write to the white cloth.

"Miss Feng Qi has no gongsha, Princess, Princess, you all see, Miss Feng Qi has no gongsha..." The maid who had just been beaten to her and suddenly stared at Feng Yunqing's arm and screamed.

Feng Yunqing was stunned and looked down at his arm. The women in this world all had gongsha, and they were left arm. She was close to Chu Zhaoyan and pulled off the sleeve of the left arm. She frowned slightly, and then she looked faint. She didn't have it at all, but she didn't tell the world that she had it? Her reputation is like this now, and no one would believe it. Thinking of Mei Ruxue's dead fox, I felt very resentful.

Hearing this, Chu Zhaoyan's hand paused suddenly, turned to look at Feng Yunqing's arm, and then tightened his eyes. Wang Lingran's kneeling and cried and begging stopped immediately, and also looked at Feng Yunqing's smooth arm with less sleeves, and immediately said: "Yes, she has no gongsha, her gongsha is broken..."

Prime Minister Wang's old eyes were immediately stained with a glimmer of hope, and then he looked at Feng Yunqing's stunned expression and Chu Zhaoyan's look at Feng Yunqing's arm and smiled coldly: "Your Highness the Crown Prince still wants to divorce his wife? Ling Ran has no place to be sorry for Your Highness the Crown Prince."

After Prime Minister Wang finished speaking, Wang Lingran immediately pulled up his sleeves, and the vermilion-red archery sand was bright and dazzling.

Damn! Is there any comparison? Isn’t it said that women in this world are reserved? Now it is the second time that Wang Lingran has exposed her sleeves. There are still many Feng Mansion guards standing at her gate! Feng Yunqing’s face remained unchanged and he didn’t speak. He just looked at it calmly.

Chu Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, then looked up and looked at Feng Yun's indifferent little face, then slowly looked away, looked at Wang Lingran, who had climbed to the threshold, and retracted her gaze coldly. One hand was scattered on the palm of his hand, and the other finger touched the silk cloth on his hand. He did not stop, and he squeezed out blood with his fingertips. His fingers moved slightly, and he really started writing.

"No..." Wang Lingran exclaimed, his body was so soft that he could not climb any more. He just looked at Chu Zhaoyan's hand writing in horror.

"Chu Zhaoyan! You dare, if you dare... I will go to the palace to find the emperor to make the decision!" Prime Minister Wang was so anxious that he was about to jump out of the carriage. He was unstable and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, a guard who was rushing to drive the carriage quickly took action to support him. His body trembled and pointed at Chu Zhaoyan with his fingers trembling.

Feng Yun frowned and looked at Chu Zhaoyan. She thought that this was really not a joke. She had already said it very clearly. It was not her business. She didn't promise this guy. The mask was not something she was willing to accept, but he forced it in. However, he felt a little uncomfortable and immediately stopped his hand writing. The two big-character divorce letters were clearly reflected in front of her. Rushui's eyes looked at Chu Zhaoyan seriously, and Feng Yun slowly said: "This is really not a joke. Do you have to think about it? I didn't promise anything to you. Zangjiao Pavilion is just a joke. Don't take it seriously. Also, if your father blames you, your position as the prince will be insured."

"Do you care about me? Or is it my position as the crown prince?" Chu Zhaoyan raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Yunqing.

Feng Yun frowned lightly and looked at Chu Zhaoyan: "What do I care about you? Whether you are the prince or not has nothing to do with me. Your princess is very good, and Wang Cheng is also against you..."

"Okay! Why are you so stubborn? I know what I am doing. If you have this time, why don't you ask someone to clean up my Xiangxue Pavilion and I'll go to bed later." Chu Zhaoyan pushed Fengyun Qing's hand away and continued to write.

Feng Yun looked at Chu Zhaoyan. This guy was not joking. Then she frowned and stood beside her. She paused hard as Chu Zhaoyan's last word, spread the white cloth, shook slightly, and threw the white cloth with blood letters in front of Wang Lingran.

Chu Zhaoyan's voice was cold and quiet: "Your divorce letter. From now on, men and women have nothing to do with marriage."

I felt a thrust in my heart. Who in the world dares to marry a woman who has been divorced? I guess there is only one move, which is to hang myself!

Wang Lingran looked at the divorce letter flying in front of him, tremblingly stretched out his hand, and just glanced at it, his body suddenly fell and he fainted.

"Ling Ran..." Prime Minister Wang trembled and immediately rushed to his daughter.

"Crown Princess..." The four maids immediately rushed forward and helped Wang Lingran.

"Hello Chu Zhaoyan, hello... The old minister is going to the palace to find the emperor!" Prime Minister Wang picked up the divorce letter on the ground, held it tightly in his hand, and looked at Chu Zhaoyan angrily. He actually watched Chu Zhaoyan divorce his daughter with his own eyes. How could he feel?

"Prime Minister Wang please leave!" Chu Zhaoyan nodded immediately and made a gesture of respect. His handsome eyes coldly glanced at Wang Lingran who was fainted and unconscious in his arms and was held in his maid's arms: "Now she is no longer the princess's concubine, so Prime Minister Wang will take your daughter back!"

After saying that, he reached out and pulled Fengyun Qing's hand, and said in a gentle and low voice: "Do you still care about these hard things and do, let's go back to bed."

The face twitched, Feng Yun glanced at Chu Zhaoyan lightly, then looked at Prime Minister Wang and looked at Chu Zhaoyan and her tightly. He sighed in his heart, and did not withdraw his hand held by Chu Zhaoyan. He walked inside as he stepped inside. Seeing Zhang Yan and the guards' chins had fallen to the ground, Qingling suddenly said in a clear voice: "Close the door!"

"Yes, Miss Seven." Zhang Yan woke up immediately and immediately reached out and closed the door. His waist was straight, and he felt that his value had increased more than just one point. The most noble Concubine De in the palace, His Royal Highness, the Emperor's favorite Seven Princess, the Crown Princess, and the Crown Princess, and Prime Minister Wang, who is not a powerful figure with a background, and it is not the seventh Miss of his family who has the best say.

"Let's go! Carry your master into the car and follow me into the palace!" Prime Minister Wang stomped his feet angrily, glanced at the four maids holding Wang Lingran, and immediately said angrily.

"Yes, Prime Minister!" Four soft voices came and carried Wang Lingran into the car. Prime Minister Wang and four maids got into the car, and then the carriage drove up quickly and steadily and headed towards the palace.

Listening to the direction where the parking car was driving away outside, Prime Minister Wang really took Wang Lingran to the palace. Fengyun turned his eyes lightly and looked at Chu Zhaoyan. He saw Chu Zhaoyan walking casually, looking at the scenery of Feng Mansion novelly, similar to that of Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden.
Chapter completed!