Rong Xijue sat down and walked back to the East Palace, and he saw the scene of the eagle holding a chicken in the sky, and before he could see the face of the woman above, his eyes suddenly shrank, and the body was together, the meteor moved over several palace walls and bungalows, and the rabbit fell on the city wall.

When Guang Ningwei saw his master appear, he immediately took action, and out of nowhere he got out of a few sturdy figures to keep up as soon as possible.

When she saw that the woman with Ah Hu's claws was indeed Ling makeup, Rong Xijue's face turned pale, and her fingers curled her fingers and blew a sharp whistle between her lips.

Ah Hu was startled, and his claws immediately loosened.

Ling Xiang only felt her shoulders loosen and fell down sharply, but fortunately she was holding the vulture foot in her hand, and this accident did not cause her to fall directly.

Rong Xijue was also shocked into a cold sweat, and shouted: "Beast!

Ah Hu seemed a little frightened, hovering in the air and refusing to fly over.

After all, the boudoir woman has not practiced arm strength, the dead bird does not grasp it, and only relies on Ling makeup to play a single pole in the air, it is really difficult to support, she just relies on a breath of energy, and she does not dare to speak again at this time, and Sakura almost bites her lips and does not know it.

Rong Xijue was furious, snatched the bow and arrow worn by a Guangning Wei next to him, and aimed with his bow and arrow, "Say it one last time, come down!"

Xu is Ah Hu has been on the expedition many times, and he has seen the power of the master's bow and arrow, and he has already become a frightened bird, and he no longer dares to delay, and flies over quickly.

Skimming over the city wall, Ling Xiang felt that it didn't seem to have the intention of staying, his eyes closed, and he let go and fell.

She didn't fall as she imagined, and a pair of strong arms caught her steadily, and she was immediately relieved. I only feel that my whole body is out of strength.

Rong Xijue hugged Ling Makeup tightly in his arms, his face was as cold as ice, and he looked down at the person in his arms. I saw her long eyelashes tremble slightly, opened her eyes, and smiled weakly at him.

The jade-dyed rouge peach blossom jade face has become a blank paper, but not only did not cry, but there was a stubborn strength.

Rong Xijue only felt that his heart was tight, and the woman in the Jiangnan Water Town was not like this in his impression. However, at this time, her appearance made him even more tempted.

He picked her up and walked along the slow path to Hanzhang Palace.

Several Guangning guards silently followed. Suddenly, the prince said: "Catch that beast, lock it with an iron chain, and don't let it out again." ”

People shouldn't be like beasts, and Ah Hutai also likes Ling Makeup to play with her. It's just that the way of playing is hard to accept.

However, Ling Makeup is in a weak state. It's better to let it suffer a little, so as not to come out like this from time to time, then this vulture is really a terrible position.

Both of them had palpitations, and when Ling Xiang came back to his senses, he found that he had been taken to the East Warm Pavilion of Hanzhang Hall again.

There was no need for the prince's orders, Chief Manager He had already sent the imperial doctor over.

Yao Yulian and Yang Shuxiu followed the hall and didn't dare to come out, and He Basi waved his hand a few times. Only then did he step forward to put a veil on the master's wrist.

Rong Xijue sat in front of the south window and stared at the imperial doctor, bluffing the imperial doctor's fingers. It took a long time to meet the pulse.

"Back to His Highness, the selection of servants is just too frightened, and it is not a big deal. ”

Rong Xijue glanced at Ling Makeup, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "Prescribe medicine." ”

The imperial doctor kowtowed: "The minister prescribes a prescription to nourish the heart and soothe the liver, relieve depression and calm the nerves, and drink it after the meal." ”

Sun Chuli saw the prince's promise, and hurriedly took the imperial doctor out to prescribe medicine.

"Quimity", Ling Xiang lowered his head and scolded in his heart, there was a pain in his shoulder, and bruises and bruises were inevitable, but fortunately, it could be concluded that he did not hurt his bones.

A faint agarwood fragrance lingered around the nose in the room, as if she had never smelled it two times before, she looked at it lightly, and saw a big agarwood mountain on the empty gold brick floor, natural and clumsy, noble and elegant, but a layer higher than incense.

Rong Xijue waved his hand and ordered everyone to go down, and said, "Don't be summoned, don't enter." ”

Ling Xiang watched in a daze as he turned out a glass bottle from the carved cabinet drawer on the side of the big kang, and then hooked the bottle with one hand and closed the curtain of Huang Aya with two "brushes".

The room was suddenly yellow, and I didn't know what he wanted, Ling Xiang's heart was beating fast.

Rong Xijue sat beside her, and her snow-clear face seemed to be stained with a trace of fire and clouds.

This distance made Ling Xiang very cramped, and he encouraged him to move his body and want to sit farther away.

"Don't move, take off your shirt. ”

His voice was rough, and when Ling Xiang heard this, he knew that he should help him see the injury, his cheeks were also red, and he said with a little panic: "Don't dare to work Your Highness, the slave and maid will go back to the room and let the maid help." ”

Rong Xijue frowned, put the glass bottle on the kang table, and reached out to help.

Ling Xiang grabbed his collar and was shocked, looking at the fairy-like person, is it like a bandit?

"I have hugged you in public, what are you going to do?"

Ling Xiang followed his words: "What?"

Rong Xijue raised her eyebrows: "The woman of the Central Plains, let the man hug her, don't you have to marry him?"

A natural, unquestionable look, with his excellent appearance, is not annoying.

Ling Jiao then remembered that he had indeed been carried back to Hanzhang Hall by him in front of everyone just now, but after being ashamed, he was depressed and a little self-deprecating, and said in a low voice: "How can the identity of a slave and maid be worthy of marrying, not to mention that she is already a woman who has lost her temperament, Your Highness wants to judge Zhenlie, that is to force the slave and maid to cut themselves." ”

Rong Xijue's eyebrows became more and more raised, but she didn't argue with her, and as soon as she used her hand, she "tore" her top and pulled her shirt above the chest line.

Ling Xiang hurriedly pressed it on his chest, Rao was bold, he had never seen such a person, but his mind was already very clear, and he didn't dare to compete with the crown prince at all, he only felt that his eyes were hot, and he was ashamed and annoyed.

There are large patches of red and even purple on the soft and boneless shoulders, but fortunately through the thick cotton clothes, otherwise the skin will definitely be open.

Rong Xijue saw the curdled skin, the thin and delicate collarbones, the nose was hot, and she lost her mind for a while.

He turned her whole body away from him, gathered his attention, and opened the glass bottle.

The smell of medicinal wine spread, slightly spicy and pungent, and he rubbed his big palm on the soft and boneless shoulder, and began to use it very lightly, making himself hot and dry, and after a while, he increased his strength.

Ling Xiang only felt that the medicinal wine had a penetrating power, and it penetrated into his skin through his rough palm, gradually relieving the pain.

She seemed to have paid attention to the prince's hand, and only thought that it was more delicate than porcelain, but at this time she realized that it was a pair of hands that were firm and warm and left many stories. Those cocoons were very comfortable on the skin, and he was skillful, which made her a little distracted, and even imagined the desert wind and the light bow of the sea.

If, if you go back a few years, she is still the daughter of Ling Bancheng by the West Lake, I am afraid that she will indulge in such warmth and hold it tightly in her hands, and at this time......

Ling Xiang lowered his head, silently sad, and kept reminding himself in his heart that he no longer had the power to grasp this warmth.

After rubbing away the bruises, Rong Xijue put back her clothes, and saw that the collar had been torn by herself, and she was stunned. (To be continued.) )