Liancheng's answer undoubtedly made Gu Siyu's face pale: "Cousin......"

"Liancheng, Erniang is also for your good."

Ignoring Gu Siyu anymore, Lin Shimeng got what she wanted and smiled.

The supper was dispersed in the hearts of the people.

Shangguan Ya's face was slightly cold when her daughter was rejected, and Gu Qingzhi's lips were full of sarcasm...... As for Shangguan Ming's indifference and meaninglessness, Lin Shihan was full of worries, Lin Shimeng and Shangguan Ying achieved their goals, and they were all happy.

After eating, Baguio was taken down and arranged to live, which was naturally quite close to Liancheng.

Liancheng glanced at Baguio unintentionally, and remained indifferent: Lin Shimeng is for her good? Unless, the sun hits the west and comes out!

"Childe, someone in the palace sent you medicine for your wounds."

After comforting his mother, on the way back to the house, he met the executive's family hurrying over, followed by the servant who served the medicine.

"In the palace?"

Liancheng frowned, and he didn't know who it was for a while...... Until, the executive's family said: "It is said that it is the person of the Seventh Prince." ”

"Jun Mobai?!"

After a moment of surprise, I saw that the executive's family and the servant looked stiff together, and quickly changed his words: "I mean, the Seventh Prince's ......"

The name of the royal family cannot be said lightly, which is a big taboo.

It's just that you can't blame her, it's really unexpected...... What's going on? Erniang just cared about her daily life, and Jun Mobai came to care about her injuries again!

She won't forget it, Erniang seems to hate her very much, and Jun Mobai is the culprit who made the wound open...... sneered in his heart: I can't guess their purpose, just see the move.

I returned to the room with the wound medicine, but I left it aside and did not use it.

Take out the phoenix with a broken string, and Liancheng carefully repairs the broken string.

Playing the piano, cultivating one's self-cultivation, purifying the soul, and being loved by others.

However, the Fengqiu Huang strings are special, and they are not ordinary guqin practices, and they can't figure out the way for a long time...... In order not to damage it, Liancheng put it away on the desk, thinking of finding a luthier to repair it.

Strip your clothes and unload your hair, and you want to be on. Bed rest.

"Whew-"

With a slight wind, the candlelight was abruptly extinguished.

The whole room was instantly plunged into darkness, leaving only a little moonlight spilling in through the cracks.

Lian Cheng's heart sank, and he retreated to the side of the bed and looked around cautiously: "Who?" ”

Before the words fell, a shadow quietly entered the room, and then stretched out his hand to Liancheng accurately...... Unprepared, Liancheng was caught and held tightly in his arms, and for a while the faint fragrance of peach blossoms lingered in his nose.

Just as she was about to shout, the person who was a head taller than her covered her mouth at the right time: "Shhh, Liancheng, don't scream." ”

The indifferent words fell on his ears, and Liancheng's heart sank...... Jun Mobai? How is he!

Thinking like this, the wound on his arm, which he had unintentionally touched, began to ache...... Thinking that it was he who caused her pain, Liancheng couldn't help but sink his eyes: "I didn't expect the dignified Seventh Prince, and the Mansion Breaker. Etiquette fetish! ”

When the words fell, his body suddenly tightened, as if he was angry and pushed harder...... For him like this, he felt a deep displeasure, and couldn't help but struggle to get out of his arms.

He approached, she fled, and the two of them were ambiguous from time to time. Ambiguous clinging together.

In the end, it was unstable, and Liancheng was pressed by Jun Mobai and fell towards the bed at the back......