"In another hour will be the time for him to go to court, why is he getting up so early today?" Wen Yingsu deliberately pretended to be confused. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She returned a day earlier than the original time, so today is still her day off, which the prince knows if he asks Gonggong Lin or Yaoxue casually.

It can be seen that he has something to see her.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's because he wants to see you that he gets up early." Yaoxue said angrily.

"Did he say he was looking for me for something?" Yingsu was still sitting on the bed, looking at Yaoxue and asked vigilantly.

"I didn't say it."

"Does he look tall today?"

"You know he's always moody."

Yingsu sighed secretly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

That's it, that's it, let's talk about it later.

"We have to hurry, so that he won't be unhappy after waiting for a long time." Yaoxue urged.

Yingsu nodded, quickly took a light-colored small flower skirt and put it on, and skillfully combed a hanging bun, and followed Yaoxue to the prince's living room.

As soon as she entered the hall, Yingsu saw Lin Jian standing beside the prince, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Lin Jian usually came in when the prince was about to go out.

Wen Yingsu shook her head, not daring to think deeply.

The crown prince Zhao Yuliang was having breakfast.

On the table are four or five dim sum of different colors and shapes, a plate of cold cucumbers, and a bowl of millet porridge.

The prince ate unhurriedly.

He doesn't like people talking in front of him when he eats, so it's quiet in the house.

Ying calmed down and stepped forward to salute him.

Zhao Yuliang then put down the dishes and chopsticks and waved his hand at the two palace maids who were waiting for the meal. The two palace maids immediately put the food on the table into the food box with their hands and feet, and then quickly retreated with the food box.

"You can go out too." The prince said to Yaoxue.

Yao Xue glanced at Yingsu and bowed quietly. When she arrived at the door, Yaoxue closed the door again.

There were only three people left in the house: the prince, Lin Gonggong and Wen Yingsu.

Yingsu suddenly nervous for no reason.

But the experience of more than half a year has also made her bolder than before, so she will not panic.

The prince got up and came to Yingsu and looked at her with both hands.

He was tall and she was petite, so he had to bend his head slightly to see her expression.

Although she had the same look as Tarzan had collapsed on the surface, he could still feel it—she was still a little panicked as he stared at her.

The prince looked at her quietly, and saw that her face was red, her breathing was chaotic, and fine sweat was oozing from her forehead.

The prince smiled coldly, and finally spoke: "Do you have a special preference for men with moles on their foreheads?" ”

Ying Su hurriedly looked at him with frightened eyes.

Well, he knew about her secret visit to the seven.

Obviously, she was already acting very carefully, why was she still targeted by his people?

Yingsu lowered her head, pondering how to answer.

The prince sat down in the chair in front of her, and looked up at her slightly.

From the angle he was in now, he could see her face no matter how low she hung her head.

He looked at her with half-squinted eyes, his expression calm and his eyes fiery.

Yingsu suddenly felt like a prey with no way to escape.

If she hadn't returned to the East Palace this time, would she have escaped this catastrophe? But if she hadn't returned, she would never have known the truth about it. However, is it still possible for her to learn the truth now?

Yes, for her, she is now at a dead end.

Because of this, she suddenly had the courage to give it a go.

"Yes." Yingsu replied.

The prince's face suddenly showed a playful look, and he looked at her with blazing eyes and asked, "What are you seeing them for?" In order to choose one of them to be your husband? ”

"This is a private matter of the slave maid, and it has nothing to do with His Highness."

"Huh." Zhao Yuliang sneered twice and said, "What do you think of the East Palace?" A stage for you to play? ”

Wen Yingsu did not answer.

"If you want to play tricks, even if you go outside to play, this palace will never care about you, but if you use the people of this palace to play, this palace can't ignore it." Zhao Yuliang said.

Wen Yingsu still didn't answer.

Zhao Yuliang stared at her fiercely for a while, and suddenly asked sharply: "Say, what is the purpose of your doing this?" ”

Wen Yingsu gritted her teeth and replied, "There is no purpose. ”

Zhao Yuliang stood up silently and said, "It seems that you treat me like a three-year-old child." With that, he stretched out his hand to pass the dust whisk in Lin Frame's hand, and threw it towards Wen Yingsu's back.

There was a crisp sound of "pop" in the room.

The prince has practiced martial arts, and he used real power when he threw it out, so his strength can be imagined.

Wen Yingsu only felt a sharp pain in her back, and she suddenly stood unsteadily, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuliang looked at Wen Yingsu, who fell to the ground, and asked coldly, "Do you want to say it?" ”

Wen Yingsu was so dizzy that she felt that the flesh on her back seemed to be completely cracked, so she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Hearing him ask, she knew that he was angry. Gonggong Lin once told her that the prince especially hated people who played tricks on him.

But what was she supposed to tell him? What good is it for those grievances and hatreds that have not yet been sorted out to speak out at this time?

But if she didn't say it, he wouldn't let her go.

Since both horizontal and vertical are dead, then it's better to simply say nothing.

So Wen Yingsu replied: "The slave has nothing to say. ”

Zhao Yuliang sneered: "It's quite tough. After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand, and shook it fiercely with a whisk of dust.

The sound of "pop" was louder than the previous one.

Wen Yingsu only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and she couldn't help but snort.

Lin Frame hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness......"

Zhao Yuliang said: "The palace has its own measure, you dodge away." ”

Lin Frame had no choice but to step back to the side and look worried.

The prince said that there was measure, and Lin Frame didn't believe it, but this Wen Yingsu looked so delicate......

"Do you say it or don't you say it?" Zhao Yuliang's cold voice came from behind Wen Yingsu.

Wen Yingsu pursed her lips tightly.

The corners of Zhao Yuliang's mouth twitched slightly, and he closed his eyes and shook off the dust again.

At this moment, the clothes on her back were suddenly torn, and blood gushed out along the clothes.

Wen Yingsu felt a fishy sweet liquid flowing from the corner of her mouth, but she no longer had the strength to reach out and wipe it.

Zhao Yuliang squatted down in front of her and asked, "What kind of secret is worth guarding with your life?" ”

His voice this time was unprecedentedly gentle, but Wen Yingsu also sounded unprecedentedly cold.

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Note 1: Whisk dust, the ancient father-in-law or monk held something in his hand, the handle is like an enlarged brush, and a large pinch of long animal hair or silk is attached to the front end, because it can be used to wipe the dust on the table and chair, so it is called dust. (To be continued.) )