Wisteria Xiaozhu, the maid Lilac hurriedly ran into the deserted room: "Madam, madam, the prince is coming to us." ”

Leng Qinglang was leaning lazily on the couch, and got up with a surprise on his face: "The prince is here?" Quick, hurry up and freshen up and change my clothes. ”

Zhao's mother was calm, and took out a thin and slippery silk regular dress from the suitcase: "What are you doing to freshen up?" Dressed up as if he was going to court, where would a man be interested in seeing it? Hurry up and change this Luo skirt. ”

Leng Qinglang was in a hurry for a while, took off the somewhat wrinkled skirt on her body, and Zhao's mother immediately rolled it up and handed it to the little girl behind her and asked her to pick it up. Then wait for Leng Qinglang to put on his new regular clothes.

Although it is not as thin as a cicada's wings, it is worn on the body, under the shadow of the candle, the body lines are looming, full of temptation.

Leng Qinglang was a little embarrassed for a while: "It's too thorough." ”

Mother Zhao pulled off the golden hairpin on her bun, and her hair fell down like a waterfall, adding a touch of laziness and coquettishness: "Just lie on the couch, you don't have to go to the ground." ”

Murong Qi had already strode into the Wisteria Building with his head held high, with a hurried anger. Lilac hurriedly curtsied and saluted.

"What about Zhiqiu?" Murong Qi asked.

Lilac was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand and pointed to Zhiqiu's room.

Murong Qi limped and pushed the door in without hesitation.

Zhiqiu didn't expect that Murong Qi would come to him, so he got up in amazement and stretched the clothes on his body, a little at a loss.

"Lord Wang?"

Murong Qi paused at her door, a little hesitant, whether to enter by himself or not. Why do I often lose my cool lately, get hot-headed for a while, and run to this girl's room to do something?

Zhiqiu's kung fu reacted after a while, and he was instantly overwhelmed by joy: "The prince, please come in, the slave and maid are shabby here, and the prince has been wronged." ”

The room was cleaned up and tidy, even the carved stepping bed and bedding were brand new. Leng Qinglang has done a good job of saving face.

Murong Qi raised his legs and stepped in. The door closed behind him, silent.

Lilac took a look at the main house, lifted the curtain and went in, and cautiously replied: "Mrs. Qiyu, the prince went directly to Zhiqiu's room. ”

"What?" Leng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly sank: "Fox spirit!" ”

She got up from the bed and was about to rush out, but was stopped by Zhao's mother: "Madam, what are you going to do?" ”

Leng Qinglang said viciously: "What can I do? As the master, I haven't accepted the favor yet, can I let her be a girl first? After that, will there still be a place for me in this palace? ”

"Madame understands the truth, how can the prince not understand?"

Leng Qinglang was stunned: "Mother Zhao, what do you mean by this?" ”

Mother Zhao lowered her head: "I'm afraid that the prince will be like a mirror in his heart, and understand that yesterday's incident was the fault of the old slave, this is to be angry with you, Madame, and deliberately do it for you." If you go to stir it up again, the prince will definitely not be happy. ”

Leng Qinglang slowly retreated, his face a little depressed: "In this way, isn't it still that I lost?" was actually put on a stand by this girl? ”

Zhao's mother confessed in annoyance: "It's all the old slave's momentary negligence." ”

Leng Qinglang dispelled the urge of Xingshi to ask for guilt, sat down, and was stunned for a long time, only to feel that his heart was like frying oil, and it was very difficult.

Twisted his face and asked Zhao's mother: "Is the prince gone?" ”

Mother Zhao shook her head: "I didn't leave, and besides, the candle flame went out." ”

Leng Qinglang's whole body bounced: "I have been married into the palace for so long, and the prince has never stayed in my house, so he stayed in that vixen's room?" ”

She gasped twice: "Mother Zhao, I really can't swallow this breath, you go and knock on the door, just say, just say that I fainted and am sick!" ”

Mother Zhao stood still: "Madam, it's not appropriate to do this." ”

"When is it, do you care if she is suitable or not? If he Murong Qi doesn't get up from her Zhiqiu's body, I will hang myself on the beam of the house today. ”

Mother Zhao sighed: "Madam, what's the matter, isn't it boring to be self-deprecating?" ”

Leng Qinglang clenched her teeth, jealousy and hatred had made her lose her mind: "Let you go, you will go!" What a rambling thing! ”

Zhao's mother hesitated, but she couldn't resist her, opened the door and went out, Leng Qinglang was in front of the window, listening with her ears open.

Mother Zhao walked to the side room and knocked on the door twice cautiously, but there was no movement. Then keep knocking.

Zhiqiu's voice came from inside: "Who?" ”

"Madame fainted, Zhiqiu, where did you put the medicine that Madame takes on weekdays?"

The door didn't open after waiting for a long time, and then Zhiqiu replied through the door: "The prince said that you can't take medicine indiscriminately, so Mother Zhao should go and ask Langzhong in the house to take a look." ”

Mother Zhao didn't say anything more, and turned around and came back.

Leng Qinglang was so angry that he cried.

"How can he do this to me, isn't that deliberately humiliating me? What is the meaning of my life? ”

While crying, he counted down mournfully.

The door to Zhiqiu's room was still closed.

Later, until the second half of the night, Murong Qi did not leave. Leng Qinglang was tired, sleepy, and couldn't stand it, his body was crooked, and he fell asleep with tears on his face.

When I woke up the next day, I was dizzy and dizzy, and my eyelids were heavy and swollen like walnuts.

Zhiqiu and Zhao's mother were waiting in the room outside, heard the movement, and walked in.

Zhiqiu held the basin of water in his hand, and walked trembling, with a tired face. I was so tired from tossing and turning last night.

She came over with a wet handkerchief and handed it to Leng Qinglang: "Miss, wipe your face." ”

The collar was wrong, and there were faint traces of happiness between the necks.

Leng Qinglang stared at her like a vicious rattlesnake: "The prince is gone?" ”

Zhiqiu nodded: "Let's go." ”

"When did you leave?"

"When it's almost dawn."

"Tired?"

Zhiqiu hesitated for a moment, and slowly spit out his lips: "Tired." ”

The handkerchief in Leng Qinglang's hand flicked it towards her face: "Why don't you die if you're tired?" Have you never seen a man in 800 lifetimes? Look at your half-dead appearance, who are you looking at? Can't you stand before me? What are the two legs trembling? ”

Zhiqiu didn't dare to talk back, and was silent and didn't speak.

"I am so ungrateful that you are so ungrateful. Why didn't you see through your vixen's skin earlier? ”

Leng Qinglang continued to babble and scold, the more she scolded, the more angry she became, and she couldn't wait to step forward and scratch her face. But Zhiqiu is now Murong Qi's person, and she doesn't dare to do it, for fear of ruining her image in Murong Qi's heart.

She called Zhao's mother: "Zhiqiu is now the prince's person, and there are some rules that need to be taught." You were originally a mother-in-law with a head and face in Shangshu Mansion, and I heard that you were teaching the rules when your cousins in the mansion got married. Zhiqiu will be handed over to you. ”

Borrow a knife to kill.