At a glance, I understood that this was in ancient times, and I raised a hand and stretched it out in front of my eyes, which was not big, and I could see at a glance that it was the body of a girl.

"Main quest: Survive for three months."

As Wen Qingzhou, the third prince of the Wen Dynasty, who was raised by his own hands, Rong Zhiwei lived in the palace of King Shu as a child daughter-in-law.

Living a carefree life like a rice worm, he is now fourteen years old, and he is about to celebrate his fifteenth birthday, which is about to reach his birthday.

And Mo Jian Tong is a female killer in the palace of the king of Shu.

The whole story is probably connected, that is, the killer princess and the next cousin's wife, the original child daughter-in-law was no match for a killer, and was finally abolished, and the female killer finally counterattacked and became the princess of dreams.

Rong Zhiwei, a child daughter-in-law? She doesn't have a task, anyway, why does she have to stay in this palace to be an eyesore? Isn't it just to survive for three months, and to sneak out and live on your own ability is not enough for three months?

After yawning lazily, Rong Zhiwei closed her eyes, planning to sleep again, anyway, she still has someone to raise for the time being, and there is no need to do anything, why get up early in the morning, I haven't slept lazy for a long time, indulge yourself.

Unexpectedly, just after falling asleep, someone pushed the door in, and estimated that it was Wen Qingzhou, so Rong Zhiwei didn't care too much and continued to sleep on her own.

A beautiful man in a white undershirt with long black hair pushed the door and walked in, and took the door with him, and saw that his little wife who had not yet passed the door was still lying on the bed and sleeping, he hooked his lips and smiled slightly, took two steps forward and walked to the bed, opened the curtain, uncovered the brocade quilt, and got into the quilt.

After closing the two thin layers of curtains, Wen Qingzhou reached out and took Rong Zhiwei into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "My little Weiwei, don't you get up yet?" ”

Rong Zhiwei frowned slightly, not satisfied that someone was disturbing her at this time, so she hummed and chirped twice, and buried her head in Wen Qingzhou's arms.

Wen Qingzhou smiled dotingly, and then closed his eyes, and slept with her for a while, it was too early anyway.

The beautiful and bewitching man smiled at the corner of his lips, hugged the woman in his arms who had not yet reached the end of his life, and lay on the bed sleeping under the brocade quilt, looking so peaceful and beautiful, that people couldn't bear to disturb them.

The early spring scenery outside the dormitory is very beautiful, the young shoots are drawn, the early warblers compete for warmth, and the sun shows half of its head from the east.

About two quarters of an hour later, Wen Qingzhou opened his eyes again, and after seeing that the woman in his arms was still asleep, he kissed her forehead, eyes, the tip of her nose, and then her cherry lips.

Savoring the cherry lips of the woman in her arms.

Rong Zhiwei finally couldn't bear it anymore, opened her big beautiful eyes, and looked at the man in front of her who was doing something to her.

But suddenly, his breath was stagnant.

This is definitely the best-looking man she has ever seen, a beautiful face that is three points better than the demon, only a centimeter away in front of her at the moment, a magnified handsome face, and a pair of beautiful eyes full of tenderness.

Even so, Rong Zhiwei twitched the corner of her eyes, reached out and tried to push him away, but was imprisoned in his arms.

Seeing her wake up, he kissed her forehead again, let go of her a little, hooked his lips and smiled: "Morning." ”

Rong Zhiwei's face darkened: "Why is the prince in my bed?" ”

"Weiwei is a person from my palace, and even more so from this king, why can't this king be in his own bed?" Wen Qingzhou raised his eyebrows, talking serious nonsense.

Rong Zhiwei sat up from the bed: "How can the prince be so unreasonable? ”

Wen Qingzhou followed, also came out of the quilt, sat opposite Rong Zhiwei, and looked at her with a smile: "Although it is said that Weiwei is the wife of this king who has not yet passed the door, how can I say it, she is also a person of this king, and Weiwei can't have a relationship with this king." ”

"Didn't pass the door! The prince also said that he had not passed through the door, and he didn't know that a woman's reputation was the most important? Before you pass the door, you live in the same room and sleep in the same bed, aren't you afraid of being gossiped? "Rong Zhiwei is a little fried, how can this be like this, there is no trace of the prince's cold temperament at all, is it possible that she is dissatisfied with her desires all year round.

It is said that the age gap between the two people is a little old, he is only fourteen years old now, and he will be fifteen soon, and he is ten years older than himself, and the twenty-fourth prince has not yet married, which is a little strange.

"What's that?" Wen Qingzhou smoothed a strand of long hair on the side of his ear behind him, and said nonchalantly: "Everyone knows that Weiwei is the child daughter-in-law of my dream king's mansion, and your reputation almost has anything to do with it, anyway, it is this king who marries you." ”

"..."Crooked! Crooked!

Rong Zhiwei stared at him with big eyes, with a little dissatisfaction in her beautiful eyes.

Wen Qingzhou smiled: "What this king said makes sense?" ”

"Yes, yes, what the prince said makes sense."

"That's it." Wen Qingzhou threw a wink at Rong Zhiwei, seducing all beings, and then stretched out his hand to pull the little Rong Zhiwei into his arms and sit: "But, Weiwei, I can't call you your future husband so unfamiliar." ”

Rong Zhiwei is a little weak, she has always had no way to deal with such a dead-skinned person with no lower limit, and whether she eats soft or hard is the point she can't stand the most, so she can only say rigidly according to the etiquette and rules of ancient women: "This is not in accordance with the rules, Lord Wang." ”

"What's this, this king is the biggest in the palace of the king of Shu, Wei Wei can shout as much as she likes, no one will restrict you."

Sitting in Wen Qingzhou's arms, leaning back against his strong chest, and Wen Qingzhou's hands wrapped around her slender waist, leaning lightly on her ear and whispering, there was constantly a warm breath brushing her cheeks, and the crispy and numb feeling made her heart itch and blush.

After perceiving Rong Zhiwei's shy reaction, Wen Qingzhou smiled softly.

Rong Zhiwei was not convinced, and deliberately moved back a little more, allowing herself to cling to Wen Qingzhou, so that she could feel the indescribable part full of vitality early in the morning.

After realizing this, Rong Zhiwei deliberately showed a surprised expression: "Ah." ”

Then he stretched out his hand and slowly moved back, intending to touch the thing on his waist, and said, "Does the prince still wear armor when he sleeps?" ”

The smile that Wen Qingzhou had been hanging on his face stiffened, and hurriedly reached out to stop Rong Zhiwei's behavior, the expression on his face was a little complicated: "Weiwei, I can't show you this thing yet." ”

"Why? Didn't the prince say that he was the most pleasing to Weiwei? Rong Zhiwei withdrew her hand, and she didn't really want to touch it, frowning lightly and looking a little displeased: "Can't you show Weiwei the things on the prince's body?" ”