Cheng Ying sighed like a spirit, like a basin of cold water poured down from the heavenly spirit cover, what a dream, what a time, suddenly woke up.

What did she do last night?

She rested with an adult man all night, and the palace door was locked, waiting for opportunities with swords and swords outside, and lonely men and widows snuggling inside.

Cheng Ying scolded herself in the bottom of her heart, are you crazy?

This answer is probably yes, the trouble is the trouble, Cheng Yingyan herself can't refute it, say that she is guilty, say that she is out of line, she did it, the key is to think of last night's softness, she feels that if she comes again, she will still choose this way, risking the world's disapproval.

That's her husband, after all. A childhood dream that hasn't been seen for fourteen years.

It was she who took the initiative to lean towards him, drunk in front of him unsuspectingly, and covered him with a bed when she woke up, and his clothes were still covered with his faint fragrance of cinnamon and wine.

However, Zhao Xixing dispatched the whole army to fight such a big battle, surrounding the warm pavilion like a prisoner, she felt that it was a bit of a fuss, after all, although she did something, it was not really what she did.

Besides, in front of the man in the green eyes and purple shirt, she always felt that she was still a five-year-old girl, and she could lean on her father's arm as much as she could.

Anyway, she didn't have the slightest evil thoughts, and the menacing crown prince didn't matter.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in an instant, Cheng Ying's face became more and more confident, and he shouted very calmly to the man in the robe among the thousands of troops: "This girl is sitting upright!" It's just a night's rest, nothing else! ”

Zhao Xixing raised his eyebrows and didn't speak. It's just that the eyes were staring at the woman, red, and the two circles of black under the sockets of the eyes, obviously not sleeping all night.

Could it be that he stayed outside this warm pavilion all night?

Although Cheng Yingyu felt that he hadn't made a big mistake, he couldn't help it. Turning his head to Su Qian, he probed the wind first: "Su Qian, what's going on?" He led an army to besiege all night? Is there a big deal about your injuries? ”

Su Qian wiped the blood on the dagger and glanced at Cheng Ying meaningfully: "It's just a temptation, and it doesn't hurt to make a real move." It's you and the head of the house...... Is it really just a night's rest? ”

"Naturally!" Cheng Yingyu nodded hurriedly, looking at Long Xiaowei who was under the white jade stage, and became more and more aggrieved, "Look, as for him, he can't rely on me if he thinks about it!" ”

Su Qian's eyes flashed: "You can't say that...... Crown prince...... Stayed all night. ”

Cheng Ying's heart ached. Instinctively, she wanted to run towards the man in the robe, and scolded him for everything, but she really didn't know what kind of crime she had committed that was not tolerated by heaven and earth, and she wanted the crown prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty to dispatch Long Xiangwei to take prisoners.

What did he have to do with his husband?

The thought that popped up in Cheng Ying's heart was very natural.

She got down the white jade steps, walked towards the man, parted the dragon guards who were staring at her, and shouted loudly: "It's really nothing! They have all withdrawn, where are the unbelievers! A little drunk, a little drunk, just rested for the night, that's all! ”

However, when Cheng Yingyu walked ten steps away, her footsteps suddenly froze, and she saw Zhao Xixing clearly.

Is this still the bright-faced and high-spirited Chengfeng Lang she knows?

The pale face, flushed with blue, full of fatigue, a pair of eyes were blood-red, staring straight at her, and the white breath exhaled from the tip of the nose was stiff, as if it had been frozen all night.

"Just, this, what?"

The man in the robe finally spoke. The hoarse voice, extremely tired, but flat, suppressed the emotions of the stormy waves.

Cheng Yingyu lowered her head, stirred the corners of her clothes, and apologized for it: "I...... I knew something was wrong, but I really didn't do anything, I just leaned on it, and I didn't count it as good, not to ......"

Zhao Xixing smiled at the corner of his lips, an extremely hoarse sneer, grinding out of his throat, terrifying-

"You, yet, want, how, how."

One word at a time, the cold tone, the earth-shattering anger and death are all approaching the critical point.

Cheng Ying frowned, Zhao Xixing had ever treated her like this, and her words were as cold as interrogating prisoners, so her temper also came up, and she turned around and was about to leave, but she saw the man who had been stiff moved.

He stepped on his right leg.

But as soon as he took half a step, as soon as his foot touched the ground, the whole person was planted on the ground.

"Your Highness!!" Exclamations poured in from all directions. The Wuyang Long Xiangwei instantly caught Zhao Xixing and supported him, looking at Cheng Ying's eyes with resentment.

It's like I've been pestle for too long, my legs and feet are stiff, and my body is unstable as soon as I walk.

Cheng Ying pursed her mouth and didn't speak.

"Get out of the !!" Zhao Xixing shook off Long Xiangwei, who was helping him, staggered, supported his body, and staggered towards Cheng Ying.

The man's pale face, like a ghost in the early morning night, except for his blood-red eyes, burned like two fires, blazing onto the woman who didn't dare to look up.

He walked up to the latter with difficulty, his hands that were blue from the cold, and he grabbed her shoulders tremblingly, and suddenly it seemed as if something had loosened his strings, and his eyes were in a trance.

Fang Cai's still gloomy face suddenly changed his grievances and heartache.

“…… The main hall has been waiting for you all night......"

A low murmur, pouting and helpless, as if it was only spoken to her, like a child.

Cheng Ying's mind buzzed, and it was dull. Immediately helpless to help him, but the man planted himself in front of her.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!!" More than 100 dragon guards rushed up, shouting anxiously and panickedly, after all, the wise and martial saint Donggong had such a gaffe before.

Cheng Ying was squeezed aside. It feels like those soldiers are doing it on purpose.

She looked at Zhao Xixing, who was carried away by the bamboo couch, and tried her best to reach out and grab the corner of his clothes, this time it was okay for him to beat him and scold him, but her fingertips only grabbed back a cold mist.

In the early hours of the morning, it was really cold.