Mu Jiyang trembled with anger, the person he held on the tip of his heart was the one she could say and punished? Obviously, even he didn't dare to teach her to be sad.

How dare she!

"The emperor is driving the Qinxin Palace just to vent his anger for Concubine Yun, right? In this way, it is better to degrade the status of the concubine and send it to the cold palace! ”

"You're threatening me!" Mu Jiyang gritted his teeth, and his originally handsome face gradually distorted.

"The concubine doesn't dare." Gu Sang raised his eyes, with tears in his eyes and a grievance that he couldn't get rid of, "The state has national rules, the palace has palace authority, if the emperor thinks that the concubine is wrong, the concubine should be punished." ”

"Good, good!" Mu Jiyang laughed angrily, and casually swept down the small desk on the couch, "I underestimated you." Come! Drive back to the palace. ”

Mu Jiyang came slowly and walked fast, Gu Sang held back his tears and watched the bright yellow figure disappear into the darkness, hysterically sweeping off half of the dishes, "Get out!" Get out of the way! ”

After everyone retreated, Gu Sanning sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks and happily picked up the dishes to eat, each small plate only moved a small half, and after eating half full, the rest of the dishes and dishes were swept down together, gathered in it.

Gu Sanning looked at the results on the ground with satisfaction, stretched his waist, and pondered that there would be guests coming to the door for a while, so it would be better to squint for a while.

Gu Sanning brought half a cup of water and poured it on the pillow, and the person lay on it again, and there were signs of crying wet pillow.

At the end of the day, Yi Cui, who hadn't heard movement for a long time, stepped forward and knocked on the door, knocking several times but not hearing any movement, for fear that Su Ziyan would find a short-sightedness, so he immediately pushed the door in. She glanced around, walked quickly to the head of the bed, and when she saw that her mother was just crying tired and asleep, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately swept away the things on the ground lightly, scrubbing them clean, so as not to hurt herself by mistake.

Gu Sanning knew about this process, and he didn't pay much attention to it because of his sleepiness.

Until Yi Cui stepped forward and woke her up, "Niangniang, you have to prepare water for bathing." ”

"Hmm." Gu Sang hugged the pillow and hummed nasally.

A few people came in from the interior of the dormitory one after another, and after filling the water, they retreated, and Yu Liuyi Cui tested the temperature of the water, poured in the fragrance, took a basket of petals and sprinkled it on it, and then came to the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Niangniang, the water is ready." ”

"Go down." A muffled voice came from under the pillow, and Yi Cui saluted and bowed back.

Gu Sanning heard the sound of the door closing, turned over and got out of bed, stretched his waist to the back of the screen, took off the clothes on his body, took off the hairpin, untied the bun on his head, and the long hair with a lot of weight fell to the buttocks.

Soaking in the water, Gu Sanning sighed comfortably, and the faint fragrance of flowers penetrated into his nose, which smelled good.

Gu Sanning narrowed his eyes, leaning his back against the edge of the barrel, and after a long time, a slight abnormal sound sounded behind the screen, and his closed eyes moved without opening them.

A touch of coldness stuck to the back of her neck, like a snake body without temperature, and the palms of her perennial sword dancers were covered with calluses and rubbed against her skin with a slight redness.

"The palace is not interested tonight, but the prince is still back." Gu Sanning didn't open his eyes, his lips opened lightly, and he threw out this sentence.

Mu Xianyue was stunned, swept away the killing intent surging in her heart, put her hands on her shoulders intimately, bent down closer, deliberately teased, and gently brushed her breath at the root of her ear: "Yan'er, is this the anger of the emperor sprinkled on this king?" ”