Cheng Yunjie immediately retreated after coming in.

After closing the door, he still had palpitations.

Seeing that there were guards and servants from other places coming, Cheng Yunjie hurriedly blew them all away.

"What are you looking at, the prince just knocked on the table and touched his leg, is it worth making such a fuss?"

"What should you do, what are you going to do!"

Cheng Yunjie didn't dare to recall the picture just now.

Xiahou Jinshan convulsed and lay on his side on the ground.

His master sat on the bed and looked at Xiahou Jinshan with an innocent face, and he looked frightened.

Sure enough, he thought too much about it again.

How could his master suffer?

It's really confusing.

He had never seen Xiahou Jinshan so miserable.

Hiss~

It's so miserable.

Think back to the previous terrible scream, and then recall the previous appearance of Xiahou Jinshan.

Cheng Yunjie's heart was dark.

The smile gradually became perverted.

But he didn't laugh long before he noticed a man standing next to him.

Cheng Yunjie easily blew away the others, but he found that the little maid he helped comb his hair before was still sticking out her head and looking into the courtyard of Ripple Pavilion.

Cheng Yunjie hurriedly grabbed the little maid's ears and dragged away.

"It's not what you're supposed to see, get out!"

"It hurts, Sister Skylark, let go, I'll go, I'll go."

Cheng Yunjie suddenly let go of his hand when he heard this pitiful voice.

The little girl's eyes were full of innocence and curiosity, "Sister Skylark, what kind of table can make the prince like this?" I remember that the prince had been shot through the stomach with an arrow by an assassin before, and he did not shout when he drew the arrow. ”

Cheng Yunjie pouted, "The table is different this time. ”

The little maid blinked, "What's the difference?" ”

Cheng Yunjie gestured and continued to lift her ears, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

The little maid stopped talking again.

Step by step, he turned around and left.

But it didn't take long to run back to Cheng Yunjie's side and wrap his arms around his waist, "Then, good sister, were you angry with me just now?" ”

Cheng Yunjie took off the hand on his waist a little uncomfortably, and said stiffly, "No." ”

The little maid was not annoyed, walked to his side with her hands behind her back, and looked up at him, "Will Sister Skylark comb my hair in the future?" ”

Cheng Yunjie groaned slightly, "Yes." "But it won't last long.

"That's good." The little maid breathed a sigh of relief and trotted away.

Cheng Yunjie touched the comb in his sleeve thoughtfully.

......

After a stick of incense.

Xiahou Jinshan sat on Song Yuan's bed with trembling fingers.

Song Yuan knelt pitifully in front of the bed and listened to Xiahou Laogou's words, and it was not yet time to tear his face.

Song Yuan also couldn't hold back for a while.

The body reacts once faster than the brain.

However, Song Yuan will not regret what he has done, if she is allowed to catch herself now.

She still really can't do it.

However, seeing a seven-foot man in Xiahou Jinshan curled up on the ground and hurt like that, Song Yuan looked at him with some sneer.

"Lord Wang, the concubine didn't mean it......"

Xiahou Jinshan's expression twitched, "Heh, it's not intentional, this king thinks that you are clearly a heart, and you have pretended to be obedient for a few days, but now you are waiting for this king here!" ”

Oh, sure enough, it was all an illusion before.

It's ridiculous that he would have thought this dead woman was so cute.

Song Yuan moved forward and moved closer to Xiahou Jinshan, "Lord Wang, the concubine was frightened by the prince before, and she ...... in a hurry."

"Don't tell this king that you have these things or not, you will still be scared like this? What a fantasy! Xiahou Jinshan pushed away the hand she was about to pick up.

Song Yuan was not angry when he was pushed away, he got up and rubbed over, "Lord, you are in pain, or the concubine will go to find you a royal doctor or a doctor?" ”

Song Yuan said that he was going to go out to find it.

Xiahou Jinshan trembled his fingers, "You dare!" ”

This dead woman, how can such a thing be known to outsiders?

"Then, Lord Wang, you have a good rest, the concubine will leave the bed for you, and the concubine will go to sleep on the couch." Song Yuan was very generous and gave his bed to Xiahou Jinshan, a "patient".

Now Xiahou Jinshan knows that it is easy to say that she is embarrassed, but it is not good to target her with great fanfare.

Song Yuan decided to wait for his temperament to ease down and then slowly reconcile.

"You're too embarrassed to go to sleep, the princess's heart is really big!" Xiahou Jinshan heard this, and his breathing was a little unsmooth.

"What else does the prince command? Wuyang will definitely try his best to do it for the prince. Song Yuan thought that it was not easy for Xiahou Jinshan, and he also said it for a while.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake to this king first." Xiahou Jinshan raised his eyelids slightly.

Song Yuan stood still this time, "Lord Wang, you can't blame the concubine this time, how can this be the concubine's fault?" It is clear that the prince scared the concubines to be like this......"

Xiahou Jinshan gritted his teeth, "This time the king is to blame?" ”

When Song Yuan heard this, he sat next to him, and Xiahou Jinshan's eyes widened a little.

"Isn't it? The prince really frightened the concubines before, and the emperor's grandmother taught Wuyang when Wuyang was young, if there is a man who leans towards Wuyang like the prince did before, then don't be soft, kick it up.

The prince was what the emperor's grandmother said before, and the concubine was just frightened for a while, and her brain couldn't turn for a while, so she ......"

The corners of Xiahou Jinshan's mouth twitched when he heard this, "Then did your imperial grandmother tell you that if you get married, how should you treat your husband?" ”

"The Imperial Grandmother only said other things, not these things." Song Yuan looked at Xiahou Jinshan with a frank face, as if he really didn't know.

"The prince is just like the kind of person that the imperial grandmother said, what is it called," Song Yuan grabbed his hair and thought about it, "Yes, it's called perverted, and grandmother says that it's called pervert!" ”

Xiahou Jinshan's face darkened, and it was very changeable.