"Is that true?"

Duan Wangchen looked at him suspiciously, Xuanyuan Jing's proposal for marriage always made him feel guilty.

"Take it seriously."

The smile on the corner of Luo Jingsheng's lips has not faded, "Since it is the fourth prince's kiss, then Jingsheng will borrow the hands of the four princes to let you fulfill your wish." ”

Duan Wangchen frowned, and his words were full of doubt, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Master Hou just waits for good news." He leaned slightly towards him, then turned and left the pavilion.

Fu Rou walked through the garden with the medicine, and when she walked towards Zhuyun Garden, she happened to see Luo Jingsheng coming towards her, a burst of surprise flashed on her face, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

As he passed by her, Luo Jingsheng glanced down at the decoction she was holding in her hand and walked past her.

In the days to come, Duan Wangchen never went to Song Qingge's Zhuyun Garden. Fu Rou went to find the waiter, but he only said that Duan Wangchen had to take care of the old lady, and he was busy with everything, so he didn't have time.

"Still won't he come and see me?"

Song Qingge looked at Furou who came back from outside alone, and a layer of gloom was covered between her eyebrows.

"The old lady is sick, and the Hou Ye must be taking care of her." Fu Rou wrapped her clothes around her and comforted her softly.

Song Qingge turned around, "But how did I hear the people in the house say that he only accompanied his wife to the long street to buy rouge gouache yesterday?" ”

"This..."

Furou pursed her lips, speechless.

She lay on the guardrail, her eyes lit up.

Duan Wangchen did accompany Jiang Wanyin to buy rouge gouache on the long street, and as long as Jiang Wanyin asked him to do it in the past few days, he would do it.

Jiang Wanyin was very proud, and from time to time she asked the maid in the house to chew the root of her tongue in Song Qingge's ear.

But a few days later, there was a news from the Hou Gong's Mansion that the four princes knew that Duan Hou Ye and the cousin lady in the mansion were in love, so they made the decision in front of Emperor Xuanyuan and assigned marriage to the two of them.

Jiang Wanyin sat in front of the dresser, looked at the colorful rouge boxes on the table, reached out and grabbed one and threw it to the ground, "Prepare the carriage and go to King Jing's Mansion!" ”

With a roar of rage, the rouge box smashed to the ground.

"Yes!"

Rue ran out trembling.

When she arrived at King Jing's mansion, she went straight to Xuanyuan Jing's courtyard. The two servants in the palace followed her in a hurry, and did not dare to stop her.

"Mrs. Hou, what's wrong?"

Xuanyuan Jing, who was practicing the sword in the courtyard and wiping the sword body, saw her appear in front of him in a hurry, and asked her tepidly.

"Why are you doing this?!" Jiang Wanyin stood in front of him, didn't even need honorifics, and looked directly at him with a pair of angry eyes.

He still rubbed the sword in his hand unhurriedly, "Duan Wangchen has already come to make amends in person, and you have also seen that he has defended his little lover in every possible way, and this king is just doing this to be a favor that pushes the boat along the river." ”

Jiang Wanyin stared at him fiercely, her ten fingers tightened, "Have you forgotten our deal?" ”

"Deal?"

Xuanyuan Jing snorted coldly, and a chill emanated from his body, "Madame, do you remember the transaction between us?" ”

"You, what do you mean by that? ...”

Jiang Wan snorted, and there was a hint of dodging in her eyes.

Stretching out his hand to hook her white jaw, Xuanyuan Jing asked her coldly, "Madame, when did you tell the truth to this king?!" ”

With a cold snort, he brushed his sleeves and left.

A cold air drifted in front of Jiang Wanyin, she bit her lip, and her hand holding the silk handkerchief trembled slightly.