Rong Jin sneezed and pushed the door into the eldest prince's bedroom, and with a look on his face, the eldest prince, who was not very happy, frowned.

Really sick?

Seeing that she stopped at the partition, she stopped moving inside, and leaned over to say that she occasionally felt a cold, and was afraid that she would be sick to her son, and it was inconvenient to serve her closely.

Cheng Jinyan felt like something was blocked, like a fish in his throat, and immediately raised his face and said: "I know that my body is not very healthy, and I ran out on a cold day, roll over, and burn the carbon fire again, the weather has not been very good recently, you are sincerely tossing yourself, so there is an excuse not to serve this son, right?" ”

Rong Jin's face was entangled, and he didn't dare to choke with the corners of his mouth.

What kind of evil nature is this? It wasn't he who asked her to buy Rausch soup dumplings in person...... What? It's all hers at this point, isn't it, isn't this so hard to say?

Assi!

Rong is bitter in his heart.

This Nima is not a human being at all, okay.

Archie...... Yes, yes, what Childe said is very true, the slave and maid have been weak since childhood, and their foundation is not good, so they have caused trouble to Childe, so why not let Zhu Yu and Xiaoxiao come over to serve these days. ”

Cheng Jinyan raised his eyebrows, do you want to pick a child or be lazy?

"I want to be beautiful, my son's body is very hard, and I'm afraid that your idea is sick? Come here...... Press my leg for me. ”

Rong Jin hesitated for a moment before raising his legs into the inner room, and saw that the eldest prince Cheng was dressed in underwear, half sitting on the bed, although it was winter, there were several braziers in the house, warm as spring, but his legs were still covered with a golden cicada quilt.

The restraint between the eyebrows, Rong Jin's heart was congested for a while, so he walked straight forward without being stunned, knelt on the pedal, and gently kneaded his fingers into the quilt.

"It's all the slave and maid's fault for being negligent for a while, forgetting that today is a false cloudy day, which makes the son uncomfortable, and makes the son uncomfortable......"

Listening to her words with self-blame, Cheng Jinyan's heart softened, his thin lips opened lightly, and he blurted out his underwear in a daze, and his tone was even more gentle than ever: "It's okay, such a little pain, my son has long been accustomed to it, but you, can you drink ginger tea?" ”

Rong Jin shook his head, and Cheng Jinyan's voice was raised: "Cheng An, go and ask someone to prepare a cup of ginger tea." ”

Cheng An, who was guarding the ear room and listening to the dispatch, answered in a low voice, and went out with a smooth footstep.

For no reason, Rong Jin's heart suddenly moved slightly, he didn't check for a while, the strength in his hand didn't work, Cheng Jinyan's expression changed slightly, and he pulled out a pair of weak and boneless little hands from the quilt.

"Are you doing a massage, or are you announcing a personal vendetta?"

Rong Jin shrank, wanted to withdraw his hand but in vain, and admitted his mistake with a sad face: "The slave doesn't dare, Gongzi, you have a lot of adults, and the slave and maid didn't mean to......"

Whoever called you suddenly had intermittent convulsions, she was frightened.

I really wonder if he did it on purpose, to make her lose her mind and make mistakes, so that she could be punished with a good excuse? Oh my God, no, it's freezing this day, I want her to kneel outside for an hour or two, she has to be sick.

Cheng Jin let go of his hand, pinched her chin with two fingers and lifted it gently, his tone was lukewarm, and he said lifelessly: "Are you afraid?" ”

What to shoot? Afraid of him?

Cheng Jinyan was unhappy in his heart, is he so terrible?

The low pressure around his body was scattered, Rong Jin secretly swallowed his saliva, and said flatteringly: "What...... How can you, son, you are personable, gentle as jade, you are a rare good master, the slave can serve you, that is the luck of three lives, how can the slave and the maid, how can the slave and the maid be afraid of you......"

"Insincere, rhetorical." Cheng Jinyan said coldly, but the strength of his hand gradually eased, and his thumb rubbed involuntarily, feeling the delicate and soft before.

It feels good!