In the carriage, the atmosphere was depressing and terrible, Lou Yajun covered his abdomen with one hand, supported his body with the other, and sighed secretly, it seems that the injuries of the past ten days have been healed in vain, and the wounds seem to have been torn open again.

Lou Yajun saw that Ping Youyou had been hanging his head slightly after entering the carriage, his heart was displeased, he held up his jaw and looked at himself, met the clear eyes, was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, threw him away, and said coldly: "Isn't Pingbianjun the least fond of going out, how can you be interested in going out to eat with your eldest sister today?" Looking at his white brocade robe becoming more and more dazzling, the eldest sister is also wearing a white brocade robe today, which is really a good match, "As the side king of this king, he wears white clothes every day, such an ominous color, is the side of the screen against this king?" ”

Ping You's face bit her lower lip, she looked down at her clothes, she didn't know where to make her unhappy, and whispered: "The courtiers have always loved white, and they have always worn white clothes, didn't the prince say anything before?" ”

"I'm afraid it's because of the white clothes that my eldest sister wears every time, right?" Lou Yajun looked at him coldly.

Ping Yu was stunned, and then she realized that she was looking for her fault because of the princess, and sure enough, she misunderstood. opened her lips and wanted to explain, but it could be seen that she didn't trust herself at all, as if she had done something sorry for her, and she was also angry in her heart, and said lightly: "Since the prince can ignore the lives of his servants at the moment of life and death, why does the prince care about what clothes the servants wear?" "It's so dangerous just now, if it weren't for the princess who saved herself, I'm just afraid. Thinking of the cold sweat behind this, she was really still so cold, and regarded a man's life like an ant.

Lou Yajun frowned, she didn't come to the rescue at the first time just now, in fact, she wanted to see what the princess would do, but she really abandoned the sixth brother and chose to save Pingyou, it can be seen that the eldest sister still has affection for Pingyou, at this time, she saw Pingyou looking at herself with a resentful look, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

"Lord, it's time to go to the palace." Mo Tong's voice came from outside the car.

Hearing this voice, Lou Yajun breathed a sigh of relief, did not answer Ping You, got out of the carriage, and Ping You followed and walked out.

Lou Yajun stood in front of the carriage, looking at Ping You standing on the carriage, looking at his hand with some hesitation, and finally stretched out his hand, although he was angry with Ping You in his heart, but he was the son of Taifu, if he let his subordinates know that he was not good to him, I was afraid that his life in the house would not be easy.

The bony hand in front of him was waiting for him, Ping Yu hesitated, slowly put his hand into her hand, and got off the carriage, although it was just a simple action, Mo Tong next to him was relieved, she was really afraid that Ping Bianjun would refuse the prince without knowing what to do.

As soon as she got out of the carriage, before she could stand firmly, her hand was let go by Lou Yajun, and she was slightly stunned, only to see Lou Yajun striding into the house alone, her eyes darkened, was she so impatient with herself?

The subordinates of the palace didn't know that Lou Yajun would return to the house today, and when they saw Lou Yajun walking in from the gate of the mansion, they were all stunned for a moment, and then happily stepped forward to greet and bow, and shouted in a loud voice: "Slave see the prince, welcome the prince back to the house." ”

Lou Yajun waved his hand: "Get up." ”

Steward Li burst into tears of joy and stepped forward excitedly: "Lord Wang, you are finally back." ”

"Steward Li, you have been taking care of the palace for this king all these years, and you have worked hard." Lou Yajun looked at her with a smile without hesitation, Steward Li was the person next to her husband, and later after her father died, she asked for it from her mother, and she has been following her all these years.

Steward Li wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Lord Wang, when I heard that you were injured, the old slave was about to die of worry, are you okay?" ”

Lou Yajun shook his head: "I'm fine, it's just that the wound has just been torn open, you go and call the doctor to bandage this king." ”

As soon as he heard that the wound was torn open, Steward Li was anxious, and yelled at the maid behind him: "What are you doing in a daze, didn't you see that the prince was injured?" Don't help the prince back to the room to rest! ”

The roar full of anger didn't want people in their thirties at all, Lou Yajun smiled, and was hugged back to the room by a few maids.

Shuilan Pavilion.

There was a man in green clothes sitting next to the small stone table in the courtyard, holding a book in his hand and looking at it quietly, a silky green silk hung down to his waist like a waterfall, a few strands passed from his forehead, and his fingers were as white as green onions turning the pages of the book one after another, and the two personal attendants next to him walked around in a hurry.

"Childe, the prince is back, why aren't you in a hurry at all?" Qin'er couldn't help but step forward and snatch the book from the man's hand.

This man in Tsing Yi is none other than Lou Yajun's side-husband Qian Yilan, seeing that his book was robbed, he simply didn't read it, and said indifferently: "I'm back, I'm back, what's the matter with me?" ”

Seeing that he didn't care, Qin'er was angry and hit the wall: "Childe! Why are you still obsessed, you have been married to the prince for two years, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that you will really fall out of favor, and now the prince is just you and Pingbianjun, why don't you go for it? In the future, there will be more and more men entering the door, and if you continue like this, I am afraid that there will be no place for us in the palace at that time. ”

The Burmese painter couldn't help but speak: "Yes, Childe, the slave also thinks that what Qin'er said makes sense, since you married into the palace, you have been reluctant to sleep, the prince did not say that the people don't know these cats, so the people are still humble to us, but if the time is long, it will be different, once the people know that the son is still a virgin, they will definitely fall into the well, although this is the backyard of the palace, but it is the same as the palace is a place where people eat people and do not spit out bones. Childe, why can't you figure it out? ”

"Enough!" Qian Yilan waved off the book on the stone table with one sleeve and glared at the two of them angrily, "Do you want me to use my body to exchange for glory, wealth and the position of Zhengjun!" I tell you, I won't do that! That woman is romantic, her hands are covered with blood, and she is not as good as the third princess, and it is impossible for me to please her! ”

A bold and reckless reckless reckless reckless frightening Qin'er and Hua'er's faces turned pale, and they hurriedly covered his mouth and shouted: "Childe! You don't want to die! I screamed bitterly in my heart, how could they put up such a tendon master, saying good things, "Childe, the wall has ears, how can you talk nonsense, when the Empress of Qianji Kingdom was defeated, she had no choice but to let you marry into the Yuan Kingdom, and this is not the fault of the prince, and no matter what, the prince is already your wife, and the prince wants to take the prince as a genius." "They don't understand, in addition to being a little distracted, powerful and powerful, and more importantly, long and handsome, why is their son-in-law not tempted to see the good of the prince?

Qian Yilan was angry when she mentioned Lou Yajun, and after learning that she was injured, she was indifferent and didn't send any medicine over, pushed away the piano and painting, and went back to the house angrily, "bumping", and the door slammed shut. ”