Zong Zheng Xuanxiao's purple eyes turned, and then said, "Haven't you heard of that poem?" As soon as the concubine laughed on the red dust, no one knew that it was a lychee. For the sake of the concubine, the king can also send people to rush non-stop and overnight to send some fresh oranges over, just for the Pomeranian to smile. ”

"His Royal Highness Eight has a heart." Jia Lan got down from the slanting couch, walked barefoot in the smooth and cold hall, walked to Zongzheng Xuanxiao step by step, and then bent down in front of him to pick up the tangerines in the box.

Her movements were extremely amplitude, and the pair on her chest was soft and squeezed together, like two live rabbits, ready to tear through their clothes and run out at any moment.

Zong Zheng Xuanxiao caught a glimpse of it, and the nosebleed almost didn't come out.

Jia Lan picked up a tangerine, handed it to Zongzheng Xuanxiao, and asked with a pretended ignorant face: "Eighth Highness, how should I peel this mandarin?" Hongu will not. ”

Can't peel oranges? How can it be?

"You help Hongu peel it off and feed it piece by piece...... Good no good? Garan pressed his ear to his ear and uttered something very ambiguous.

Zongzheng Xuanxiao's face is red, and he will explode at any time.

Garan glanced at the two palace maids behind him and ordered, "You guys go down first." ”

"Yes."

When she separated the palace maid, Zong Zheng Xuanxiao's expression became even more unnatural.

Lonely men and widows, alone in a room. Even if he was thinking about Shangguan Jingmei in his heart, his mind was already overwhelmed by the blood, his ability to act was still there, but his thinking ability was already zero.

"Eighth Highness, there is no one left, are you still unwilling to feed the palace to eat oranges?" Garan's soft tugs reached out, one on his shoulder, the other already clinging to his waist, stroking his belt, trying to lean closer to him.

Zong Zheng Xuanxiao took a deep breath, and a familiar fragrance hit him. His eyes moved, and he looked at the incense burner directly south of the main hall, and saw that the strange incense he had sent someone to change in the morning had been burned.

Jia Lan's cheeks were red, his eyes were misty, and he looked like he had been drugged.

Zongzheng Xuanxiao remembered what Concubine Xiao said to him, hurriedly supported Jialan's body, and asked tentatively: "Guifei Niangniang, are you ...... What happened to you? ”

As if out of control, Garan clinged to him, entangled tightly with him, and while twisting his body, he shouted in a low voice: "It's hot, Hongu is so hot." Eighth Highness, this palace is so hot. Are you ...... Did you put medicine in oranges?! ”

"This king doesn't!" Zongzheng Xuanxiao denied it, and then deliberately frowned, and debunked, "According to this king, you have been drugged by others!" ”

Garan stared at him with a pair of misty eyes, "Drugged by someone else?" By whom? Hongu only touched the oranges you sent today, and nothing else—"

Zong Zheng Xuanxiao raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "It's incense." The incense in your palace has been replaced, and it tastes strange. ”

Before Zongzheng Xuanxiao entered the Jialan Palace, he had already taken the antidote given to him by Concubine Xiao, so he breathed boldly, not afraid that he would know Chinese medicine at all. All he needs to do is to have fun with the Jialan Guifei after the Chinese medicine, and when he wakes up, Jialan Guifei will have a handle in his hands, and she has to listen to him.

"Incense?" Garan's steps were crooked, and he walked towards the side of the incense burner, turned out the small incense box on the side, pulled out one of the incense sachets inside, and said, "Is there anything wrong with this incense?" ”JJ3607191