"Are you guilty?" Narong Jingxuan sat on the chair opposite, supported his cheek with one hand, and asked lazily.

Ling Xiyun knelt on the chain and puffed out her cheeks, staring at him with big eyes, "I'm not wrong!" ”

"That's right?" Narong Jingxuan leaned back and raised his eyebrows, and laughed coldly: "A fire burned the king's backyard, so it's not wrong?" ”

"......" Ling Xiyun was choked by his words, she burned the backyard purely impulsively and was found fault by the concubines for a long time.

"Miss ......" Zhi'er, who was standing on the side, looked at her puzzledly, she couldn't figure out the situation at all, she was pulled here early in the morning, and then she saw her own young lady kneeling on the chain.

Zhi'er stretched out her hand to help her up, but when she was still two inches away, she was startled by a cold voice.

"Whoever dares to help her, this king will throw him into the river to feed the fish!"

Ling Xiyun looked at Zhi'er and smiled softly: "Zhi'er, don't help me, it's okay, I can insist!" ”

"Little ...... Sister! Zhi'er put down his hand with a sob, it was close at hand, but he couldn't help.

Turning her head, Ling Xiyun was just like an obedient child, kneeling there quietly with her head down without the slightest complaint.

"That's right!" As if thinking of something, Narong Jingxuan spoke uncertainly: "In a few days, it will be the crown princess's birthday......"

Thinking of the last time he hugged Ling Xiyun in the pavilion of the palace, his face suddenly turned cold, and he smiled coldly: "I think, this is a good opportunity for you!" ”

Golden opportunity? Ling Xiyun raised her head violently. What a good opportunity? Is it possible to escape?

Looking at his 'stinky fart', Ling Xiyun sneered in her heart: What a good opportunity, I think it's a good opportunity for you! You can finally go to see your old lover, and I'm afraid I'll wake up laughing when I sleep!

An hour later, Ling Xiyun was helped back to the room by Zhi'er.

"Tsk ......" her legs were weak and weak, and her knees were blue and swollen, this time Narong Jingxuan was really playing with her!

"Miss......" Zhi'er couldn't help but cry when she saw her uncomfortable look, "Woo...... Wow! ”

"Oh, what is this?" Ling Xiyun hurriedly wiped her tears, "What are you crying for, I didn't cry, you still cry, obedient, don't cry!" ”

Zhi'er numb her nose and cried with self-blame: "Woo...... It's all blamed for Zhi'er's uselessness, so that Miss suffers! ”

Hearing this, Ling Xiyun's heart immediately warmed, she hugged Zhi'er and closed her eyes and muttered: "Don't be bitter, I'm not bitter at all, with Zhi'er by my side, I'm very happy......"

……

Six days later, Ling Xiyun and Narong Jingxuan rushed to the prince's mansion in a carriage for a banquet.

On the carriage, Ling Xiyun hung her head and frowned and squinted at the man next to her.

"Why don't you let me take Zhi'er with you?"

Narong Jingxuan looked out the window and ignored her at all.

"She's my dowry!" It was only when he said this that he turned around.

Narong Jingxuan's two eyes swept this Ling Xiyun, and he spit out a few words lightly: "This king has arranged a maid for you." Then I continued to look out the window.

Bah! What maids you arrange, all are 'monitors'! She put her feet on the seat, her hands around her sulking. Narong Jingxuan just glanced at him, and then thought back to his past.

When he first saw Ling Xiyun, he felt that she was very much like a person, especially the pair of cunning and agile eyes in the moonlight, which was very similar to Wei Yan at that time......