"What do you want?" Ximen Hao endured the impatience of the anger, if Su Ran Painting was his opponent, then she was the only one, and it was the first time that he felt crazy in his heart.

When she was poisoned, he didn't throw her into the pond, and at this time, this woman actually soaked herself in the water and bathed, could she do anything unthinkable for some purpose, regardless of life and death?

"The prince thinks that my bathing is also part of calculating you?" Su Ranhua glanced sideways at Ximen Hao, "Look at the appearance of the prince at this time, even if I am tempting, can I succeed?" ”

"You're punishing yourself?" Ximen Hao's mind seemed to have something in his mind, and his eyes instantly darkened, "For the sake of Ximen Zhe's private meeting with you, you want to intercede for him." ”

Sure enough, Ximen Hao knew that Ximen Zhe had been here.

Su Ranhua was not surprised by this, what surprised her was that Ximen Hao would associate her bathing with Ximen Zhe, it seems that this prince's thinking is very divergent.

"The prince exalts me too much, I can't even take care of myself, how can I take care of the king of the west? What's more, King Xi is the fourth brother of the prince, so he will not be reprimanded for the first inappropriate behavior. As for me, I didn't do anything to embarrass the prince. No matter who you are, you don't have to ask for mercy. Su Ranhua was not surprised, and continued to stir the water in the bath bucket, leisurely.

But the constant dripping droplets from her forehead prove that her true feelings are not so pleasant. Because Ximen Hao recognized it, it was not water droplets at all, but sweat stains.

"You come out to this king!" Ximen Hao's big palm stirred into the water, and the water splashed.

Su Ran's painting was lifted up in the air, like picking up a chicken that had fallen into the river, and let Ximen Hao throw it on the couch on the side.

The couch in the bath room was spread flat on the ground and was very soft, but suddenly it came out of the hot water, and the coolness instantly swept over the whole body.

"Lord Wang, can I think that you are nervous about me?" Su Ranhua sat up, the medicine of the man in black was really good, although it hurt to soak the wound in the water, but when it came out, it was very relaxed, there was no pain at all, even when he was sitting, he didn't feel pain when he was on the board, as if he was better.

"This king just doesn't want you to die early." Ximen Hao half-squatted beside Su Ranhua, his fingertips choked Su Ranhua's jaw, with a chill that penetrated the bone marrow, "If you die early, not only will Su Luocheng be disappointed, but this king will also regret losing a plaything." ”

"It's because the prince hasn't vented enough resentment on me." Su Ranhua tilted his head slightly, and his calm eyes were full of mockery.

"You ......" Ximen Hao and Su Ran faced each other, his eyes condensed, he found the strangeness of Su Ran's painting, the person who couldn't get up on his stomach actually sat up straight and talked to him, without the slightest discomfort.

"So you were prepared." Ximen Hao tightly choked Su Ran's jaw, and his finger bones made a crisp sound, as if he could crush Su Ran's jaw in an instant.

Turning his head sideways and looking at the bathtub, he really found a porcelain vase that had fallen to the ground, and then looked at Su Ran's eyes, in addition to the cold chill, he also brought a devouring anger.

The cold and fire are combined, and they can burst into fragments that explode.

It turned out that she had made full preparations before marrying into the Beiwang Mansion, including facing a tragic flesh injury! What kind of careful planning does this need to go through to take into account all aspects of everything.

Ximen Hao admitted that when he saw the Su Ran painting soaked in the bath tub, he had an inexplicable nervousness in his heart, although it was very shallow, but there was it.

However, when he saw Su Ran's foolproof preparation, he was furious, and he had never reached such anger.

Just like Su Ranhua, who was originally the first person to make Ximen Hao feel guilty and wanted to give an explanation, it turned out to be a well-designed trap that made him extremely annoyed, and this time, it completely hit Ximen Hao's heart.

"The medicine in Xiangfu is really good, and taking a bath can make you recover quickly." Ximen Hao's voice was low, as if he had sunk to a thousand-year-old ice valley, "It seems that you can bear more than this king expected, even if you are dying, you should be able to achieve a quick resurrection." ”

Su Ranhua knew that Ximen Hao had misunderstood the origin of the bottle of medicine, but she couldn't say that it was given by the man in black, that would only make her situation more chaotic, in short, Ximen Hao had decided that she was an accomplice of the Prime Minister's Mansion from the beginning, so if she continued to let him think like this, the situation was bad.

Su Ranhua didn't say a word, tilted his head slightly, and suffered the pain of his jaw. Stubborn eyes stared at Ximen Hao, not humble or unyielding.

From Su Ranhua's wide-open pupils, Ximen Hao saw his own shadow, he is the only king, so that everyone can surrender to himself, so that he can reach the supreme and be truly fearless.

"You are the woman of this king, even if this king hates it, you can only live under the eyes of this king, from the first time you gave this king without knowing whether you are alive or dead, and you want to climb into this king's bed in every possible way, you can only be the puppet of this king." Ximen Hao's cold gaze looked directly at Su Ranhua, announcing the fate of Su Ranhua like a hellish enma.

The real Su Dye painting has long been lost, and now it is a wisp of lonely soul thousands of years later who suffers on her behalf, and her lonely soul does not know where it has drifted to?

Su Ran painting, you are wrong, you shouldn't go to this person's bed at all. Su Ran said silently in her heart, how can a weak woman withstand persecution again and again? What kind of reason is there for you to risk your life to marry into the Northern Palace? What kind of person is your prime minister's father?

All this suddenly made the newborn Su Dye painting curious.

"Get down!"

Suddenly, Ximen Hao stared at Su Ran's painting, and his ink-dyed eyes were full of domineering and coldness.

"Huh?" Su Ran was slightly stunned.

"Brush!"

Ximen Hao waved his hand, and the thin quilt wrapped around Su Ran's painting was torn off in response. The carcass covered in red marks and bruises can be seen in full view.

Outside the house, the autumn rain is sorrowful, and inside the house, half of the room is spring.

Su Ranhua's heart tightened, and his keen and vigilant gaze shot at Ximen Hao, like a hidden weapon ready to be attacked, but he knew that it was futile.

Syllable!

Ximen Hao's eyes flashed over the sudden light under Su Ran's eyes, as if he had found something surprised, but in a hurry, he turned his impatient palm, knocked Su Ranhua down, and prostrate on the couch.

Su Ran's eyebrows moved slightly, he understood Ximen Hao's move, and just wanted to turn over and block back, but this strange body couldn't achieve perfect coordination after all, just turned sideways slightly, and Ximen Hao pressed up.

The attacking cold air was mixed with the male smell that belonged to men, enveloping Su Ran's thin body, without any ambiguity, only the possession of a strong bully.

Sticking to a place behind him, Su Ranhua clearly felt that there was a hard object trying to penetrate his body, without pain, with only heat.