Don't let Su Ranhua's idea succeed, it was Ximen Hao who gave himself a reason to possess Su Ranhua, so that the lowly shamelessness who originally wanted to mock Su Ranhua's slavery and serve himself in everything was replaced by a charming room.

Ximen Hao's gaze turned to the bed, and the pink belly brocade left behind by Su Ran's painting had a bewitching fragrance.

This time, in the mutual entanglement, Ximen Hao did not expect all kinds of calculations of Su Ranhua in his memory, and clearly witnessed that charming and charming face, no hatred, no anger, only physical needs, and no emotional catharsis.

In fact, this time, it was not only Su Ran who fell into this unspeakable pleasure.

Su Ran returned to Wutong House.

Along the way, the cool breeze of the autumn night blew the thin clothes, blowing away the residual heat on the body.

Lighting a candle and facing the bronze mirror, the figure in the mirror looks indifferent, the black hair is like a waterfall, inclined to the waist, the crescent white middle coat is neat, the neckline is tied with a buckle, the neck is long, and the muscles are like snow.

Only when the clothes are open can you see the dark red traces from the shoulders, which arouses people's imagination.

This is Ximen Hao, whether it is wanton plundering or poppy-like temptation, he hides the real thing in the dark and does not see it from outsiders.

Tiredness hit, Su Ranhua got up, blew out the candle, and lay down on the bed.

Ximen Zhe said that Ximen Hao was going to take her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, although Ximen Hao didn't say anything to her, it should be true, it seems that it is time to really fight with Su Luocheng face to face.

It was already dawn, probably because of the entanglement in the night that made Su Ran tired of painting, and she had never woken up yet, who had always been used to walking around the house after waking up in the morning.

"Hurry up, princess, the prince is still waiting for you to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion!" A maid pushed open the door of Wutong Residence, ran in, and saw Su Ran painting asleep, and shouted loudly.

In fact, when this maid pushed the door in, Su Ranhua had already realized that if she was a dangerous person, when she approached Su Ranhua, she would encounter murder.

Listening to the screeching noise of the maid, Su Ranhua frowned and sat up lazily.

"This is the clothes prepared in the palace, the princess hurry up and change into it to see the prince." The maid put a stack of clothes on the side of Su Ran's bed and urged.

Although the maid's behavior is disrespectful, she can't be blamed for urging in a hurry, she was ordered to call the princess, if she is slow, she will make the prince angry, and she will suffer it. She didn't want to be a second Liu'er.

Su Ranhua glanced at the clothes, they were new, but compared to the clothes that were married from the Prime Minister's Mansion, the fabric was much worse.

In modern times, the custom in some places is to wear the clothes prepared by the in-laws when returning to the door, and it seems that this dynasty also has this custom, so Su Dye has the opportunity to wear the clothes prepared by the Beiwangfu.

However, the cloth that is not up to the grade is a symbol of the status of Su Dyeing painting.

Su Ranhua picked up his shirt without making a sound and put it on his body slowly.

The clothes are purple that Su Dye paintings love, and it is more suitable to wear on the body. That's enough.

Su Ran came to the table and sat down, facing the bronze mirror, picked up a wooden comb, and slowly combed her hair.

Only clothes were sent, no headdresses, and it seemed that they had to use their own dowry.

Su Dye was too lazy to go to the jewelry box to pick it out, and after putting his hair in a simple and generous bun, he still inserted the magnolia hairpin he brought when he entered the palace yesterday. A piece of hair is left behind the bun and draped over the shoulders, so that the hair can fly perfectly when needed.

"Princess, please hurry!" The maid couldn't bear it anymore and urged again.

In fact, for Su Dye painting, from dressing to combing hair, I am doing it myself, and the time it takes is very short. Not to mention the princess and princess, just change to any daughter, and dress up for more than this time, not to mention that there is no powder.

Su Ranhua didn't pay attention to the maid, stood up, walked to the bedside, and took advantage of the maid's inattention, quickly took out three gold needles from under the pillow and secretly tucked them in the cuffs.

"Princess, it's not done yet?" The housekeeper came to Wutong Ju and walked in, although it was a respectful inquiry, but it also made people hear the meaning of urging, but it was just grasped properly and polite.

"Steward Lin, the slave and maid have been urging the princess non-stop." The maid hurriedly explained for herself.

"If the princess is ready, please go to the gate of the palace as soon as possible. The prince is also going. Steward Lin said.

Su Ranhua naturally understood what Steward Lin meant, and he was telling her to move faster, so that she could avoid being caught by Ximen Hao and be late, and then let herself have something to do.

"Got it, thank you, Steward Lin." Su Dye painted politely. Although Steward Lin acted according to Ximen Hao's orders, he was somewhat kind to himself. Except for when Xiao Rou died, Steward Lin showed a slightly aggressive means, and he was always tepid and peaceful when he was seen at other times.

Su Ranhua walked out of the gate of the North Palace, and as soon as he stood firm, he saw Ximen Hao then walk out.

The carriage was already waiting outside the house. Ximen Hao swept past Su Ranhua like no one and walked to the carriage, standing with his hands in his hands.

Su Ranhua also figured out Ximen Hao's performance, and when he ignored her, he would throw her away, and if he pretended, he would embarrass her. It seems that this is the time to do the pedal again. So, without hesitation, he walked towards the carriage.

I don't know where the people learned the news that the princess of the north was going to return to the door, although they were afraid of the king of the north's Ling Wei, but they still had the courage to stop and watch not far away.

Su Ran wanted to ignore these curious glances, but it was just a casual glance, and in the corner of the leaning front of the carriage, a figure caught her attention.

The man in the blue shirt, with a hat covering his forehead, his whole face was submerged in shadows, looking like a passerby, but the aristocratic atmosphere revealed was completely different from the ordinary people around him. And the sharp-eyed Su Dye painting immediately recognized him as Ximen Zhe!

Lowering his eyes indifferently, Su Ranhua continued to walk towards the carriage, passing through Ximen Hao's side, I don't know if he has found a clue when he doesn't move?

Standing in front of the carriage, Su Ranhua squatted down and walked with the pace of the models. Worriedly, he raised his head slightly, glanced at the corner of the side, and obviously saw Ximenzhe's clenched fists, following the figure, moving his gaze upwards until the four eyes met. Complex and indescribable messages are conveyed between the lightning and flint.

Suddenly, his back was stepped on heavily, Su Ran drew a stumbling position, almost lying on the ground, his elbows supporting the ground, being in pain, hiding the cold light that flashed in his eyes, and enduring this flickering gravity.

This time, Ximen Hao obviously used a little strength. Su Ranhua could even feel the fierceness of his toes rubbing his back.

He must have discovered Simon Zhe!