"Ahem...... Do you really need me......" Dong Chuchen changed his previous ease of playing, his cheeks were red, and he stood in front of the carriage and was stunned for a long time.

"I'm sorry......" Qing Xihuan's face was also red, but at this time, he had to tell such a lie to support Dong Chuchen, so that the assassin could escape and he could get out of danger.

"Okay, you wait for me. ”

Qing Xihuan didn't expect Dong Chuchen to agree so quickly, and thought that he would refuse.

Qing Xihuan listened to Dong Chuchen's footsteps getting farther and farther away, and finally secretly opened the side curtain, looked at Dong Chuchen in the distance and hesitated, walked into the rouge shop, and whispered to the assassin behind him, "Let's go." ”

The Assassin slowly moved his dagger back, looking out of the curtain.

"Thank you. The assassin turned over and was about to leave, but Qing Xihuan suddenly smiled and kindly reminded, "The next time the girl assassinates her, she has to pick a time, don't put herself in it again." ”

The Assassin was visibly startled, and casually asked, "Do you know that I am a woman?"

Qing Xihuan tidied up his collar, twisted his neck and slowly spoke, "Although the strength of your wrist is strong, you are by no means a man, you can see it at this glance." ”

The assassin didn't say much, silently looking at the scene outside the curtain, and finally said, "Thank you, Miss." ”

"What's your name. "Qing Xihuan's old mistake has been made again, but anyone who admires himself always wants to ask for his name, so that it is important to remember it later.

The Assassin did not speak, silently observing the timing and fled.

"Why don't we exchange, my name is Qing Xihuan, pure Qing, and the old happy Xihuan. "Qing Xihuan is unrelenting, he must know the identity of the assassin.

The assassin's face darkened, and he didn't care about Qing Xihuan's words, but he knew that she was the second lady of the Qingyuan family.

"Second Miss, take care, don't pass. With that, the assassin turned and got out of the carriage, and because his clothes were still in the guise of a little eunuch, he did not dare to be too ostentatious, and ran away down the alley.

"Huh......" Qing Xihuan breathed a sigh of relief in the sedan chair, and finally escaped. Just when Qing Xihuan was relaxing, suddenly there was a gentle knocking sound outside the sedan chair.

"Xi Huan, I bought it. After that, I saw that the curtain of the sedan chair was slightly opened, and one hand was hidden in the sleeve and stretched in.

I saw Dong Chuchen's big hand holding a few grass ash belts in his sleeve, and he was holding them in front of him. Unexpectedly, Dong Chuchen really bought it back.

"Thank you. Qing Xihuan's tone was not wavering, but his face was flushed, and he quickly took the ash ribbon of grass and trees, and in the panic, he accidentally held Dong Chuchen's hand, and all of a sudden, the two inside and outside the sedan chair were completely red.

Qing Xihuan held two bags of grass and wood ashes, but he didn't expect Dong Chuchen to really buy this thing, everyone knows that this is a filthy thing, men generally avoid looking at it and don't want to see it, even married husbands are difficult to buy for their wives, one is unlucky, and the other is really embarrassed. However, Dong Chuchen really went to buy it back. The dignified prince actually went to buy plant ashes for the sake of Qing Xihuan, wouldn't it be shameful to say it.

Qing Xihuan was shocked in his heart, and secretly opened the curtain to look out. Dong Chuchen is fluttering in front of the car, long hair loosely combed behind his head, the wind in Zi'an City in July is really intoxicating, blowing willows and flowers, but also blowing Dong Chuchen's clothes, but also blowing open the sedan curtain of Qing Xihuan.

It happened that Dong Chuchen turned his head and looked over, looking at the wind and moon in his eyes.

Qing Xihuan was stunned in the sedan chair for some reason, and it took a long time before he remembered to reach out and open the curtain. As soon as the curtain was lowered, Qing Xihuan only heard that something seemed to be stirring in his heart. I heard the voice of the first dust outside the sedan chair again, and it sounded clearly, "Huan'er, we are going home." ”

"Good ......" Qing Xihuan casually agreed to hide the uneasiness in his heart, and suddenly realized that Dong Chuchen said that we were going home, not that we were going home.

After that, Qing Xihuan stopped talking, and followed the sound of the carriage. Along the way, the sound of heartbeats was also constant.

After a short time, they soon arrived at the palace. Dong Chuchen walked into the gate and led the horse past, Qing Xihuan opened the curtain and looked out, and the plaque on the door of the mansion also read: Qi Wangfu. It seems that he is ready to move to Luoyang Pass, and he hasn't even changed the plaque.

The prince's mansion is not much magnificent, even comparable to the Qing mansion, there is really nothing unusual, the same courtyard, the same furnishings, the difference is that there is no training ground when passing through the courtyard, just a small garden, there are flowers, water and bridges, but there are no fish in the water. The garden in the distance is not planted with some precious and rare trees and plants, only a few rows of pines and cypresses are slim, like a young girl, but heroic and free.

"After the garden is the bedroom, and when we get to the door, we get off the sedan chair. Dong Chuchen walked in front and said, as if he knew that Qing Xihuan was secretly watching.

"Hmm. ”

Passing by the garden, I almost arrived at the dormitory, but Qing Xihuan traveled all the way, and always felt that something was missing.

The carriage stopped, Dong Chuchen did not ask the little girl to tie the horse, he tied the horse rope to a cypress tree, and there was no movement. Just when Qing Xihuan was wondering where Dong Chuchen's people went, suddenly the sedan chair curtain was opened, and Dong Chuchen leaned into half of his body and hands, and before he could get Qing Xihuan's consent, he directly picked up Qing Xihuan, stopped him in his arms, and walked towards the dormitory.

Qing Xihuan's mind was chaotic and unconscious, and when he reacted, he had already landed firmly on a bed.

"You, what are you doing!" Qing Xihuan quickly got up and pushed Dong Chuchen away.

"Don't move. Dong Chuchen didn't care about Qing Xihuan's actions, spread out the soft futon, and gently covered Qing Xihuan's body.

"You ......" Qing Xihuan was still curious about what Dong Chuchen had done, but saw that Dong Chuchen had already squatted down and removed Qing Xihuan's shoes and socks.

Qing Xihuan's shoes didn't fit well, so he dragged them off with a slight tug, and was placed on the ground by Dong Chuchen, holding Qing Xihuan's feet and putting them in the quilt with one hand.

"That...... It's because I heard that you shouldn't get cold during this period......" Dong Chuchen blushed and explained in a slurred manner.

Qing Xihuan realized that this was the case. Suddenly felt that Dong Chuchen in front of him was crazy, is this still Dong Chuchen who is not dumbfounded when he kills... This is really unacceptable, more difficult to accept than seeing him kill people.

"But...... It's the height of summer, I'm afraid you want to kill me, hurry up and marry a new lady. Qing Xihuan kicked the quilt off his body. There was no decay water but it was just a lie, and it was unbearable to stand the heat in the summer, and he was covered with three layers of bedding by this killing thousand knives, Qing Xihuan felt that he was about to get ripe.

"No, I can't. Dong Chuchen sternly refused, and pressed his hands on Qing Xihuan's hands who wanted to get up to refute, and his eyes showed coldness again. backhanded, pressed all the three layers of quilts on Qing Xihuan's body.

"You cover it, I'm ...... I'll go find Kran's clothes for you to change into. That's it. Dong Chuchen finally realized that he was too close to his fiancée, lowered his head, and left in a hurry.

"Idiot. Qing Xihuan shook his head, kicked all the quilts on his body, and suddenly felt that the air was fresh and his breathing was smooth.

When he was bored, Qing Xihuan looked at the bedroom.

Simple beds, simple bedding, simple decorations, almost no precious objects can be found, the wood carved window lattices are more delicate and simple, and the other furnishings except for a desk and bookshelves look more exquisite, and there is almost nothing to indicate that this is a royal bedroom. Qing Xihuan couldn't help but be interested in the bookshelves and desks, and jumped up and ran to the desk.

The desk is simple, except for a few ancient books is a few calligraphy and paintings, the calligraphy and painting that I have not seen on the market, and I have not seen the style of this calligraphy and painting. More than a dozen calligraphy and paintings are almost all the works of Dong Chuchen himself.

"Oh, shameless. Feel good about yourself. Qing Xihuan rolled the calligraphy and paintings, looked at it casually, looked at the bamboo pen of the concubine, touched the blood-red inkstone, and looked up suddenly, and saw a brocade box in the high pavilion that was different.

"Won't this be?" Qing Xihuan remembered that the brocade box that He Hui gave him was almost the same as this brocade box, and he was suddenly shocked, and couldn't help but think that this might also be the object that Yan returned.

Thinking in his heart, he got up in a hurry, and when he saw that Dong Chuchen had not returned, he reached out to take the brocade box. Who expected the brocade box to be too high, Qing Xihuan couldn't reach it no matter how he jumped, suddenly saw Dong Chuchen's seat, hurriedly pushed the chair to the bookshelf, stepped on the seat, stood on tiptoe, and jumped to reach the brocade box.

Qing Xihuan's height is still small, and the bookshelf is too high, several times just to touch it but still can't get it, Qing Xihuan finally squatted down, used full strength, jumped high, and just happened to be overturned by the power belt, Qing Xihuan didn't touch the brocade box, but even the person with the chair fell to the ground.