Shen Miaoyan was holding a cup of hot tea, and her still immature little face was full of coldness: "The moon is cloudy and sunny, and it takes care of its own lack of roundness, but I don't know how much trouble it brings to people." ”

Jun Shuying looked at her side face, saying that the lack of a full moon brings trouble to people, this little girl is clearly alluding to Jun Tianlan.

The man was like an iron nail, driven deep into Xiao Miaomiao's heart, and could never be pulled out again.

Coolness flashed in Danfeng's eyes, and he suddenly hugged her from behind: "Xiao Miaomiao, don't think about him anymore." What he can give you, so can I. ”

His arms carried a faint fragrance of lotus flowers, and he was inexplicably reassuring.

Shen Miaoyan only struggled, then indulged in the lotus fragrance and never wanted to move again.

She retracted her gaze from looking up at Mingyue and ordered softly, "Carry me back to bed." ”

Jun Shuying was stunned, but she didn't expect her to refuse him, so she carefully picked her up, put her on the soft couch instead, and took supper to feed her: "Shrimp-stuffed wontons, you love to eat this." ”

Shen Miaoyan enjoyed his thoughtful service, and the wontons were not hot or cold.

Amber eyes narrowed comfortably, her gaze was slightly cold, and fell on Jun Shuying's face, and she said unceremoniously: "I have nothing, no matter how good you treat me, I can't repay you anything." Don't expect me to like you, I'll probably never like a man again. ”

"Then think of me as a woman." Jun Shuying smiled, without the majesty of the prince of the heavenly family.

Shen Miao choked on words, staring at his troubled face, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face: "If the emperor hears your words, I'm afraid he will break your legs." ”

After saying that, he couldn't help but pinch it again, his face was so tender and smooth, better than her skin.

Jun Shuying didn't care at all, and continued to feed her: "That old man...... Leave him alone. ”

A bowl of wontons went down, Shen Miaoyan ate and drank to his heart's content, touched his bulging little belly, and hiccuped inattention.

Jun Shuying put the empty bowl on the table, heard the unscrupulous hiccups of the girl behind her, and the smile on the corner of her lips became even bigger, and she sat down on the edge of the bed instead, and asked casually, "Do you want to eat?" ”

"I don't eat, I like to feel full." Shen Miaoyan touched her stomach and replied calmly.

She had been locked up in a dungeon by that man, and she had not eaten a drop of rice for three days, and she had tasted the taste of hunger, and she knew that the feeling of being full of food and drink was so precious.

Jun Shuying saw that she was not sleepy, so she leaned on the bed frame and said with a smile: "Then, I'll tell you a story?" ”

The little girl nodded.

The glass lamp in the corner exuded a soft luster, shining on Jun Shuying's face, the pair of Danfeng eyes that flew obliquely into the sideburns were full of brilliance, the corners of his lips were always slightly upturned, and a few strands of long black hair fell from the corners of his forehead to his chest in curls, he was not as beautiful as a mortal.

She liked to smell the lotus fragrance on his body the most, this fragrance was tranquil, as if it could soothe the violence in her heart a little, so that she was no longer so anxious and uncomfortable.

She finally fell into a deep sleep.

Jun Shuying's voice gradually lowered, reached out to brush away the broken hair on her forehead, then lowered her head and kissed her forehead, and got up to leave.

The candles in the glass lamps gradually burned out, but the night pearls hanging in the four corners of the tent were still lit, replacing the moonlight and candles, guarding the little girl on the bed.

Since she was locked up in the dungeon, she was particularly afraid of the dark and the closed room, so Jun Shuying specially collected all the night pearls of the whole mansion and put them in Penglai Pavilion, which made the pavilion in the water look green.

Above the big lake, the white mist is shrouded, and from the lakeside, the whole Penglai Pavilion emits a green glow in the mist, like a fairyland.

In the deserted courtyard in the distance, a beautiful woman in gorgeous costumes leaned under the tree, looking at Penglai Pavilion with her eyes obsessively, it was really beautiful, the splendid Zhulou piled up by countless night pearls stood majestically on the ethereal white mist water, it was really beautiful......

I don't know which beauty is hidden in that Zhu Lou?

Jealousy grew like a vine in his heart, Xie Zhao looked up at the bright moon in the sky, she had been locked up in this deserted courtyard for several months, and that man had never come to visit her......

The beautiful nails dug deep into the bark, she looked at Penglai Pavilion again, and there was a hideous flash on her beautiful face.

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Prince's Mansion.

Seeing that it was July, the weather was getting hotter.

Xue Baozhang was dressed in a thin crimson light gauze dress, shaking a fan with a white jade handle, walked through the many curved corridors, and took Bi'er towards the big study of Dongliu Courtyard.

The man was busy with business all day, and he had never set foot in Rong'an Courtyard since he married her.

She touched her flat belly, the mother values the son, and she has to conceive the child as soon as possible.

Since he didn't go to her Rong'an Hospital, she could only take the initiative to come to Dongliu Hospital.

She combed her delicate cloud bun today, and the purple jade tassel hairpin on the bun made her skin white as snow, noble and gorgeous, and the confident smile on the corner of her lips added a bit of glamour to her.

She knows that men hate women taking the initiative, but she is not disgusted with the initiative of beauties.

The guard guarding the door of the large study reported to the man inside, and then respectfully invited her in.

Xue Baozhang stepped into the threshold, turned a few bead curtains, and saw Jun Tianlan sitting behind the bookcase, with a stack of folds more than a foot thick in his hand.

She took the celadon cup from Bi'er's hand, and her voice was gentle: "Now that the weather is hot, the concubine specially made iced snow fungus lotus seed soup to relieve the heat of the prince." ”

Her hands are white and delicate, her crystal nails are painted with bright red danko, and when she holds the celadon cup, her little finger is slightly upturned, which is particularly eye-catching.

Jun Tianlan didn't take a look, only stared at the fold, and moved the pen like flying: "The princess has a heart." ”

Xue Baozhang raised his hand to signal Bi'er to retreat, and only she and Jun Tianlan were left in the study.

"If the princess has something to say, you might as well say it directly." The man's attitude was cold, and he still did not look up from the pile of folds.

Xue Baozhang stood behind him, his gaze swept over the fold, and said with a smile: "Your Highness works hard every day for state affairs, and it is very hard. Seeing that it would be Qixi in a few days, the concubine saw that the lotus flowers in the garden and lake were all blooming, and thought that it would be better to find time to hold a lotus appreciation banquet, and His Royal Highness could take this opportunity to relax. ”

Jun Tianlan has never been interested in this kind of thing, so he replied casually: "It's up to you." ”

Xue Baozhang smiled even more on the corner of his lips, and tentatively pinched his shoulders for him: "Your Highness, can you rest?" ”

Jun Tianlan's body stiffened, and the hand that was carrying the pen paused.

Xue Baozhang was bold, leaned over behind him, and his weak and boneless little hands slid down his shoulders to his chest, and then went all the way down, with a bit of girlish coquettishness: "Your Highness hasn't touched the concubine yet......

Jun Tianlan stared at her hand, an indescribable feeling of nausea rose from the bottom of his heart, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and reminded in a cold voice: "This is the study." ”

"So what?" Xue Baozhang withdrew his hand, walked up to him calmly, and proudly took off his coat, "The concubine thinks that His Royal Highness is not such a pedantic person. ”

Her figure is bumpy and bumpy, and her skin is as delicate and smooth as white jade.

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