Liang had no intention of staying in this place any longer.

She just changed into a coat and put on some saliva to cover her pale face, and her body was still covered with wounds.

Liang Cisheng didn't want others to see his tiredness, so he raised his eyes and searched around the courtyard, only to see his cousin Yan Yun standing not far away with an anxious face.

Liang Cisheng sighed and hooked his hand towards him, "Yan Yun, come here." ”

Yan Yun was originally on the periphery, but seeing that his cousin did not fall behind, he never rushed up.

Originally, he estimated that there were girls who had not left the pavilion all around, and it was not good for him to rush in as a man, but the moment he saw Liang Cisheng waving to him, he ran towards his sister almost without thinking about it.

With that joy, Liang Cisheng, who was sitting on a high seat, raised his hand to cover his face.

No matter how you look at it, it's like a plush poodle raised by the royal grandmother when it sees a sausage, and it pounces on her vigorously.

Although Yan Yun is not very reliable in the eyes of outsiders, Liang Cisheng knows that his cousin is simply because his temperament is too simple, and he is often spoiled and lacks tendons, and he is straightforward, but in fact, he has a good temperament and is also smart.

Liang Cisheng explained this matter to Yan Yun in a low voice, and then left the banquet first, brought back his female doctor, and led a group of people from the front hall to the back wing.

This time, Nanshan Bezhuang is Jiang Zhiyan's bureau, and it stands to reason that Jiang Zhiyan should arrange where the ladies live.

Liang Cisheng didn't bother to pay attention to so much, and directly called the person in charge of Nanshan Bizhuang to rearrange a new wing room for them.

"It's good to be able to live in people, and the other palaces don't care." Liang Cisheng's body hurt a lot, but he still endured the pain and told everything well, especially the miracle doctor he invited back, arching his hands.

The divine doctor touched his beard and hurriedly stepped forward to help the person up, "The princess is in a high position, so she can't help it." ”

"No matter how hard I can't do it, Master is still my Master." Liang Cisheng pulled his lips and chuckled, and even changed his self-title of "Bengong", for fear that the deception when he reported his home would make Liao Yuan feel a gap.

When everyone was settled, and she was about to take a step into the room, she caught a glimpse of a shadow standing in her sight out of the corner of her eye.

As soon as Liang Cisheng looked up, he saw Chu Zhuxu standing next to her with the appearance of a handsome son.

The moment he saw her look up, his expressionless face suddenly showed a smile like a spring breeze.

Just looking at it made Liang Cisheng's back cold.

This is another bad idea in my head.

Liang Cisheng's heart sank.

I have to say that in the end, it is the person who slept in the same bed in her previous life, no matter how much she dislikes Chu Zhuxu, or the next second when the other party's mood changes, she will automatically analyze in her mind whether Chu Zhuxu is happy now, or thinking about how to calculate others.

"Why is Prince Chu still standing here?" Liang Cisheng's hand holding the door frame exerted a slight force, forcing himself to look at Chu Zhuxu calmly.

When Chu Zhuxu heard this, he lightly suppressed the somewhat wanton expression on his face, and lifted the hem of his robe slightly towards Liang Cisheng, "When I see the princess enter the room, the minister dares to leave with peace of mind." ”

"After all...... The people who want to kill the princess are not one or two. ”

"......" Liang Cisheng said dumbly.

She was too lazy to have too much intersection with Chu Zhuxu, so she turned around and entered the room with a light hum, and it didn't take long for someone to pass hot water, and there were coquettish sounds from time to time.

Silverface stood outside, coughing lightly and then lowering his head, his ears exposed outside the mask reddening.

Chu Zhuxu didn't move, still standing at the door of Liang Cisheng's room, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking from his facial expressions.

But Silver Face thought - the master must have a deep meaning in doing this.