Don't have a dance suit, cut the dress into a dance dress?

Han Zai looked at the silver scissors handed over by Jiang Sleeve Beads, and did not take them, but raised his head and glanced at her, "Just want to please this king like this?" ”

Jiang sleeve beads' watery eyes blinked, his eyes moved down, fell on his resolute chin, stretched out his white and tender fingertips and scratched gently, and said softly, "I want to make the prince happy." ”

Her chin was scratched by her, Han Zai's deep eyes narrowed, took the silver scissors from her hand, looked her up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Close your eyes." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu and Han Jae looked at each other, a knowing smile appeared in their eyes, raised their arms slightly, and closed their eyes.

Han Zai's eyes were on her white and transparent face, and four words came to mind: Ren Jun picks.

He bent the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and most of the depression he had held all night dissipated.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu waited for a long time, but he didn't see Han Jae's action, and was about to open his eyes, when there was a rustling sound of clothes in his ears, and Han Jae stood up.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu closed her eyes again, her ears became more and more sensitive, and she felt Han Jae rubbing her arm and walking behind her.

He was close to her, and his warm breath spurted down the back of her neck, causing a shiver.

Following the tip of the silver scissors down her spine from her neck, a little itchy and a little cold, Jiang Sleeve beads trembled a little.

The scissors slid to the back waist and stopped, and with a "click", the fabric was cut out, and a cinnabar mole the size of a grain of rice on the snow-white skin was as red as blood.

Han Jae stared at the mole for a long time before he looked away and continued to operate the scissors, and after a while, a large piece of clothing fell to the ground, and Jiang Sleeve Bead's entire waist was exposed to the air.

In the night of mid-spring, there was still a little chill, and Jiang Sleeve beads asked lightly with his teeth, "Are you okay?" ”

Han Zai looked at the snow-white thin waist in front of him, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Don't worry."

His voice was hoarse, Jiang Sleeve Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and she was a little nervous, she felt the cold silver scissors fall on her shoulders again, "click" twice, and the sleeves fell down her arms.

Jiang Sleeve's slender eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, and his arms were as soft as white jade.

Han Jae walked around to her again, his eyes falling on her neckline, his breath splashing down her face.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu couldn't help but open his eyes anymore, pursed his lips and smiled at him, took the scissors in his hand and put them on the table, "Lord Wang, if you cut it again, you won't be able to dance?" ”

Han Zai's eyes deepened, and his hot palm clasped her back and pressed her towards him, and his voice was low, "If you can't jump, you won't jump!" ”

The two looked at each other, and everything around them seemed to be nothing, but neither of them took a step closer.

Suddenly, the fire candle on the lampstand burst out, and Han Jae admitted defeat first, lifted Jiang Sleeve Zhu's chin, and kissed her delicate red lips.

After a kiss from the dragonfly, he wanted to withdraw a little distance to see her appearance, but Jiang Sleeve Bead suddenly hugged his neck and deepened the kiss.

Han Zai felt Jiang Sleeve Zhu's enthusiasm, and then thought of her inconsistency in words and deeds, his mood was very complicated, and his originally warm heart gradually cooled down.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu sensed that something was wrong, slowly left his lips, and looked at him with wet eyes full of admiration, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Zai's deep eyes swirled on Jiang Sleeve Zhu's face, and finally he didn't say anything, and walked straight to the bed with her......

Not long after, a drizzle began to fall outside, lingering and complaining.

Looking at the screen, the two figures overlapped, and Han Jae suddenly "hissed", his face painful.

Jiang sleeve beads had a bit of ruddy on his face that had not yet dissipated, like a peony baptized by drizzle, raised his eyelids lazily, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Jae glanced at her, "The wound on your neck was just scratched open by you." ”

This is talking about the wound that was scratched by the tea cup smashed out by Jiang Sleeve Beads yesterday.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu motioned for Han Zai to sit up first, and propped himself up, "I'll take a look." ”

Han Jae turned his head sideways.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu took a closer look, and the wound on the inch had indeed opened again, oozing some blood.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu was afraid of causing trouble, so he went to the chest of drawers to get medicinal wine and ointment, "I'll give you some medicine." ”

Han Jae glanced at her and turned sideways.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu sat down on the edge of the bed, first helped him wipe his wound with medicinal wine, her movements were a little big, Han Zai frowned, "Jiang Sleeve Bead, your strength is somewhat personal grudge." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu sneered, "Yuan Wei is gentle, why don't I go to the guest house and invite her to give medicine to the prince?" Her strength was a little heavier.

But fortunately, the wound was shallow and quickly treated.

Put the medicinal wine and ointment back, Jiang Sleeve Zhu blew out the candle, got on the bed, and lay down by himself.

In the dark, Han Zai looked at her back and said in a cold voice, "This king hates women the most to be petty." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu turned his back to her, clenched his teeth, then took a deep breath, sat up, and said with a smile, "How dare you be petty to the prince, Yuan Wei and I are like sisters, regardless of each other, isn't it what the prince wants?" ”

Han Zai pinched Jiang Sleeve Zhu's chin and spit out two words lightly, "Hypocrisy, hypocrisy!" ”

The next day, when Jiang Sleeve Zhu woke up, Han Jae had already entered the palace.

After Jiang Sleeve Zhu finished breakfast, he asked Fuyun to bring the medicine bottle in the dresser.

After opening it, she found that there was only one amount left in it, and after taking the medicine, she instructed Fuyun, "Later, you go to Qianjin Hall, and let Doctor Huang prepare a few more bottles of Chengzi Dan according to the previous prescription." ”

"Yes."

Jiang Sleeve Zhu thought for a while, and then explained, "Just say that the regent asked for it." ”

Fuyun arranged the affairs of the main room and left.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu has been very tired for the past few days, and after eating, he did not go to the garden, but crooked on the brocade couch to make up for sleep.

When she woke up, Fuyun happened to come back, she handed over the box carved with pomegranate branches to Jiang Sleeve Beads, Jiang Sleeve Beads opened the box, and wanted to calculate how long she could eat it, but the faint taste in the box made her frown, this time the medicine didn't seem right.

Thinking like this, she opened the medicine bottle and took out a pill, broke it and carefully examined it, and sure enough, it was not the kind she had taken before.

"Did Dr. Huang give you this medicine personally?" Jiang Sleeve Zhu closed the box, his eyes were slightly sunken, and he looked at Fuyun and asked.

Fuyun: "The medicine that the girl took was the most important thing, and the slave maid didn't let anyone else touch it after she took it from Doctor Huang." ”

"So, this medicine was dropped before it reached your hands?"

"What do you mean, there's something wrong with this medicine?" Surprised?

Jiang Sleeve Zhu bowed his head slightly, "I don't know the other ingredients, but the wood incense in it will make people drowsy all day long and lose energy." ”

Fuyun's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of a person, the medicine boy that Doctor Huang trusted the most was an orphan rescued by Yuan's staff in his early years, and Yuan's sister, Miss Yuan, seemed to have a different kind of emotion for the prince.

If the medicine was really stolen, then nine times out of ten it was instructed by Miss Yuan to make the medicine boy.