Jiang Qi got some osmanthus wine from her, and he knew that if Uncle Xiaohuang came, it would be difficult to explain if he happened to meet him, and he didn't like trouble, so he got up and said goodbye.

Anyway, what he wanted to confirm was already confirmed, and there was no need to stay long.

Seeing him walk away, Mu Ling's stiff eyes moved, and he said slowly, "Miss, hasn't the prince come yet?" ”

"Where did we get him," Ruan Yuyi took the used cup with her hand, "What's wrong?" ”

Her eyes were clear, her complexion was calm and soft, and the Dongzhu earrings on her ears shook slightly as she turned around, reflecting a few bits of light.

Mu Ling's lips twitched, and then he said in a trembling voice, "Miss, you're afraid that you're ...... Recognize the wrong person. Although there was only a glimpse on the street, that glance was enough for her to remember the appearance of King Yu's son.

And his amorous outfit, with the jade bone fan in his hand swaying gently, is the best thing to recognize.

She didn't understand what Mu Ling was talking about for a while, and raised her eyes to look at her, "What is the wrong person?" ”

Mu Ling Zhengse said, "The apricot-colored son who came just now is Jiang Qi, the son of King Yu." As soon as these words came out, like a thunderclap, Ruan Yuyi seemed to be frozen in place, and the movements of her hands were frozen.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" She moved the corners of her lower lip before she tightened her frozen smile. She seemed to have lost strength in her hand, and she couldn't hold the cup anymore.

The white porcelain cup slammed to the ground and cracked, and the remnants of the wine splattered in all directions, dipping her feet deep into the ground, and she didn't seem to realize it.

Her words seemed to be mixed with coldness, which was very different from the usual gentleness. Where had Mu Ling seen the young lady so serious, he was frightened and hurriedly knelt down.

"Miss Mingjian, the slave doesn't dare to lie, that person is indeed the prince of King Yu." She only dared to stare at the skirt on her lap.

Miss Duyan in the house is the best master to wait, in fact, only these close maids know that Miss is used to being squeamish, she can't be cold or hot, she is susceptible to wind cold, can't eat spicy, and is picky in her mouth.

It's just that she won't say it most of the time, and Sister Muxiang, who has been with Miss, has been informed of her. And even if they do something wrong, she is still gentle and instructive.

It is her clear rewards and punishments and kindness that make the maids and maids close to her and respect her.

"Isn't it the king of any family?" Ruan Yuyi grabbed the last trace of luck in her heart and asked again.

Mu Ling just shook his head, although he didn't speak, he could see the decisiveness.

The chaotic thoughts were like vines, entangled Ruan Yuyi tightly, her eyebrows jumped suddenly, but she couldn't move.

It's no wonder, no wonder he has a thin cocoon on his hands that has been practicing martial arts all year round, no wonder his temperament is very different from the rumors, and he doesn't see his wives and concubines around him.

- I was wrong from the beginning.

But she couldn't understand why he knew that he was mistaken but didn't refute it, and let her misunderstand it like this. In his eyes, is her behavior these days extremely ridiculous? Whether he intended to tease her didn't warn.

If he wasn't Jiang Qi, then who would he be, how could he have the guts to pretend to be the only son of the Dawu dynasty.

But when he thinks about it, he seems to have never admitted that he is the prince of King Yu, and she has always thought so wishfully.

She laughed suddenly, her sideburns falling down, obscuring half of her face. The smile at this time was extremely abrupt in her unbelievable expression.

Mu Ling was flustered by laughter, afraid that something would happen to the young lady, so he quietly lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and Fang felt that her eyes were clearer.

She stretched out her hand and helped Mu Ling up, although her voice was soft, it was not difficult to distinguish the trembling in between, "Don't kneel, it's cold on the ground." I didn't say it when I first left you, in my courtyard, you don't need to kneel at every turn. ”

After a long list, she gradually regained her voice.

The mouth of the altar on several cases is still open, and the cinnamon incense that has been buried for a year has not disappeared, but is locked in the closed altar, and now it smells, it seems to be more and more fragrant.

"Miss, what are we going to do now?" Mu Ling said cautiously.

She glanced at the door and said softly, "Let's go back and talk about it." "Anyway, if she stays here, she doesn't know how to get along with him.

She wanted to pretend she didn't know, but she couldn't.

Fang Xing took a few steps, and saw a dark figure push open the courtyard door. He has a long body, and his eyes are usually cold, and when he stands casually, he is not angry and arrogant, which makes people afraid of approaching.

She didn't know how she could mistake such a man for the rumored and kind prince of King Yu, and there was no similarity between the two.

If he also holds a folding fan like Jiang Qi in his hand, I am afraid that it will also make people think that it is a sharp blade that shines coldly.

She froze, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, and she could only stare at him slowly coming towards her, as if she knew this person for the first time.

Jiang Huaiyang approached the little lady's side, and when he saw that she was looking at herself in a daze, and she didn't speak, he stroked her cheek and said in a low voice, "What are you doing standing here?" The chill in his eyes seemed to dissipate.

But her gaze did not move, and as soon as he approached, it landed on the hem of his clothes.

There were a few rough spots in her hand, and the chill from outside made her shiver.

"Your Highness." She tried her best to pretend that nothing had happened, tilting her head slightly, so that her cheek rubbed against his palm.

She heard him in her ear, and the breath he exhaled touched her ear, "Go in first." ”

She didn't know how he had brought her into the room, or when the door had been closed, and when she came to her senses, there were only the two of them left in the room.

He tricked her up, grabbed her two wrists with one hand, and pressed them above his head.

Fear rose in her heart for no reason, and she subconsciously struggled a few times, only to find that his strength was extremely strong, shackling her wrist and not moving at all.

Jiang Huaiyang didn't feel strange, just her usual shyness.

She couldn't move her hands, so she could only move her feet, and the bell on her ankle sounded in small pieces under her struggle. He dropped a kiss that almost burned her.

He seemed to be even more irritated by the sound of the bell.

She turned her face sideways, tears streaming down her eyes.

She had always known his habits, but now there was a sudden sense of shame in her heart.

He never asked her wishes, and the traces on her were often the ones that had not faded from the previous and were covered with new ones—though she knew that she had made it up first, and that it seemed to him that she was willing.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged, and the tears that fell from the pain at the beginning became more and more turbulent. She bit her lip and didn't want to make a sound.

She didn't even dare to ask who the person on her body was.

I had to bear it myself.

A hand seemed to touch her cheek, and it wiped away her tears, but her face was soon wet and cold again.

Jiang Huaiyang saw that the little lady couldn't stop her tears today, so he simply didn't wipe them away, and dropped a kiss under her eyes, as if he wanted to kiss the tears away.

(End of chapter)