The scene returns to the carriage.

There are quite a few stories in this carriage.

Song Yiran took the initiative to sit next to Yan Huaiji, next to him, and turned his head.

Why didn't he turn his head, why didn't he look at her?

Hurry up and see her! This is the beginning of the story!

Song Yiran felt that her eyes were going to be stared.

Just when she was about to give up, Yan Huaiji couldn't bear it.

He approached her, his slender fingers gently hooked the veil in her ear, and his voice was bewitching and tired, "Princess, this king's tolerance is not bottomless. ”

Song Yiran followed the end of his words, "Where is the bottom line of the prince?" ”

She went to step on it?

I've heard that men like women who play with fire!

"Huh." Yan Huaiji smiled angrily, and there were turbulent waves hidden in his eyes, as if he would do something irrational in the next second.

Song Yiran: !!

It's just that this fire seems to be a bit big.

Just as there was a sudden slam on his body, the carriage stopped.

Song Yiran immediately left him and turned over and got out of the carriage.

"Ahh

Everything was very handsome, but I tripped over the steps and almost fell to the ground, and my left foot was broken.

Song Yiran: ......

[Hahahaha!! is worthy of your sister dyeing, and sister dyeing is worthy of the title of a funny anchor!! 】

[No, I have to take a screenshot, I can't laugh anymore!] 】

[Yes, the anchor is funny, Ye Qing replied. 】

She is in such a pain, no one feels sorry for her, why are they still laughing, hey!

If she could go back along the network cable, she would have pulled out the craziest laughing ones and carried them to the steps to make them stumble a hundred and eighty times!

Let's see if they hurt!

Song Yiran twisted her fingers and tried to restrain herself, looking annoyed.

Suddenly, there was no foot in the air.

"Uh-huh???"

The body also became lighter, and it turned out that Yan Huaiji picked her up again according to the forward route.

This time, Song Yiran was very hard, holding his arms with both hands, just not hugging his neck.

She could smell the smell of iron in her nose, but she ignored it.

Hmph, stupid man, hugging her so many times, will she still be moved? No way!

Song Yiran felt that she was very cold.

As everyone knows, in Yan Huaiji's eyes, this appearance is like a child who is angry and doesn't eat.

Silly tight.

Back in the room, he placed her in a chair and crouched down to examine her foot injury.

When his hand touched her feet, Song Yiran subconsciously retracted it, "WOC you...... Lord Wang, you are so noble, how can you stoop down like this. ”

Yan Huaiji: ?

What did he just hear?

woc you?

Play so big.

He continued to play with her, "...... Huai'er is a princess, and she is tied to the same knot as this king, so why is it noble or not. ”

"What's more, the princess hasn't taken care of this king these days, so she really doesn't have any thoughts at all?"

He lifted his eyelids, and his slender eyelashes were reflected by the candlelight, casting a small shadow of crow blue on the sockets of his eyes.

Song Yiran tensed her nerves.

This guy ...... What's wrong now?

What about the vicious villain I said just now, why is she soft and supple in front of her now.

Could it be that you have taken the wrong medicine?

Or schizophrenia!

He lowered his head back, his eyes were full of distress, and his bony fingers were about to be put up, when Song Yiran kicked him in the chest with a spirit, knocking him to the ground.

"Ah, me...... Are you okay. "Why is he so weak today, he kicks and falls.

"Ahem!!"

Song Yiran saw that his lips were pale and his body trembled in pain, "Are you injured again?" ”

She turned her head and shouted to the door of the room, and Yan Huaiji stopped her the second time.

"No, once this injury spreads, those wolves and tigers who are eyeing it will take advantage of it, just endure it."

"You're shaking like this, and you still have to endure it?!"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Huaiji slowed down and put his hand on her wrist, "Don't let outsiders see this king's injury." ”

Looking at those eyes, Song Yiran's words that he wanted to say were suddenly blocked, "You ......"

After the doctor arrived.

Song Yiran opened the door and went out, brought in the box used by the doctor, and the young man she saw when she raised her eyes lit up in front of her.

Now the doctors don't talk about medical skills, are their appearance so involuted?

Bu Jingfu bent down and arched his hand, glanced at the man who pretended to be weak in the room, looked at her meaninglessly, and bowed back.

Song Yiran closed the door.

"Sit down, lean on, don't move."

"Hmm...... Hiss. ”

Yan Huaiji watched her rudely rip off her clothes, and didn't know what to do for a while.

His side shoulders can be described as a thousand holes, and judging by the degree of color healing, they are all new wounds that have not been around for a long time.

"How can you stand it so badly, is it because of Yan Huaixiu?"

Song Yiran's father is a professor of medicine, and the wound treatment methods and first aid measures are all grasped from a young age, and the techniques are quite skillful, and they often come in handy.

She opened the box and hesitated for a moment, tending back and forth on his wounds.

Yan Huaiji smiled bitterly, "It's him." ”

"Why?"

"Huai'er is a smart person, and he must have known that it was this king who harmed him before, but he didn't succeed, which led to his revenge."

Song Yiran slapped his hand, "Oh." ”

Let you go against the male protagonist.

He watched her silently, letting her fiddle with his wounds.

After the wound was treated, Song Yiran wrapped a bandage around his back and wrapped the wound on his shoulder.

She stood up without saying a word, and put her things away on the table, only to notice his mottled back.

The scars on his sturdy back were all over the body, like a poisonous snake, and the bruises were terrifying.

"You...... What's wrong with the prince on his back? ”

Yan Huaiji tied the single clothes to cover the marks, "Since I was a child in the cold palace, my mother was crazy because she couldn't see her father every day, so she poured all her anger on her son. ”

"I thought it would be better after leaving the cold palace, but now the mother concubine still doesn't want to see her, they are all old and old."

His tone was understated, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

Song Yiran's eyes sank, his lips and teeth opened slightly, and he didn't speak again.

She walked over, her slender hand stopping his single coat, her eyes resting on his back.

"So it's all that makes your hatred grow day by day?"

Yan Huaiji was silent, and Song Yiran also knew what it meant.

It's just right, the time has come!

"I have a plan, I don't know if I will be lucky enough to be in the eyes of the prince."

"Oh?" A hint of cunning flashed in Yan Huaiji's raised Danfeng eyes, "The princess said to listen to it." ”

"The situation is turbulent, if you and the four princes want to fight, it will be you who will die or die, it is better to give up the throne first and usurp the throne in one fell swoop."

"When the faint monarch is dead, find another opportunity to let the new emperor die violently, and then the prince can sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman?"