"Why are you here?"

She looked up, and the person unconsciously took a step back.

"Spring is bright, the flowers are red and willow green. How? Xu Niangniang came out on a date to enjoy spring, but this gentleman can't come? ”

Zhao Huaiyi vigorously pulled up his robe and sat down in front of her.

"Yes, you can do it, then Chonghuajun, you slowly enjoy the spring, and the palace will go back first." Seeing that he couldn't be easily provoked at this moment, Ling Wanwan lifted her dress and ran out.

"What's the hurry? Since Niangniang is also here, why not sit with Benjun? ”

He reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly, as if smiling.

"I'm not in the mood to accompany you."

Ling Wanwan writhed, and after a while, her face turned red.

"I'm in the mood to accompany Lu Gongzi, but I'm not in the mood to accompany me?" He no longer held back, and pulled the person down hard, and she fell under him, and he sat tightly on his lap.

Ling Wanyan's red dress covered him, making his face jade and bewitching.

"You are presumptuous!"

Ling Wanwan'e frowned, struggling and struggling.

Zhao Huaiyi stretched out his leg and hooked it gently, and the curtain of the boat was lowered by him, and he lowered his head and kissed the angry person in his arms, and his movements were rough as if with a breath of anger.

Ling Wanwan was pressed by him to lean on the edge of the coffee table, her posture was soft and boneless, and the spring breeze blew in through the cracks in the curtain, making her body soft and slightly open, and he broke through the city in an instant.

Listening to the sound of rippling water in the river, and the pedestrians coming and going on the shore were reflected in his eyes, Ling Wanwan desperately stopped his coquettish cry, grabbed his robe tightly and bit his lip and said, "If Lu Gongzi can't help me, you have to help me." ”

Now that she's come this far, she has no choice but to let go.

"Then why didn't you beg me in the first place?" He looked up, beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ling Wanwan's eyes were lowered, and she didn't answer his words.

Suddenly, the hand he wrapped around her waist clenched hard, and Ling Wanwan's body instantly collapsed in his arms.

She leaned on his shoulder and gasped slightly, and the next moment, she lifted her face to cover his lips.

"Hmm-"

Zhao Huaiyi snorted, and a smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.

"Remember what I say."

Ling Wanwan gently wiped the blood from his lips with her fingers and got up to leave.

"..."

Chunying was hugged by Pei Xiao to enjoy the scenery by the river, pretending to be a couple who came out on a date. At this moment, seeing that Ling Wanwan finally came out of the boat, she hurriedly broke his hand and stepped forward to help her.

In the afternoon, there was news outside that Su Yunqing had come to Changle Palace.

Ling Wanwan woke up from sleep, and her head hurt slightly.

"Concubine Niangniang."

Su Yunqing wore a splendid palace dress and saluted her, as long as she did not remarry the fourth prince for a day, she would be the concubine in this palace.

"Sit down."

Ling Wanwan propped her forehead with her hands, hiding her intention to carefully examine her.

"Niangniang, these are the wedding clothes and tiara jewelry to be worn when you get married, and the courtiers have ordered the palace people of the Shangyi Bureau and the Sizhen Bureau to hurry up and make them."

I saw that she looked dignified and gentle, and the people of the palace put the things they brought on the table, and the people twisted the handkerchief, and the bones of her body faintly showed some signs of illness.

After coughing lightly a few times to stabilize her appearance, she continued: "You are married for the second time, and marrying into the prince's mansion is a side blessing, it is not appropriate to make a big deal, the empress dowager said, on the fifth day of the fifth day of the fifth month of May, you can carry the sedan chair from the west palace gate out of the palace." ”

She seemed to be relaying Empress Dowager Cao's words, but she was actually demonstrating to her.

It is not difficult to see that her gentleness and dignity are all pretended.

"Fu Jin's body is not good, and he has to help the four princes to marry Fu Jin, it's really hard work."

Ling Wanwan rubbed her eyebrows lightly, and her eyes were half-raised.

"Being able to share the worries of the prince is within the courtier's responsibility." She was not annoyed, and still replied decently.

People who can hide their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are ruthless characters, and Ling Wanwan sent her away after a few idle words with her.

She ordered Chunying to put away everything on the desk, and she was worried when she saw it.

In the following days, Ling Wanwan was waiting for Lu Zhiheng's news.

It's a pity that I didn't wait for a long time, but waited for Zhang Rosary.