This prince, when he said this, he was obviously thanking himself, but his tone was so blunt, but he had a bit of a sense of guilt.

"Don't thank me, lord, I'm just marrying casually." Hua Xiangrong smiled and said, facing him, her body couldn't help but tremble a little.

The man frowned, when did he say thank her? Did this woman do it on purpose or on purpose?

His strong self-control made him suppress the urge in his heart to pinch her to death, and asked with cold eyes, "When does the princess plan to return home?" ”

"Go back, go back, naturally you want to go back, the prince has come to pick up the concubine in person, how can the concubine not go back?" Hua Xiangrong replied with a smile, what she wanted to say was, how could she not have the power to go back?

The temperature in the room has been rising, and Hua Xiangrong can feel that her underwear is a little sweaty, and the socks on her feet are also very uncomfortable.

She really wanted to escape from this room, but helplessly, this man with a powerful aura was here, and she couldn't find any excuse to leave.

Finally couldn't freeze her posture anymore, she got up from the ground, and continued with a smile: "Lord Wang, I will order someone to prepare and go back to the house with the prince." ”

After saying that, he was ready to rush to the door, as long as he didn't stay with this man, it would be fine.

ran too quickly, but hit the chair coldly, and was about to fall to the ground.

Fu Jiuchen stretched out his hand, hooked her thin waist, and gently took her into his arms.

Hua Xiangrong tightened her body, looked up suddenly, and hit the man's jaw with the top of her head, and she could clearly hear a muffled snort escaping from the man's throat and eyes.

Fu Jiuchen held Hua Xiangrong's thin waist with one hand, his hands were soft, and he only felt that the soft one seemed to break when it was broken, which was more beautiful than he imagined.

The hand pressing on the waist couldn't help but increase the force, as if it was going to melt her into the blood and bones. Hua Xiangrong snorted and said softly: "Lord Wang, you hurt me." ”

Fu Jiuchen's eyes were stunned, and he slowly lowered his eyes to look at the flower in his arms.

With a pair of big red eyes, a pale little face slightly raised, a thin chin against his chest, and hands against his waist, very resistantly trying to distance between them.

There was green silk flowing between his fingers, and Fu Jiuchen smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid, and he pushed Hua Xiangrong away with a sudden thud, and then subconsciously took a step back, and the heat in his eyes instantly receded, replaced by some cold and pressing gloom.

Fu Jiuchen calmed his heartbeat, took a big step back, put one hand behind him, and looked condescendingly at Hua Xiangrong, who was a head shorter than himself: "This king didn't say that he came to pick you up and go back to the mansion, you go back to the palace by yourself, this king still has something to do, let's go." ”

After speaking, she left her room with full aura, leaving Hua Xiangrong, who was stunned in place for a long time and couldn't come back to her senses.

"Oh." After a long time, she spat out a word in her mouth, and then sorted herself out and went out with her.

On the edge of the deep verandah, thin layers of snow fall, and there is a red plum tree next to the courtyard aisle, each bud arched a little red, which is very clear in the snow.

Hua Xiangrong got down the stone steps, walked to the plum tree, stretched out his plain hand, touched the delicate buds, and hooked a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Rong'er." A whispering call came.