Under the waiting of Ping Qian, after dressing and washing, Jiang Shu was sitting in front of the rhombic bronze mirror next to the dressing table in the new room and watching her make up for herself, when the hidden door was suddenly gently pushed open from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Changxun, who had already shed his luxurious wedding dress, was wearing a straight body of pure white thick satin and a pale cyan white fox fur edge cloak and walked in across the threshold.

Ping Qian didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly inserted the last flower hairpin in the whole set of heads for Jiang Shu, walked quickly around the screen to greet him, and bowed down respectfully towards him: "Slave and maid to meet the prince." ”

Zhu Changxun slowly waved his hand at her, glanced at Jiang Shu inside, and said lightly: "The princess is awake, why don't you call this king?" ”

"I didn't let her go," without waiting for Ping Qian's answer, Jiang Shu slowly turned his head and said with an understanding look, "I heard that the prince stayed here for most of the night last night, and he just went down to rest for a short time, how can he bear to disturb." ”

Since this Zhu Changxun acted like her, she completely ignored the unpleasantness of that day, and played kung fu here with a pleasant face, and she didn't mind playing with him in the future days in the palace.

Then, one day, she has to find a way to get out of here and pursue the kind of free and unfettered life she wants.

"Princess, is this considered to be distressing about this king?" Zhu Changxun didn't know what she was thinking, but when she heard this, her eyes moved slightly, and she walked inside over the screen.

"What does the prince think?" When he walked a few steps away from him and stopped, Jiang Shu raised his head slightly, met his dark eyes, and raised his lips to ask.

Looking at each other, Zhu Changxun couldn't see that she was talking to herself, and a touch of self-deprecation floated slightly on her lips, but she soon disappeared again, slowly walked behind her, and said lightly: "The princess is in the mood to laugh, it seems that she is recovering well." ”

"This is for the blessing of the prince." Jiang Shu immediately replied with a smile.

If it weren't for the fact that this person didn't agree to withdraw from the marriage, why would he think about leaving quietly, and he wouldn't have been drenched in snow, and why would he be infected with wind chill and have a high fever!

"Are you blaming the king?" Zhu Changxun naturally heard the hint of gnashing of teeth in her tone.

"Why did the prince say this?" Jiang Shu pretended to be puzzled.

Although she had made up her mind to leave sooner or later, she still had to stay in this Fu Wangfu Mansion for a while, and she couldn't say anything about waiting for Lang Mo in the wind and snow.

Zhu Changxun groaned slightly, and said with a slightly restrained expression: "On the day you left the palace, if it wasn't for the fact that this king forcibly ordered you to get out of the car and caused you to get drenched in the rain, maybe you wouldn't be like that, so it's understandable that you blame this king." ”

"......" Jiang Shu turned his head slightly, and through the reflection of the not very clear bronze mirror in front of him, he saw a serious look on his elegant and handsome face, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly-it turned out that he thought that he was infected with the wind cold because of the rain that day.

However, Jiang Shu naturally would not be stupid enough to clarify that this is not the case.

Since this Zhu Changxun feels ashamed of himself because of this incident, it is better to let him be ashamed, and he may be able to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate conditions with him in the future.

Thinking like this, she tugged at the corners of her lips lightly: "Does the prince look at me like the kind of person who even cares about such trivial things?" ”

"I can't see this king." Recalling her cold attitude at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion yesterday, Zhu Changxun slowly shook his head.

After a pause, he thought of something again, raised his hand and took out a dagger with delicate patterns and various colored gems on the scabbard of the knife from his sleeve, pulled it out neatly, and swiped it towards the index finger of his left hand.