She pondered the lines in her heart, and finally pretended to squirm and pinch her mouth, which seemed to be embarrassing: "Haoyu's hand is really coincidental, I really like these dirty pants, why don't you help me find one." ”

He frowned rather puzzled: "Princess, no woman wants to wear obscene pants." ”

Yun Qiange finally found the night clothes by rummaging through the cabinets, she put the black night clothes on her body, took off the golden step on her head and put it on the table, loosened her hair bun, neatly pulled a ponytail, and then stepped on the window edge, stretched out her index finger and made a secret gesture at him, and said with a smile: "That...... God knows this thing, you know it, I know it, don't say it. ”

Wan Qi Haoyu raised his head in confusion: "No, princess." ”

He was just about to finish his sentence when he found the room quiet, except for the sound of the burning oil lamp, and he raised his eyes to the empty window.

The autumn wind blew the window sash and made a creaking sound, Wan Qi Haoyu sighed softly, and swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach, obscene pants are a personal thing, how can he do it for someone other than Xiyan?

No, Xiyan won't wear obscene pants, looking at the entire Tianyuan Dynasty, only the princess has such an inexplicable idea of women wearing obscene pants, right? Why don't he wait for the princess to come back and talk to the princess later?

"Alas, even if I don't make profanity pants for the princess, the princess will let other nobles do it for her, or her second and fourth brothers? They seem to like princesses. Wan Qi Haoyu muttered to the cyan bed curtain, not noticing his sour tone at all.

The thought of the duke going to find another man to help her make her pants made made him feel uncomfortable all over his body, and his clear eyebrows were wrinkled enough to kill a fly.

He pulled himself up and buried his face in the futon, struggling......

In the end, Wan Qi Haoyu finally came up with a convincing statement, if others knew that the princess was a woman and wore obscene pants, they would laugh at the princess.

Although he and the princess are not husband and wife, but they have the name of husband and wife, if this matter spreads, even he will feel ashamed, yes, the princess is infamous enough, for the sake of his own face, he still does not give this matter to others.

After figuring out this, Wan Qi Haoyu felt much more comfortable, he began to put on a cotton coat happily, got out of bed and turned out his dirty pants, he picked up the dirty pants that Yun Qiange turned out just now, and thought for a while: "This style princess will like it, right?" No, no, this is too plain. ”

He put the profane pants back and picked up another blue profane trousers: "Does the princess like the blue ones?" No, no, this one is too glamorous. ”

The candlelight in the room flickered, and a cold and lonely man was talking to himself about his dirty pants, picking left and right, and being busy was not happy, if Qingzhu was here, I was afraid that his eyes were wide and he almost didn't fall to the ground, what was the son doing in the middle of the night?

The night was dark and windy, Yun Qiange wore a night suit and shuttled through the night with dexterity, and the ghostly figure appeared quickly at the door of the pharmacy in the house like a raccoon cat.

The two female guards guarding the pharmacy were standing at the door of the pharmacy and chatting, and she only had twenty seconds to enter through the pharmacy window.

She hid behind a tree and picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it in one place.

"Who? Come out? ”