"What's the meaning of your mother's words? The slaves are stupid." Although Xin Lan had a delicate mind, she couldn't guess what the master meant.
Concubine Xian then said, "Go to the side hall to get the things from the secret compartment, and quietly send it to His Highness King Ning. No matter how stupid Zhen'er is, he can understand what I mean."
"Your Majesty..." Xin Lan turned pale with shock, "Your Majesty, you have to think carefully."
"Of course I have thought it over clearly." Concubine Xian's eyes were clear like water, and her eyes were like torches, she obviously had seventy to eighty percent certainty in her heart.
"Your servant obeys." Xin Lan immediately took the order and entered the side hall.
into the night.
Zongzheng Fusu was exercising his kung fu to heal his injuries when there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" He whispered.
"My lord, it's me." The girl's voice came in, not as indifferent as usual, but soft and sticky, which made people feel very comfortable.
"What's the matter? The king is going to sleep." Zongzheng Fusu still remembered what happened during the day, his chest was heavy and extremely depressed.
"My concubine heard that the lord was suffering from the cold, so I specially prepared wormwood and ambergris to smoke the wormwood for the lord to drive away the cold." Through the door of the room, Dongfang Jing cautiously probed. Wuyou's temperament is no longer as gentle as before, and he can make her feel uncomfortable for several days if he loses his temper casually. If the entrance to the underground secret room was not in his room, if she was not worried about his injury, she would never have taken the initiative to find him.
Zongzheng Fusu couldn't help frowning, he didn't wear a mask, his side face reflected the moonlight, and he smiled slightly. He didn't know what kind of thoughts that girl came to him, but as long as she came to him...he was happy.
"Come in." He quickly put on the mask, cleaned himself up, and sat on the bed solemnly.
Dongfang Jing didn't expect that he would agree so quickly, so that a lot of reasons she had prepared were rotten in her stomach, and the whole afternoon was wasted. I don't know when she saw that Wuyou had to do her homework first, otherwise... every time she bumped into him suddenly, she would say a wrong sentence, and in the end they broke up.
Zongzheng Fusu did not hold the lamp, Dongfang Jing let out a long sigh of relief. Playing tricks in the dark, her odds of winning are slightly greater.
"Come here." Seeing the girl stuck in place, Zongzheng Fusu couldn't hold back any longer and waved to her.
Dongfang Jing walked over with the wormwood in her hand and the incense burner.
Zongzheng Fusu got off the bed, turned his back to her, and remained motionless.
Dongfang Jing froze there, a little confused.
"Cough..." Zongzheng Fusu coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take off your clothes."
"Huh?" Dongfang Jing was surprised. She brought the censer over, just wanting to provide incense for him to drive away the cold, and by the way, mix some drugs to stun him. What is this "undressing"
"Isn't it smoked moxa? Of course, the king took off his clothes, and the princess smoked it on the king's back, so that it would be effective." Zongzheng Fusu stood there, waiting for the girl to do it, "If the princess is not willing, go out Right. The king can do the incense himself, and the princess doesn't need to do it."
He knew that she didn't like him, and even a little loathed him, so she knocked on the door to look for him so late, it must be for incense, there must be other things - something to ask of him!
That being the case, why didn't he take advantage of her thoughts to keep her and spend a little more time with her
"Okay." Dongfang Jing was silent for a long time, but still agreed. She put down the things in her hands and carefully took off his robe.