The difference in personality between him and Murong Qianjue was not formed suddenly, but with the passage of time and the evolution of the environment, the difference in their habits is getting bigger and bigger!
Dongfang Jing was startled, then nodded and said, "Fourth brother is right. From then on, you can just pass it to me at home to watch alone. I don't like my man wearing bright clothes every day, standing on the street in the west of the city, Provoke some rotten peach blossoms."
"Okay." Zongzheng Fusu said yes, but his face was terribly gloomy. Fortunately, he turned his back to that girl, otherwise his face would be so stinky that it would definitely reveal his own thoughts.
"Master, the carriage is ready." The two of them dawdled, apparently at odds with each other, but in the eyes of the servants, it was you and me, so affectionate that they couldn't extricate themselves. Dongmei was worried that if this continued, she would miss lunch time, so she hurriedly reminded her.
"Let's go." Dongfang Jing nodded with a light smile.
Probably because Zongzheng Fusu wore the clothes she picked out, her mood today was extraordinarily bright, like the sun shining brightly outside the window.
As soon as she finished speaking, Zongzheng Fusu left the room first.
Dongfang Jing followed behind him, limping, very awkward.
Dongmei frowned, and hurried forward to hold Dongfang Jing's hand, and whispered, "Master, this servant is here to help you."
In the blink of an eye, Zongzheng Fusu had already walked out of the palace quickly, got into the carriage, and left her and Dongmei far behind.
Dongfang Jing's expression changed slightly, and the smile on her face also disappeared. She couldn't figure it out, what did she do wrong, why Wuyou got angry for no reason
"Fourth brother, give me a hand." Dongfang Jingchu stood in front of the carriage and deliberately called out to the people in the carriage.
If it was the past, he must have tried his best to touch her hands, hug her waist, and wipe her oil, but this time... not at all.
Zongzheng Fusu lifted the curtain of the car, and the eyes behind the mask were as cold as ice, forming a strong contrast with the sunny weather. With a slight movement of his finger, a pill flew out amidst the lightning and thunder, and hit the horse's front leg very accurately.
tear--
The steed let out a long hiss, and then its legs went limp, and it sat down on the ground. The carriage, which was originally high above, instantly became half shorter.
Zongzheng Fusu glanced at Dongfang Jing lightly, and said in a blunt tone, "The princess can get in the car by herself now."
Dongfang Jing was very surprised by his abnormal behavior, opened her mouth slightly, but had nothing to say. She couldn't beg him to stretch out his hand, put his arms around her waist, beg him to carry her into the car, could she
"Master, this servant will help you." Dongmei quickly sensed the strange atmosphere between the two of them, and quickly gave her a helping hand.
"No, I can do it myself." Dongfang Jing looked back and gave Zongzheng Fusu a cold look, and then in front of him, she pushed Dongmei's hand away without a trace, and limped up the stairs with both hands and feet. The carriage got into it.
Zongzheng Fusu glanced at her lightly, and when he saw her sitting down peacefully, he raised his finger slightly.
Da... da da... da da...
He knocked on the back of the car a few times, like a code word, the horse that was lying on the ground just now suddenly became energetic again, stood up straight suddenly, took a step, and galloped towards the direction of the prime minister's mansion!
Dongfang Jing tilted her body and almost fell. In a panic, she tugged on the man's sleeve to stabilize herself a little.
When the carriage started to drive smoothly, Zongzheng Fusu glanced at her fingers in disgust, and then quietly pulled back his sleeve from her hand.