Dongmei said without hesitation, "Master came back from the front hall and went into the house to rest. During this period, the slaves have been guarding the backyard and never left for half a step. The prince asked the slaves, what are you doing?"
Dongmei cautiously probed.
After Zongzheng Fusu listened, a heart hanging in the air finally fell to the ground. He didn't care whether he fell into a coma or turned into Murong Qianjue during this period of time, as long as he and that girl lived in two different places, it would be fine.
"It's nothing, the king is just worried about the safety of the princess." Zongzheng Fusu brushed the cold sweat off his face, and then turned to her and said, "You step back, the king goes in to see the princess, and won't wake her up .”
When Dongmei thought of the terrible scars on Dongfang Jing's body, she shuddered, her arms were still in front of Zongzheng Fusu, and she refused to move away.
Zongzheng Fusu glanced at her lightly, with a tinge of coldness in his eyes.
Dongmei was shocked by the cold air all of a sudden, she hastily retracted her arms, then bowed her head and retreated to one side.
in the house.
Dongfang Jing lay quietly on the bed, listening intently, listening to every word of the conversation between the two outside the room.
Click——
There was a very slight sound, and the door of the house opened in response.
Feeling that person's approach, Dongfang Jing's back couldn't help but stiffen severely, hiding in the fingers of the quilt, the cold was overwhelming. The man got closer and closer, and she even began to tremble unconsciously.
I don't know if it's nervousness or fear... even she can't tell the difference.
"Third sister..." Zongzheng Fusu tentatively called softly.
Dongfang Jing closed her eyes tightly, not answering.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and Zongzheng Fusu couldn't hear her voice, so he felt flustered, so he took two steps forward. It wasn't until his boots hit the bedpost that he lowered his head slightly, just in time to hear the girl's even breathing... He let out a long sigh of relief.
It seems that Dongmei didn't lie to him, his little concubine went back to her room to rest early in the morning, and had no chance to meet Murong Qianjue.
Thinking of this, Zongzheng Fusu's frowning brows finally relaxed, and a slight smile finally appeared on his lips.
After the battle of Mangshan, it was the first time that the heartstrings broke out, and it went so smoothly, although it was somewhat beyond his expectations, but the ending was finally satisfactory.
He couldn't help leaning down, and pressed a deep kiss on the girl's forehead.
Third sister, every day of my life, you must be well.
Dongfang Jing felt the scorching hot breath coming towards her, she couldn't help but bowed, turned over unconsciously, turned sideways on the inner bed, and quietly avoided his kiss.
Under the dim moonlight, Zongzheng Fusu shook his head helplessly towards her back.
Prince Ning's Mansion.
After finishing grooming, Chuning walked around the back garden and a rockery under the guidance of the maidservant of Prince Ning's mansion, and then came to the front hall.
A round table was set up in the center of the hall. More than ten dishes had been prepared on the table, and three sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed beside the table.
When Chu Ning arrived, Yu Chizhen and Gongsun Qin had already taken the two main seats, leaving only the right seat for her.
"I am a concubine, I have met the prince." Chu Ning said coldly.
Seeing her coming in, Yuchi stretched out his long arms on purpose, wrapping them loosely around Gongsun Qin's waist.
Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Chuning walked over on his own and sat down on the empty seat.
"boom!"
Yuchi really deliberately patted the table, looked at Chu Ning expressionlessly, and said, "Aren't you Chu people as ignorant of the rules as you? A concubine's room doesn't even know when it meets the main room." A salute?!"