"Rong Yin has been doing nothing for so many years, so it's all pretending! Hehehehe..." Rong Pingting couldn't help laughing at herself, "Back then, I should have encouraged Yue'e to take more medicine, so I might as well have poisoned that little cripple to death." !"
Dongmei devoted herself to protecting the lord, her gaze turned cold when she looked at Rong Pingting, "Concubine Rong's petty thoughts, let's wait until I go to the Broken Butterfly Pavilion to reflect on them slowly! After all, the night is long and there is no one to accompany you. , you have to find something to do!"
A moment later, Rong Pingting was dragged out of Yuhua Terrace.
"Zhongli Wanyun! Zongzheng Fusu! And Rong Yin! Remember to me that Rong Pingting will not be defeated so easily. One day, I will ask you to pay with blood!"
The entire dormitory of Yuhua Terrace echoed the sound of mourning.
Dongfang Jing kicked Wei Chiming fainted in the corner, and said to the guards outside, "Come here, take His Highness the Ninth Prince away, and don't dirty the Yuhua Terrace bestowed by His Majesty!"
"yes!"
When the song ended, Zongzheng Fusu, who had been silent for a long time, said hoarsely, "Zhongli Wanyun, you are much more interesting than I imagined."
"His Royal Highness Prince Gong is also much more interesting than I imagined." Dongfang Jing sneered, "I thought you were unrestrained outside the palace for the past three nights, but I didn't expect you to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night... huh..."
Zongzheng Fusu sneered, "Just follow the imperial decree. Tonight, my king is still sleeping here."
Dongfang Jing's complexion suddenly darkened.
Luqiao and Dongmei looked at each other, as if they understood something, they quietly left the room. At the end, the two of them did not forget to close the door tightly.
Only Dongfang Jing and Zongzheng Fusu remained in the entire side hall.
Zongzheng Fusu took off his shoes and socks first, turned over and lay on the side of the bed.
"You don't sleep on the floor?" Dongfang Jing looked at him in amazement.
"Why do you have to sleep on the floor if you have a bed?" Zongzheng Fusu asked back.
"Are you going to let me sleep on the floor alone?" Dongfang Jing frowned.
"Why do you have to sleep on the floor when you have a bed?" Zongzheng Fusu repeated, patting the empty space beside him with his big palm, as if signaling her to come and sleep.
Dongfang Jing frowned.
"Do you want to disobey the imperial decree?" Zongzheng Fusu said again.
Dongfang Jing originally thought that the two of them could live in peace and be a couple in name only, but now it seems that the other party doesn't think so. She stepped forward bravely, took off her shoes and socks, and then rolled over into the inner bed.
Dongfang Jing closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could clearly feel the man's aura beside her, but Zongzheng Fusu's face was wearing a mask, and that handsome and bright aura seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, which was somewhat unpredictable.
"what you do?!"
Zongzheng Fusu suddenly turned over and pressed her under him. Dongfang Jing was full of surprise, and the poisonous blade in her hand had already touched the opponent's neck.
Zongzheng Fusu made a strike like lightning, and with two fingers, she completely dispelled her weak fist and kick. His slender middle finger and ring finger held the blade he had taken from her hand, leaned towards her, and said with a provocative smile, "I also want to know, what do you want to do? Murder your husband?!"
"You..." Dongfang Jing glanced over.
Zongzheng Fusu threw away the blade, and reached out to pick off the clothes on her right shoulder. If he read correctly, when she took off her clothes just now, there was clearly a birthmark on her right shoulder...
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