The host wants to be human today

Chapter 588 The Young Master Is A Poor Little One 37
She frowned impatiently, her tone serious.

"Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to come to the courtyard of the main hall?"

Song Qing silently tucked her scalded hand into her sleeve, and spoke in a low voice enduring the pain.

"My wife, I just want to bring you soup."

The Crown Princess glanced at him coldly, showing no pity on her face.

"Do what you should do, and don't touch other places."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves and wanted to close the door and go in, but he stopped him.

"Master wife!"

Seeing her looking over, Song Qing stood up in embarrassment, begging.

"My wife, let's live in peace, okay? That position will be yours sooner or later, why bother to do these things, please stop going to the prime minister's mansion, okay?"

The Crown Princess' complexion immediately changed when she heard the words, she squinted her eyes, and her voice was unclear.

"Are you eavesdropping on what the hall is saying?"

He shook his head, and only leaned over to grab her skirt.

"Wife master, stop it, okay?"

The Crown Princess took a step back, avoiding his touch, and only looked down at him.

"Come here, Zhengjun is unconscious, take him back, and don't take half a step out of the door without the order of the hall."

The dark guard quickly jumped down from the tree and quickly took away the people on the ground.

It wasn't until being locked in the room that Song Qing fell to the ground with a lonely expression.

The palace attendant who came over after hearing the news immediately helped him up carefully, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the burn on his hand, and his voice trembled.

"Zhengjun, why did you still go to His Highness?"

He stared blankly at the ceiling and only made a low sound.

"Tell me, did the wife master ever like me?"

The palace attendant was carefully administering medicine to him, when he heard the words, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

However, Song Qing didn't intend to ask him to answer, she just lowered her head and buried herself in the cloth, her voice was low and indistinct.

"Why am I a man..."

Because he is a man, he was born to be disliked.

Even with the name of the son of the prime minister's mansion, he has not seen his mother more than ten times since he was a child. Later, he married the crown princess for the benefit of the family, and has been more cautious since then.

Does he like his wife?Maybe it used to be a favorite.

...

By the time the boy returned to the yard, it was already very late, and the servants only boiled water for him to bathe and retreated.

The candlelight in the room was warm and somewhat dim, and the flame flickered slightly.

Huai An sat by the window wearing only an inner coat, his clear and beautiful eyes fell on the cloak, and his snow-white fingertips rested on it, gently rubbing along the pattern.

After a while, he buried his head and rubbed against the cloak as if he couldn't help it, with a nostalgic look on his face.

After the action was finished, he raised his hand to touch his hot cheek again, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

What is he doing...

As soon as he got up and wanted to hang up the cloak, he heard a familiar soft sound.

"You're very smart today, you didn't close the window."

The boy was stunned, but saw that the little girl had climbed in proficiently, and was patting his skirt with her head down.

He blinked, his tone hesitant.

"Why is Your Highness here?"

Shouldn't this be a break?

Li Tang raised her chin proudly, and motioned him to look at the table.

"I'll sneak out when they're asleep! I'll sleep here tonight."

She has come all the way to sleep, so the little pity shouldn't be unhappy, right?
Huai'an was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the ball on the table, and could vaguely tell that it was a small quilt.

Seeing him looking over, Li Tang hugged her little quilt and walked towards the bed, explaining.

"It's comfortable to hold and sleep with."

(End of this chapter)