The black-bellied prince is soft and cute

Chapter 31
Obviously, there is no hope for urine escape. When will the days of being toyed with by applause come to an end?Shui Qianxun sat on the toilet, resting his chin, slightly sad.

After solving the Chu Gong problem, Shui Qianxun was dragged up with a whoosh, and with a "bang", his back fell onto the pedals again.

There was no one on the bed.

Shui Qianxun turned her head and saw Huangfu Xun who was sitting behind the table. His clothes had already been changed. According to his hypocrisy, the clothes she used to wipe her sweat and nose just now were probably gone. .

The man with black hair in snow clothes holds a cup in one hand, the black jade ring on the index finger and the white jade cup complement each other, and holds a pen in the other hand.With a concentrated expression, he was annotating volumes on the case table, and the tip of the brush touched the fine jade rice paper, rustling endlessly.

There is a celadon flower branch lamp in the corner of the table. There is no candle in the wick, but a night pearl the size of a pigeon egg. The lustrous light illuminates the world of the table.

The pearl is hazy, outlining the line of the man's side face, the long eyelashes drooping, the bridge of the nose straight, a thin line of light pink lips softening in the light and shadow, the skin also seems to be glowing with a touch of jade, and I don't know which is more radiant, the skin or the pearl.

He just sat quietly like that, his white clothes were like snow, and his person was as cold as ice and snow. His whole body was spotless, like an exiled immortal walking out of the moonlight on a snow-capped mountain.

The singing and dancing, silk and bamboo, the fat, fragrant and powdery, the luxurious and luxurious, all seem to have gone away. The world that belongs to him has never been contaminated by the world of mortals.

Shui Qianxun looked away, she was worried that if she continued to watch, she couldn't help but want to eat him again.

Facts have proved that as long as she provokes him, the unlucky one is always her.

Mo Chu's cold voice came from outside the door: "All the hawkers on the street outside Hongxiu Zhaowai have been replaced by people from Prince Xi's Mansion, a total of 16 people."

Huangfu gave an "um" in a leisurely tone, as if he didn't take it very seriously.

After a pause, Mo Chu said again: "In Hongxiu Zhao, Prince Xi's Mansion has arranged nine ghost detectives."

"Leave no one on the street, and don't move the ones in the red sleeves."

Mo Chu took the order and left.

The prince lived in a third-rate brothel, and killed all the eyeliners of King Xi's Mansion on the street outside the brothel, but kept the eyeliners inside the brothel. What does it mean?
Shui Qianxun propped her head and thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, the affairs of these ruthless and sinister princes had nothing to do with her, she just wanted to be a spectator.

Shui Qianxun never expected at this time that she, as a spectator, would eventually affect the world, and she was also pushed by the roulette of fate onto a turbulent life path.

After looking at the silhouette of the handsome man in the haze of pearls, Shui Qianxun stretched, yawned, and was tired after running for his life all day. He put his hands on the edge of the bed, turned on the bed, and got ready to sleep.

Unexpectedly, she was suddenly torn away by a strong force, and Shui Qianxun, who had just climbed to the edge of the bed, fell on the footrest again.

What do you mean?Sister is not allowed to sleep on the bed?Can only sleep on these cold and hard pedals?
Shui Qianxun rolled her eyes: "I demand treatment that matches the status of the princess!"

She can't be blamed for nothing, and if she bears the name of a princess, she won't get the benefits of the princess. She, Shui Qianxun, will not do such a disadvantageous thing.

"Patter", Shui Qianxun fell from the pedal to the floor.

"I don't want to sleep on the floor!"

"Bada..." Shui Qianxun flew from the floor to the desk again, with her head and feet drooping outside the desk, not to mention the hollow patterns carved on the four sides of the desk, which made her back hurt.

Shui Qianxun shut up. From the looks of it, if he continued to protest, he might be sent to spend the night on the toilet downstairs tonight.

She has always been resilient.

Shui Qianxun slowly climbed down from the desk, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, held his breath, folded his sleeves, tiptoed, and carefully returned to the pedals to lie down. A wooden thorn was sent under the quilt silently...

(End of this chapter)