Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 4 A Different Princess
Regent House.

The lights are bright, and the moon and stars are rare.

Behind the rockery, there was the sound of splashing water, and the fog was lingering.

"Damn."

Most of Jiu Que's skin was hidden under the hot spring water, and his long black hair floated up and down in the water, half covered and half exposed.

His eyes were as bright as the lips of poppies.

The Tiancang Kingdom almost became his possession.

After thousands of calculations, she missed the woman who was singing Qingyan Song.

"Master, the princess' bedroom must be laxly guarded at this moment, do I need to send someone to infiltrate it and get her head?"

Cen Bin stood on the side respectfully, staring at the rockery without squinting and asked.

He was ready to go, as long as Jiu Que gave an order, he rushed out like a bow and arrow.

Jiu Que grabbed a piece of scented soap by his side and threw it in the direction of Cen Bin.

Cen Bin didn't dare to dodge, he could only let the scented soap hit his forehead impartially.

"Crack." There was a sound.

In an instant, the forehead turned pink.

"Since I have already been to the palace and Qingyange didn't die then, then nothing will happen to her now. If she dies now, wouldn't those old guys in the court not want to try to impeach me?"

Jiu Que's tone was commanding, his eyelashes were half-opened and half-closed, his whole body was gradually filled with murderous intent.

"This subordinate knows his mistake." Cen Bin quickly knelt down, not daring to say a word.

The air became very quiet in an instant, only the sound of water flow could be heard, and the birds were flying and singing in the air.

After a long time, Jiu Que's dark red lips lifted, "Do you smell blood?"

"The smell of blood?" Cen Bin sniffed carefully, his eyes wandering around the rockery together with Jiu Que.

Finally, two pairs of eyes fell on the black gold silk patterned robe that had just been faded aside.

The taste comes from there!

Jiu Que's mind suddenly recalled the scene before leaving the palace, the woman was lying in his arms like a limp trapped animal.

The pair of weak and boneless little hands moved up and down at him.

It turned out that it was left behind at that time.

interesting.

Really interesting.

"Cen Bin." Jiu Que snorted coldly.

"The subordinate is here." Cen Bin replied.

"Bring this robe to me and burn it. Remember to burn it into ashes." Jiu Que said with a dangerous gleam in his beautiful eyes, he almost gritted his teeth.

"Yes." Cen Bin got up, took the robe, and walked lightly, turning around and just walked a few steps.

"and many more--"

Then I heard Jiu Que's somewhat lazy and evil voice.

Cen Bin stopped and looked at his master who was still in the bath with some doubts.

Qing Yange's beautiful face suddenly flashed in Jiu Que's mind, and somewhere in his heart was inexplicably itchy.

"Take it well," he said finally.

"...Yes." Cen Bin held the robe in his hand, and for a moment didn't understand why the master would do this.

On weekdays, which robe does the master not wear only once and then throw away?

Why did you keep this one alone?
Is it to remember the shame of tonight?

After all, this is a play that the master planned for several days, but he never thought that both Qingyange and the emperor were safe and sound.

This shame must be kept in mind, and it is also to urge them!
Yes, it must be so!
……

Qing Yange lay on the bed, her eyes closed tightly.

Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

In the next second, the eyes were lifted lightly, and those radiant eyes were like crystal clear gems.

"Princess, princess, you are finally awake!"

A court lady in a light blue long dress was crying so loudly with tears streaming down her face.

Qing Yange glanced lightly, and saw Qing Yuan, the first-class court lady who had been serving her all the time.

"How long have I been asleep?" Qing Yange got up from the bed, stretched her waist, felt the pain in her muscles and bones seemed to have disappeared, her body was light and relaxed.

"Princess, you slept for three days and three nights, but the imperial doctors were terrified. The emperor sent Eunuch Chang to visit several times." Qing Yuan wept with joy, wiped the tears on her face casually with a handkerchief, and hurriedly waited on Qing Yuan. Yange got up.

Three days and nights? !
No wonder she felt that all her tiredness was swept away, she didn't expect that she had slept for so long!
"Qing Yuan, where is the imperial dining room?" Qing Yange sat in front of the bronze mirror, letting Qing Yuan dress up.

"Imperial dining room? Princess, are you hungry? I'll order someone to prepare meals right away." Qing Yuan said, she was about to put down the mahogany comb in her hand, and go out to call someone to prepare food, but she was stopped by Qing Yange.

"No, I want to make pastries myself." Qing Yange shook her head.

It is estimated that during her deep sleep, Qing Yuan fed this body a lot of liquid food, so she did not feel hungry at all when she woke up.

Being a princess is really delicate, so you don't have to worry about falling asleep but being hungry.

"Princess, you have golden branches and jade leaves, why do you want to make pastries?" Qing Yuan wondered if she heard it wrong, she stared at the extremely beautiful face in front of her in some surprise.

Didn't the princess sleep badly?
Qingyange saw that her black hair in the bronze mirror had been tied up, and she matched it with a full head of red hairpins.

And the dress on her body was too jeweled, she frowned slightly, "Help me change into a simple and elegant dress, and take off the red hairpin, just use that snowflake hairpin."

"Princess... don't you..." Did you take the wrong medicine?
Qing Yuan stammered, but she didn't dare to finish her sentence.

"I'm going to meet the Prince Regent, so I have to prepare for everything, right?" Qing Yange pursed her lips and smiled.

"Yes, yes, this time the Prince Regent plans to kill you, the princess. The concubine and servant who slashed thousands of knives has already been thrown into the snake's nest. We will go to the Prince Regent's mansion in person to frustrate the Prince Regent's prestige. !"

Qingyuan smiled happily, fanning the flames in Qingyange's ear.

"Hey, but what does this have to do with making pastries? Besides, shouldn't it be noble and glamorous? Only in this way can you overwhelm the world!" Qing Yuan seemed to have changed her mind suddenly, her face full of confusion.

Qing Yange poked her eyebrows towards the bronze mirror, the woman in the bronze mirror looked like a water lily, and her charming cheeks were pinched with water.

It's full of collagen!

Coupled with this lightly applied makeup, her lips are slightly red, her eyes are like lacquer, and she is wrapped in plain clothes, making her look a little weaker.

Satisfied, she stood up and walked towards the door.

"Qing Yuan, we are here to curry favor."

???

What did Qingyuan hear in her ears?
When did Her Royal Highness embark on the path of softness?
"Qingyuan, learn a little bit, this is the best life for a coquettish woman~" Qing Yange lowered her eyes and chuckled lightly, her eyes gleaming like water.

A quarter of an hour later.

Everyone in the imperial dining room tremblingly looked at Her Royal Highness who was busy in front of the kitchen stove.

They all turned their gazes to Qing Yuan, the first-class court lady next to Her Highness the Princess.

Everyone in the imperial dining room: What is the princess doing?
Qingyuan imitated the princess's appearance and covered her face with a chuckle: This is called a coquettish woman's luck.

Everyone in the imperial dining room: ...

Her Royal Highness was insane after being assassinated, why is it that even Aunt Qingyuan is also insane?
(End of this chapter)