Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

"Yes." Lu Hen entered the room and poured a cup of tea for Su Ying.

Ling Feng followed Luhen into the room and saluted her: "Subordinates, see the princess."

Su Ying held the tea cup and looked up at Ling Feng: "What's the matter with you?"

Looking at Su Ying's complexion, Ling Feng said slowly, "The prince is coming to Ming Yuxuan tonight. He wants to eat the princess and make Gongbao chicken."

"The princess has mediocre cooking skills, I'm afraid I can't satisfy the prince's appetite." Su Ying smiled faintly. Ming Yuxuan is not where he comes as he wants. "If the prince likes to eat, go elsewhere. He was yesterday. Isn't she a spoiled concubine Ye, Concubine Ye must be willing to wash his hands and make soup for him."

Ling Feng felt Su Ying’s cynicism. He only felt a dense cold sweat on his forehead. He glanced at Su Ying and said seriously: “The prince only likes the dishes made by the princess, and the princess just makes a little ."

Su Ying did not speak, but lowered her head to hold the teacup. Her eyes were hidden under her long eyelashes, and she couldn't see any expression. Then she made a move that surprised everyone, she poured tea into her hand.

Lu Hen and Ling Feng didn't react for a while.

Su Ying's white and delicate hands soon showed redness and swelling.

"Wang Concubine!" Lu Hen and Ling Feng said in unison.

Su Ying seemed to feel nothing, her face remained unchanged, and she casually raised her head to look at Xiang Lingfeng, as if she was still helpless: "Look, my hand is burnt, and now I can't cook. "

The pot of tea was just brought in by Luhen from the outside, and some were scattered on the table, still steaming at the moment.

Lu Hen felt distressed, and said: "Wang Hao, you..."

Ling Feng looked in his eyes, a look of guilt rose in his eyes.

Ling Feng didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear of making Su Ying angry, he turned and left silently.

Luhen took the veil and carefully wiped off the water on Su Ying's hand, her eyes were red: "Why is it necessary for the princess?"

A pale and feeble smile appeared on Su Ying's lips.

Hongbo took the ointment and treated Su Ying's wound, and said distressedly: "Princess, fortunately this tea is not too hot, otherwise scars will be left on this hand."

Su Ying groaned for a long while, and told Lu Hen to say: "Go and lock the door for me."

Lu Hen hesitated: "But the princess...the prince finally came over..."

Su Ying's voice is beyond doubt: "Close."

When Ye Feibai came over, the sky was already a little late, and the moonlight shone coldly on his slender body, pulling his shadow out of the old.

He stood at the door, raised his hand and knocked twice.

The light inside was still on. He saw her and stood at the door. She didn't make a sound, and neither did he. His eyes looked affectionately at her shadow at the door. He stretched out his fingers and stroked her shadow. With thin lips, he uttered two words, Ying'er, with a voice that only he could hear.

Su Yingqing closed her eyes, and Ye Yanran had something in her mind.

She didn't believe anything she said, but she wanted to hear Ye Feibai's explanation.

Ye Feibai stood blankly for a while, hesitating for a while, turned and left.

Su Ying was waiting for his third knock on the door, and the third knock was delayed. Then she heard the sound of his leaving footsteps, slightly hurried.

Su Ying couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, and after a long while, she shook her head and lightly closed her eyes.

"Master, are you really not going in?" Ling Feng followed Ye Feibai. He knew he shouldn't talk too much, so he couldn't help but ask.

Ye Feibai didn't say a word, and didn't speak.

Ling Feng spoke again: "The hand of the princess was burned."

Ye Feibai's footsteps stopped, and he quickly turned around. He looked at the shadow on the door and almost wanted to fly in.

It took him a lot of strength to restrain himself, because the patience was too strong, and the veins on his forehead almost burst.

Ye Feibai's voice was low, and he asked word by word: "Is she seriously injured?"

Ling Feng replied: "It's not very serious."

Her heart was hurt very badly, Ye Feibai said silently in her heart: "Ying'er, wait for me, and I will return to you soon."

Su Ying didn't know when she would go to bed. The night was freezing cold alone. She was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and she couldn't sleep. Finally, he stood up and opened the window to look at the dark sky outside.

Luhen was watching the night outside. Hearing the movement inside, he asked carefully: "Is there anything wrong with the princess?"

Su Ying said coldly: "Pour me a glass of water."

Luhen brought tea and came in, and saw Su Ying standing in front of the window in thin clothes, looking thin and lonely from behind. She felt a pain in her heart. She stuffed the teacup into Su Ying's hand and hurriedly closed the window and door: "The princess had a fever yesterday, and her body is not yet complete, so she is not afraid of freezing."

Lu Hen turned around and took the clothes from the side and put them on Su Ying's body, and asked worriedly, "Wang, are you not going to sleep?"

"Can't sleep." Su Ying took a sip of the cold tea. There was no extra expression on her face. She just looked at a certain place. "When I was in Su Mansion before, although the days were not going well, but I feel unhappy. And now..."

Su Ying glanced at Lu Hen, "I'm thinking of marrying into the Huai Palace, is it a wrong choice?"

Lu Hen rarely saw Su Ying's fragile side, and she comforted her softly: "Wang Hao, don't worry, the prince may be wrong for a while. After all, you are the mistress of the mansion, and you are pregnant with the prince's prostitute. Where's the eldest son..."

"No." Su Ying shook her head, "This is not the life I want."

She didn't like it at all in such a smoggy day.

Su Ying has been recuperating in the yard for a few days, and her body has improved. She feels a little sore all over, so she walks in the yard with green marks.

Lu Hen walked next to Su Ying, as if deliberately making Su Ying happy, and tweeted non-stop: "Wang Hao, the weather has been pretty good these days. It's not bad to go out often."

"Ok."

"Would you like to go shopping in Meilin?" Luhen smiled, "The plum blossoms over there are all beautifully blooming."

"Okay, let's go take a look." Su Ying was in a good mood. There was a stone bridge in front of him. The pond under the bridge was crystal clear and sparkling in the sun.

Su Ying and Lu Hen crossed the stone bridge, and from a distance they saw a woman in a yellow shirt in front of them, surrounded by several people, because they were so far apart, Su Ying could hardly see her face.

Su Ying guessed her identity and wanted to turn around and leave, but faintly heard the voice begging for mercy.

Su Ying frowned: "What's the matter?"

Luhen walked a few steps quickly, then turned back: "Wang Hao, it's celebration." <!--