The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Leave it down!" Rongquan nodded, let go of Yunqianyue, lowered his head to pull his sleeves, and saw his half-sleeve sleeves could not help smiling.

Mother Zhao knew that Jing Shizi didn't need her help to change the medicine. She bowed back and walked to the door. She saw a gold leaf thrown on the ground. She picked it up quickly and glanced at it. She didn't recognize the word. Ask, "Miss, where is the golden leaf from here? How did you throw it to the ground? There are words on it!"

Rong Jing smiled and closed his sleeves.

Yun Qianyue looked up and saw that it was the golden leaf that made Rong Jing cramped. She glanced at Rong Jing and saw him lowering her head. There was no smile or tenderness on her face at this time. The expression, she frowned, thought for a moment, and said to Mom Zhao: "Oh, Rong Jing just accidentally dropped it, you can bring it to him!"

When Mother Zhao heard the words, she immediately took the golden leaf and bowed it to Rong Jing.

Rong Jing looked up to see Yun Qiangyue. When she saw that she had bowed her head at this time, she couldn't see the expression on her face. When she saw her lips twitch slightly, he turned to Mother Zhao, with a light smile, and said warmly: "Your family is very Like this golden leaf, give her!"

"Yes!" Mother Zhao handed that golden leaf to Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue did not reach out to pick up, but looked up at Rongjing, facing Rongjing to see her sight. Wen Wenrun was no longer uncomfortable. She pouted her lips and reached for the golden leaf. In any case, the person who wrote the letter must have been deeply involved with her body. Naturally, she cannot be thrown away in this way. Since inheriting this body, you must accept all the things brought by this body, good and bad.

Mother Zhao felt that the atmosphere between Miss and Jing Shizi was a bit wrong, but she was not in charge, and she retreated.

"Come, change medicine!" Rong Jing took two jade bottles out of her arms and opened the voice to Yun Qianyue. Yun Qianyue sat still, looked at Rong Jing, and pursed her lips: "I have a blockage in my brain, should you know?"

"Hmm!" Rong nodded.

"The person who wrote this letter...I don't know who it is now!" Yun Qiangyue shook the gold leaf in his hand, a small piece of gold leaf, which weighed a lot. But at the moment, she felt that the man who was standing in front of him and had to give her arm a dressing weighed heavily, so she felt it was necessary to make him understand something.

"You don't need to know if you don't know, you will know sooner or later." Rong Jing said.

"What do you know? Are you going to say something to me?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows. She thinks Rong Jing knows what.

"I only care about your people, but it doesn't include the things that care about you." Rong Jing said as he opened the jade bottle, and dripped two drops of clear liquid-like things on his fingertips, smearing Yun Qianyue The corner of the lip that was bitten by him.

Yun Qingyue rolled her eyes, and the feeling of freshness and coolness relieved some burning numbness. She felt that Rongjing had good things in her hands, and it was really good. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you want to control me?"

"Huh!" Rong Jing gently rubbed the liquid with his fingertips, and his fingertips lingered at Yunqianyue's lips, which made his expression warm by three points.

"I'm hard to control." Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing without blinking.

"I didn't know you the first day." Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qiangyue and smiled.

Yun Qingyue was shaken by this smile. Some faintly asked, "When did you know me?" She remembered the conversation that sounded in her mind earlier, and swallowed back the unexplained words. Should it belong to the memory of this body? If that person was the former Rong Jing and the master of this body, then she... thinking of this, her face suddenly darkened, lowered her head, and turned to the topic: "Enough is enough, if you wipe it off, my mouth is full of medicine. Now."

"When you know what's the matter, it's you alone." Rong Jing's hand left Yun Qiangyue's lips, disregarding Yun Qianyue's words, put down the jade bottle in his hand, and reached out to Yun Qian Yue rolled up her sleeves, exposing her arm around the gauze, and carefully and skillfully opened the gauze. The wound was stuttered, but the scar was very large. He frowned. "Even if the scar is eliminated, I am afraid there will be a piece of Imprint."

Yun Qianyue did not speak, still shocked in Rong Jing's words. It’s just you who knows when you know anything... Although this is different from Rong Feng’s words, the meaning is the same, so a certain tone. Is she Yunqianyue? So... what is Li Yun's memory in her mind? She clearly remembered that she belonged to Li Yun. That day when she woke up in the Yuanyang Pond, she was just attached to Yun Qianyue. Even if they were the same, they were different. How could Rong Feng and Rong Jing be so sure? She is her...

"Raise your arm a little!" Rong Jing put the clear water basin closer, and saw Yun Qiangyue's arm hanging down.

Yun Qianyue raised his arm unconsciously, and the expression on his face kept changing.

"Hey, I asked you to lift it up a bit, not so high." Rong Jing looked up helplessly, only to find that Yun Qiangyue's expression was wrong. He dropped his hand and asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

Yun Qingyue looked at Rong Jing with some confusion, and suddenly settled down on his gentle jade face. The change on his face faded, and he immediately lowered his raised arms and smiled at him, "I'm I wonder if you like me before, or you like me now."

Rong Jing's long eyelashes flicked twice and smiled, "Who said I like you?"

Yun Qingyue remembered that he had never said that he liked her. She smiled stiffly on her face and snorted, "I don't like to pull down."

Rong Jing smiled without a word, lowered his head, continued his movements, washed Yun Qingyue’s wound with clean water, applied her medicine, wrapped the gauze, and finally dropped her sleeves and bent to the ground Walk away. All movements are careful and gentle.

Yun Qingyue has been looking at Rong Jing, his eyes have been following him, thinking that some people will look good no matter what they do. The same action is purely broken when others do it, but when someone does it, it is like an art to be appreciated.

After finishing everything, Rong Jing returned to the bed and looked at Yun Qiangyue, his eyes soft, "I like it too lightly, I..."

"Miss!" Yun Meng hurried into the yard in a hurry, before anyone heard it.

Yun Qianyue looked out of the window and saw Yun Meng in the front and Grandpa Lu in the back, and the two hurriedly ran. She frowned and said to Rong Jing: "Next, don't pay attention to them."

She heard Rong Feng say "I like it too light, we are relatives..." She wanted to hear what Rong Jing said "I like it too light"...

Rong Jing closed his mouth, looked out of the window, and fixed it on Duke Lu. His eyes narrowed. "I'm afraid it's something else."

"Something also requires you to finish talking first." Yun Qianyue ignored, she wanted to hear. I like it too light

Rong Jing withdrew his gaze and looked at Yun Qianyue. He suddenly teased and gently asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Yun Qianyue blushed, annoyed: "Do you really want to talk?"

Rong Jing did not answer, turned and walked to the door.

Yun Qianyue reached out to tug Rong Jing, but she was empty, Rong Jing kept walking, glanced back at her, and said with a smile: "I don't have a sleeve for you to pull now. It seems that I will do more in the future Two sleeves, specially for you to pull."

Yun Qianyue withdrew her gaze and snorted annoyedly, "If you don't talk about pulling down, you really think I love listening!"

Rong Jing smiled instead of answering, went to the door and reached out to open the door.

"Jing Shi Zi?" Grandpa Lu looked at Rong Jing from Yun Qianyue's room in surprise.

"I'll change Miss Qianyue's medicine." Rong Jing looked at Lu Gonggong, put away the gentleness and gentleness when he treated Yun Qianyue, alienated and asked indifferently, "Lu Gonggong came hurriedly, what's the matter?"

Grandpa Lu quickly put away the color of surprise, bowed to Rongjing, and gasped a little: "The old slave asked Jing Shizi to return to Jing Shizi. The prime minister's office, Miss Qin, was cold last night and contracted typhoid fever. Start. The emperor can only order the old slave to come again and invite Miss Qingyue."

"Oh? It's really time for Miss Qin to be sick!" Rong Jing smiled faintly.

"Yeah, you said how coincident it was at this time. The old slave went to the prime minister's office personally. Seeing that Ms. Qin was indeed pale and weak in gas, the prime minister said that she would be groggy this morning. They were all called to the Prime Minister’s House, and all in and out all morning, people couldn’t get up, where else can they bleed?” Lu Gonggong sighed: “But Princess Ye’s way of doing things can’t be delayed, it must be in the afternoon. Go. So the emperor can only order the old slave to come to Miss Qingyue. Although Miss Qingyue was injured, she always returned to the martial arts person with a strong body, and had been wounded for a few days, which is better than Miss Qin."

"I didn't expect that Miss Qin was so weak and couldn't help but the wind. At this point, Miss Qin was really not as good as Miss Qingyue." Rong Jing spit out a word reluctantly and said back to Yun Qianyue: "In that case, you should go to the palace with Lord Duke!"

Yun Qianyue thought that Qin Yuning was indeed bedridden. It was too coincidental. Anyway, she did have the intention of going to see it. It wasn't too hard to put a little blood on her. In the end to see Ye Qian how to apply surgery, we also have to take the opportunity to see what is stupid hidden here. She got out of bed, walked up to the door, and said to Lu Gong justice: "Okay, I will follow you into the palace!"

"Miss Qianyue, please please!" Grandpa Lu quickly nodded and said to Rong Jing: "Jing Shizi, the emperor sent someone to invite you to Rongwang Mansion earlier. You are not here. I didn't expect to replace Miss Qingyue here. Medicine, are you going to the palace with Miss Qingyue now?"

"There are still some things in my Rongwang Mansion that I will not go into the palace. This matter mainly depends on whether the spell of Princess Ye is precise and whether the blood of Miss Qingyue is working. I am going to be useless." Rong Jing shook his head. He paused and told justice to the landlord: "The father-in-law also asked the emperor to tell the emperor that Miss Qianyue's body has lost too much blood and is very weak. If Princess Ye should not use too much blood, she would hurt Miss Qingyue's body, if so, It’s a joke that the murderer didn’t kill Ms. Qingyue secretly, but died of excessive blood loss. Then even if the murderer is found, it’s a joke. The emperor should understand.”