The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Don't!" Yun Qingyue shook her head, if she embroidered this, she didn't need to see anyone!

"Embroidery!" Rong Jing kissed her again.

"No embroidery!" Yun Qianyue still shook her head.

"Embroidery!"

"No embroidery!"

"Embroidery!"

"No... well..."

Yun Qingyue's lips were kissed, and her gesture of shaking her head firmly could not be played anymore. She stared at Rongjing, and Rongjing deepened the kiss. There was still a hangover on his lips, which made her tremor tremble, and her sober brain thoughts fluttered all night.

For a long time, Rong Jing let her go, touching her lips an inch, asked in a dumb voice, "Is it embroidered?"

Yun Qianyue gasped in a hurry, but she still held her ground, "No!"

Rong Jing put his lips together again, and the lingering kiss continued.

Yun Qianyue stretched out his hand to push him, but it was the weak strength of the hand against his chest like an egg hitting the stone. She stared at Rongjing, but there was no deterrence. In Rongjing's eyes, she was as charming as a silk, and his mind was swayed. The pattern of the cross-necked mandarin duck in her hand was loosened, and she protruded into her slightly loose soft robe, running down her waist. Touch the clear snow.

Yun Qianyue was agitated, and immediately went to grab his hand. Without knowing where the strength came from, he opened it, and his blushing face shattered angrily, "Rong Jing, you are getting more and more...not a person anymore !"

Rong Jing looked at Yun Qingyue, and his desire was not going to be cremated. He slowly picked up the pattern of the mandarin duck that was just thrown away and asked softly, "Is it embroidered?"

Yun Qianyue stared at him without a word.

"Is it impossible to embroider?" Rong Jing approached her and asked in a low voice.

Yun Qianyue still didn't speak.

"I can teach you." Rong Jing stretched out his hand and picked up Yun Qingyue's strands of green silk, his eyes mixed with water and fire.

"You teach me?" Yun Qianyue finally couldn't help but opened her eyebrows and looked at Rong Jing. "Are you really versatile? Will you be able to knit the female red?" Look. Now he really wants to teach, she doesn't mind learning embroidery.

"Hmm!" Rong Jing threw the pattern again, gently picked up with his fingertips, and hooked the ribbon around Yun Qiangyue's waist. His body was going to cover her, and the temperature in the spoken language was like water, "Teach like this..."

"You get off!" Yun Qingyue finally understood, she reached out angrily to open him, and sat up.

"Is it embroidered?" Rong Jing looked at her and asked again.

Yun Qianyue gritted his teeth and was annoyed and indignant. "Are you Rong Jing? Yesterday, the drunkenly well-behaved person was Rong Jing? Where did you come out and hurry back? Where was that Rong Jing? King is back!"

Rong Jing raised an eyebrow, "Am I feeling good yesterday?"

Yun Qingyue snorted, more than just a good night? It's simply obedient.

"That must not be me!" Rong Jing made a final decision, and continued to look at Yun Qianyue, the voice was too soft, "I don't think all the patterns in this flower basket are as good as this. Since you want to embroider me, naturally embroider a Don’t I like it? Good, is the embroidery good?"

"Embroidery! I'll embroider one hundred for you." Yun Qingyue can't stand this gentle offensive, and it's no big deal to think about it. He dared to wear it out, and what else did she dare not embroider.

"That's better!" Rong Jing's mouth slightly raised, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and got out of bed, the soft voice restored to the moisturizing, "Qing Shang invited you to embroider the best embroidery workshop in Beijing, from time to time. You hurry up and learn to embroider as soon as you have a meal! Otherwise, it’s too late."

When Yun Qiangyue didn't hear it, she lay straight back on the bed, and her brain was ill, only to promise him to embroider the sachet after he was drunk yesterday. Where this person is a punk son is obviously a demon. In her opinion, the title of the little devil in Ye Qingran should be transferred to him.

"Not up?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry!" Rong Jing stretched out his hand and pulled his quilt over his head.

"I woke up too early today, as if I were a little sleepy!" Rong Jing said.

Yun Qianyue opened her quilt with a hula, and sat upright, standing up, pointing a finger outside the door, and said cruelly: "You call me Qingshang! Hurry up, I will strip you off one step later I hang it on the roof beam! Don’t look at your site. I still hang you. I see who dares to save you, and whoever rescues you, I will hang up."

Rong Jing heard nothing without delay, and turned out of the door.

Yun Qianyue is still gloomy, thinking that he knows the current affairs! If she didn't know the current affairs, she wanted him to look good today.

Rong Jing came out of the door and gave a command to the outside, and Qing Shang responded and immediately entered the room. As soon as she entered the door, she listened to Yun Qiangyue: "Close the door!"

Qing Shang was stunned, and looked back at Rong Jing. Rong Jing stood with his back on the door, looking up at the sky. She closed the door immediately. He came in and asked cautiously, "Miss Qingyue, what are you looking for?

Yun Qianyue dissipated a little, pointing to the cumbersome clothes at the head of the bed, which was difficult to tell: "You teach me to dress!"

Qing Shang froze for a moment, suddenly realized. Finally understood why Shizi wanted Yin Niang to make the most cumbersome clothes! Feelings know that Miss Asagi will not wear this dress? She was speechless.

Yun Qianyue looked a little unnatural, looking at Qing Shang, "Don't tell me you won't!"

Qing Shang looked back at the door, the door was closed, and she couldn't see Rong Jing's figure. She swallowed hard, nodded, and whispered, "The slave-servant will!"

"Then let's start!" Yun Qianyue was weak. If this is in that world, if she tells others that she can't even wear clothes, who believes? But this kind of dress is not a buckle, a skirt, a tulle, a silk, or a blue moon bead. She will not wear it. It's just like that day if you don't get it right, confusing yourself without clothes.

"Hmm!" Qing Shang nodded, picked up the dress at the head of the bed, and unfolded it gently. Instead of dressing Yun Qianyue immediately, she slowly explained the dressing method, what to wear first, and what to wear, What to wear last.

Yun Qianyue listened carefully, thinking that there was still an order to the clothes. It is true that the old saying goes, there is no omnipotent person in the world, live to learn and learn. Lady Yin can make such cumbersome clothes, and if there is a chance to see her, she must worship her first.

"Ms. Asagi, the slave-maid has finished explaining. Will the slave-maid help you wear it, or will you wear it yourself?" Qing Shang asked softly.

"I wear it myself, where can I not guide you." Yun Qingyue took the clothes and draped them over her body.

"Good!" Qing Shang nodded.

The ability to remember, never forget, at this time played a role. Although Yun Qianyue was slow to wear, she still put on her clothes properly. She looked at Qing Shang with some joy and asked, "How is it?"

"Miss Qianyue is really smart. When the slave-maid took clothes and learned two hours with Yinniang! She came back and explained to Shizi again. She didn't expect that Miss Qingyue would wear it after only hearing it once." Laughed.

Yun Qianyue wondered why Rong Jing was so slow when she dressed her! Like his feelings, he also heard. She shouted outside, "Rong Jing, you come in!"

Rong Jing pushed open the door and came in.

"Did you see it? A little thing in clothes!" Yun Qianyue raised an eyebrow at him proudly, don't think he wouldn't do without it.

"Well, you can learn quickly in such cumbersome clothes. It must be a trifle to embroider a sachet." Rong Jing looked at Yun Qianyue standing neatly in front of the bed, his eyebrows flying with pride, he smiled. Laughed.

"Waiting for me to embroider a rotten peach flower for you!" Yun Qingyue looked at his smiling face and said angrily.

Rong Jing turned his face away and turned to the net surface of the pot rack, pretending not to hear Yun Qianyue's words.

Yun Qingyue snorted. She never thought it would be a great thing to wear clothes, but now she feels more delighted than she did a case. She looked at Rong Jing’s back and was about to reprimand him, and only listened to the sound of a string song from outside. "Shizi, there was a message in front of me, saying that the big housekeeper of King Yun's Mansion came to invite Miss Qingyue to come back!"

Ok? Yun Qingyue was stunned.

Rong Jingjing noodles a hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It is said that the Seventh Prince visited King Yun's Mansion this morning and brought something back to Miss Qianyue from Northern Xinjiang. Now he is waiting in King Yun's Mansion. Lord Yun sent Master Yunmeng to come and invite Miss Qianyue to return to the house! The young lady should thank the seven princes for chatting." Xian Ge said.

Rongjing stopped talking and continued to bow his head.

Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing, he carried his body on his back, and could not see the expression on his face. It is as silent as yesterday at the gate of Rongwang Mansion, this is waiting for her to make up her mind! She didn't really care about seeing the seventh prince, but because of Rong Feng's words and Rong Jing's abnormalities over the past few days, she was a little nervous when she heard the name of the seventh prince. It's a little daunting now. For a moment, he said to the outside: "Tell Yunmeng that since he is going to send things, let him put them down. I went to Yunwu Mountain and was tired, and was drinking the medicine prescribed by Jing Shizi. I'm too lazy to go back to the house again. I will thank the Seventh Prince again."

"Yes!" Xingge deserves to be happy, and a gust of wind leaves Zizhuyuan.

Yun Qingyue suddenly felt a little inexplicably heavy, so it was not a way to go down to see the Seventh Prince. Those who told Rong Jing to Rong Feng that amnesia was the thing of the previous life. Only she herself knew that although she spoke lightly, she was not easy. Anyway, it's just her. Ye Tianyi cannot be wiped out because of amnesia, and Rong Jing cannot be wiped out because of Ye Tianyi. She remembered Yang Ye's teasing that Rong Jing said, did he really have affection with the seven princes? Can not help feeling a little irritable.

"Qingquan, prepare a car, take Miss Qingyue back home!" Rong Jing suddenly ordered to the outside.

Yun Qingyue was startled and looked at Rong Jing, "Who said I'm going home? Didn't you hear what I said just now?"

"You are not as good as your soul, so it's not as good as returning home!" Rong Jing said.