The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Who doesn't keep my soul?" Yun Qingyue glared at Rongjing and walked over to throw the Juanpa in his hand rudely tossed on the basin shelf, facing him: "You wash my face!"

Rong Jing stood still.

"Okay! I'm going, is it done? Save you from seeing it." Yun Qianyue walked out, not knowing where to get angry!

Rong Jing suddenly stretched out her hand and held her arm, and the tone of her voice just turned rigid, "I didn't say I won't wash your face!"

Yun Qingyue stopped and looked at him badly.

He covered Juanpa in front of her, Ruyu's hand gently wiped the water with her hand, her fingertips crossed her eyebrows, and said softly: "Close your eyes!"

Yun Qingyue was softened by Rong Jing's tenderness, gently closed his eyes, his anger subsided. She has never been a temper tantrum, but she couldn't help but temper Rong Jing every time. Under his gentle movements and tone, she felt that her moody upset and irritability seemed insignificant.

"Okay!" Rong Jing washed away, and wiped her face with Juan Pa.

Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing and suddenly asked: "Rong Jing, I..." She hesitated a bit, but decided to ask: "Am I good to the Seventh Prince before?" She just wanted to know whether it was good or not Okay, there are many kinds, what kind of good is she.

"Well!" Rong Jing nodded casually, seemingly unwilling to say.

Yun Qianyue was silent for a moment, and asked again, "Is it better than you?"

"Do you think you are good to me?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

Yun Qingyue frowned, and she seemed to have done nothing to him except for helping him relieve the cold poison at Lingtai Temple. She looked at Rong Jing's eyebrows and asked a little unwillingly. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling her body into his arms. The two were in a close posture. She looked up and asked in a very soft tone, "Say, am I good to you?"

Rong Jing Qingquan's eyes flashed a gleam of light and smiled softly, "If you embroider the pattern for me, just fine!"

Yun Qianyue pushed her away and smashed with a blush, "You are really saved!"

Rong Jing chuckled.

"Shizi, do you still have a car?" Qingquan asked stupidly outside.

Before Rong Jing spoke, Qing Shang covered his mouth with one hand and scolded: "What preparation? Haven't you heard Miss Qingyue say you can't go home? You elm head!"

"Sister, you force me to practice every day, even if I become the head of an elm tree, you did it!" Qingquan opened his hand with dissatisfaction, don't think he really didn't understand. He hasn't eaten dry food with Shizi these years.

"It's so much talk, go with me!" Qing Shang pulled Qingquan away.

Qingquan mumbled something, or followed Qingshang to the kitchen.

Yun Qianyue looked at the figure dragging her sister and brother a little funny. Thinking of Rong Jing's side, not only the food and clothing are baby, the people around him are also baby. But she did not envy him. She now has seven Huasheng flowers and is also a treasure.

Not long after, Qing Shang brought meals, and Rong Jing and Yun Qiangyue had already arranged their meals properly.

After eating, Yun Qingyue glanced at the flower basket placed there. The first one on it was the pattern of the cross-necked mandarin duck. With his lips pursed, he asked Qing Shang, "Is embroidered mother here?"

Rong Jing tasted tea, his mouth slightly raised.

Yun Qingyue glared at Rongjing, was he proud? He dare to say that she is not good to him.

"The embroidered lady has just arrived and is waiting in my house!" Qing Shang nodded with a smile, glanced at Rongjing, and said in a small voice: "Miss Asahi, please follow my slave to my house! Shizi never lets outsiders Step into this courtyard."

"Good!" Yun Qingyue got up and stood up. She can't embroider the mandarin duck in Rong Jing's face.

The two went out of the room and walked towards the west courtyard of Qingshang.

Rong Jing watched the two people leave and put down the teacups. The jade-like face smiled shallowly and gloriously. Xu Yu stood up, walked out the door, and walked slowly towards the study.

On this day, Yun Qingyue quickly learned various painting methods of mandarin ducks playing with water with good eyesight and good memory. The most natural back is the cross-necked mandarin duck. Under the embarrassing eyes of embroidered mother, she also learned to draw the lotus lotus, Lianlizhi, lovebird, halibut, acacia, acacia tree, two plums, double begonia, February peach blossom and so on.

This is the habit that Yun Qingyue has developed in the previous life. There are some things that she doesn't learn, and she doesn't learn if she is killed.

Xiu Niang left when it was dark, not only surprised, but convinced. It's probably that a person who never thinks that Yun Wangfu's ignorance of big characters, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, and learning is a genius who never forgets and never forgets. But she only dared to rot in her stomach, and dared not take it out to say what happened today. Even if she is famous for Yun Qingyue’s stubborn waste, no one believes her.

Qing Shang admired Yun Qiangyue to the extreme. In the past, she just thought that Miss Qingyue had a good temperament, and that she could have a very different appearance. But from the month before, she had read all the books in the Shizi study room in the Shizi study room for half a month, which made her shocked. She learns a variety of painting methods. She has not only admired her, but also respected and respected her like a family.

Yun Qianyue waited for the embroidered mother to leave, filtering the things in her mind quietly, and remembering them before returning to Rongjing’s yard from the west yard under the night sky.

Rongjing's room was lit with lights, and the shadows in front of the windows were long and elegant through the Huansha lattice windows. There was a smell of food coming out of the house, Yun Qiangyue looked at Rong Jing's figure, the tired look suddenly dissipated a bit, she thought that he had a conscience and knew that waiting for her to eat!

Lifting the curtain and entering the room, Rong Jing really sat at the table. When she saw her come in, she smiled softly, "It's hard!"

Yun Qingyue hummed, came over and sat at the table, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

"Only if you embroidered me!" Rong Jing stood up, moved the chair to Yun Qianyue, reached out to withdraw her chopsticks, and said softly to the line of inquiry she asked: "I feed you!"

Yun Qianyue couldn't help but laugh and recaptured the chopsticks again, "I'm not that delicate yet!"

"I feed you!" Rong Jing withdrew her chopsticks again.

Yun Qianyue dropped her hand, thinking that she was going to enjoy queen-like treatment? Then the hard work of this day is worthwhile. No more pushing, nodding with a smile, "Okay!"

Rong Jing smiled with satisfaction, picked up the chopsticks, and put all the dishes Yun Qingyue liked to put it gently in her mouth, moving gently. Yun Qingyue ate one bite at a time, and there was a little satisfaction under his heart.

The house is quiet, the food is fragrant, the courtyard is quiet, and the night is quiet. Today is not Yuelangfengqing, but a beautiful night.

But Yun Qiangyue was too tired. After eating, he couldn't bear being sleepy anymore. He couldn't even bother to get up, and fell to Rong Jing. He closed his eyes, and soon the light and even breathing came out.

Rong Jing stunned and looked away, seeing Yun Qiangyue actually fell asleep and fell asleep. His eyes were stained with touch and sympathy. Su Yu, put down the chopsticks, gently picked her up and walked towards the bed. Come to the bed, place her on the side of the bed, gently take off the clothes on her body, see that her fat skin does not have the half-heartedness of the past, put her on her nightgown and adjust to a comfortable posture Before covering her with a quilt. During the period, Yun Qianyue was very clever and motionless.

After packing up Yun Qianyue, Rong Jing did not go to bed, nor did he leave immediately, but sat by the bed and looked at her. For many years, sleep alone and sleepless, suffering from cold and poison. I thought this life was very short, and it passed like this, until it was tortured to the end of life by the cold poison and slowly died. But he didn't want God to love him so much, let her help him get rid of the cold poison and regain his life. So why does he not catch her?

No matter how honorable it is that the people of the world have given him, no matter how many responsibilities King Rong has given him. No matter how many days it was outside, or how colorful it was, he felt his world was hers alone. Just watching her lying on his bed like this, without half a line of defense to sleep peacefully, he felt contented.

If time stopped, he thought he was willing to change his life!

"Shizi!" Qing Shang's voice came from outside.

Rong Jing’s thoughts were interrupted, his emotions leaked out of his eyes, and a faint response, "Well!"

"Lao Wang sent someone to spread the word and told you to go." Qing Shang whispered.

"Now?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"It is now!" Qing Shang nodded.

Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qiangyue and saw that she was sleeping soundly. He got up and stood up and walked out. When he got to the door, he glanced at Qing Shang and whispered, "She is asleep, please move quietly, don't wake her up."

"Yes!" Qing Shang answered immediately.

Rong Jing walked out of Zizhu Garden slowly.

Seeing Rongjing leave, Qingshang hesitated for a moment, thinking of Shizi's special instruction, and did not leave, but kept at the door.

Shortly after Rong Jing left, Zizhuyuan suddenly broke in, and the young man was shocked. Eighteen hidden guards appeared instantly, and the swords came out, encircling the man.

Qingshang immediately lit the flint and saw that the people surrounded by the Eighteen Hermits were lightly dyed at night. She quickly stepped forward and said with a bad face: "Stained little prince, you have to see my family to send someone to Tong Bing! The sword has no eyes , You broke into the night like this, how about you hurt?"

"What a great little girl! Because they want to hurt Ben Xiaowang?" Ye Qingran Zhang Yang smiled, looking at the eighteen guards surrounding him, raising his eyebrows, "Ben Xiaowang has long wanted to teach the weak beauty The martial arts of these 18 hidden souls, but no chance, just try it today!"

Qing Shang frowned and whispered: "Dye little prince, you have to learn the martial arts of the eighteen hidden souls, but it is not today, nor now. Miss Qingyue is sleeping. If you wake her up, slave girl Certainly you're welcome. You have a high level of martial arts. Although you don't feel the martial arts of the Eighteen Hidden Souls, you can't guarantee that you won't be injured. If you hurt you, slaves are not responsible."