Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 26 Your Highness, Please Respect Yourself 26
"I can only choose one?" Lan Shuang was a little confused, she pressed the round fan against her chin, "If he doesn't detoxify, he will be tortured to death in the end, if he detoxifies, he won't lift it all his life, it doesn't seem to be very annoying Happy?"

Lan Shuang sighed loudly: "Little Baba, do you think it is more uncomfortable for a man to die or not to lift up for a lifetime?"

888:"……"

I can't answer your question.

"Host, have you forgotten that I can't be considered a complete real person, I'm just a robot system! Hey! You're asking me for nothing!"

Lan Shuang was stunned, and then tapped her forehead: "Yes, I am really in a hurry to go to the doctor. You don't have that kind of worldly desire at all."

888:"……"

Please stop talking, I feel the worst.

"Forget it, let's take a look again. It's still a long time before I leave. It's superfluous to think about this so early."

She got up and put down the fan, intending to touch another book to read it, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught the handkerchief hanging on the shelf.

"By the way, I haven't washed Prince Ming's handkerchief yet."

Lan Shuang thought of this, and quickly rolled up her sleeves, took off the handkerchief and soaked it in the water, scrubbed it twice briefly, twisted it, and hung it in a ventilated place to let it dry naturally.

……

So when King Ming came the next morning, he saw his handkerchief fluttering in the wind.

He pushed the wheelchair forward and took it off, the veil was completely dry, and it looked the same as before, but when holding it, King Ming inexplicably felt that everything was different.

By coincidence, he wanted to lower his head to smell it, but just as he lowered his head, he heard footsteps behind him.

"My lord came so early?"

Lan Shuang had just put on her clothes and walked out with her hair uncombed.

King Ming turned around to take a look, and was immediately taken aback, "...um."

It's not that he has never seen her with black hair scattered, but he didn't feel anything at that time. Now he doesn't know if it's because he has a ghost in his heart, or because Lan Shuang's dazed look is more harmless after waking up. look more.

Lan Shuang rubbed her eyes, and sat down in front of the dressing table, while Biqing stood behind her and combed her hair.

King Ming didn't leave either, he just sat there and watched quietly.

Lan Shuang's hair is of very good quality, black and shiny as ink, smooth as silk, the wooden comb can be combed to the bottom, King Ming's hands are a little itchy, and he really wants to try it, but unfortunately he can't.

He looked back regretfully, lowered his head and twisted the handkerchief in his hand.

"I've already washed the veil, the prince can take it back."

Lan Shuang saw King Ming's movements through the bronze mirror, and reminded him.

King Ming nodded, folded the handkerchief in two, and put it in the lapel of his clothes properly.

Seeing him cautiously, Lan Shuang asked softly, "My lord likes orchids very much?"

There was nothing special about the veil, except that the orchid embroidery was more delicate, so she guessed that Prince Ming liked orchids.

King Ming nodded: "Well, my concubine loved orchids the most during her lifetime. She said that orchids are gentlemen among flowers, elegant and pure. She likes to collect orchids when she has nothing to do. She even has the word orchid in my name."

Lan Shuang was startled, Lan?
Speaking of which, she still doesn't know what King Ming's name is, and she usually calls it Wang Ye Wang Ye, and it is also written as Ming Wang in the materials for convenience.

Hmm... We've been together for almost half a month, and she doesn't even know what the other person's name is, so it's too funny to say it.

In order to hide her embarrassment, Lan Shuang answered the words very naturally: "The word Lan really sounds nice, and it is suitable for both men and women as a name."

However, King Ming keenly sensed something, his eyes dimmed slightly, and the thumb of his right hand rubbed the thumb of his left hand, "Speaking of which, you have never called me by my name."

Lan Shuang: "..."

She suddenly tensed up, no, why do your words sound so strange?
Biqing suddenly exclaimed: "Princess, don't move, be careful not to pull the hairpin on your hair."

"okay."

Lan Shuang barely suppressed the urge to turn her head.

She looked back in the mirror, and saw that Prince Ming was sitting in the wheelchair so leisurely, as if he was just talking casually.

Lan Shuang frowned, and urgently called 888: "Little Baba, do you think what King Ming said just now is weird? Why do you feel like a boudoir who is neglected?"

888: "..." What the hell kind of description is this?

He coughed lightly: "Host, are you thinking too much? I think it's quite normal?"

Lan Shuang: "But..."

Seeing that Lan Shuang remained silent for a long time, King Ming asked again: "What's wrong? Did you forget?"

Lan Shuang smiled, "How could it be? I..."

"My name is Jun Conglan, remember that."

King Ming interrupted Lan Shuang's words again, and a pair of sharp and deep eyes looked directly at her through a mirror.

Lan Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously licked her lower lip, "Well, remember, Cong Lan."

She hastily looked away, not daring to look at King Ming again.

Prince Ming slowly raised his lips.

Bi Qing, who was completely out of shape, inserted the last hairpin on Lan Shuang, and asked suspiciously: "Princess, why is your face so red? Is it hot? Still uncomfortable?"

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Lan Shuang's forehead.

Lan Shuang avoided: "It's okay, it might be a little hot, you go and rush them, isn't breakfast ready yet? I'm hungry."

"Oh, okay, servant girl, go and have a look."

Biqing went out after saying that, Lan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly looked at King Ming in the mirror, only to see that King Ming had already lowered his head and was playing with the finger puller on his hand.

Maybe it was because she was thinking too much, Lan Shuang comforted herself.

The dangerous look and eyes are all fake, they are her hallucinations.

Even if it was true, King Ming couldn't do anything to her.

Thinking of this, Lan Shuang immediately felt relieved.

The two lived in peace (each with their own ghosts) and finished their breakfast, King Ming entered the palace, Lan Shuang wandered around the mansion, then went back to continue to nest.

……

When King Ming entered the palace, he was called by the emperor to go to the Imperial Study Room. The emperor greeted him routinely when he met him, and when he asked, King Ming got impatient before he got down to business, "Ninth brother, I have heard some gossip these days. Tell me about the princess..."

King Ming raised his head abruptly, with a bad expression on his face: "What does the emperor mean by mentioning this? Do you still think the hat on the head of the minister is not green enough?"

The emperor didn't get angry when he was yelled at, instead he smiled coyly and said, "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to persuade you not to listen to those people's nonsense, didn't Princess Ming prove her innocence?"

"Hmph." Duke Ming snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

"Speaking of which, Princess Ming can be regarded as one of the most beautiful women in the world. You don't like this kind of beauty?"

The emperor was worried: "You said that you are not young anymore, you are not yet a son and a half girl, I really feel bad about this, if it is not possible, I will find some more concubines for you?"

King Ming grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.

He probably already knew what he didn't do, so he insisted on pretending to disgust him.

　Do you have a ticket today? (Probe into the brain.jpg)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)