After Kuai Chuan was targeted by the villain

Chapter 1617 My harem is on fire (64)

It rained again in the evening, followed by cloudy days for several days.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the wind was blowing chilly.

Yinyuan was sitting in the waterside pavilion reading a book, absorbed in reading, and didn't realize that someone was coming behind him.

It wasn't until he put on a cloak that he came back to his senses.

King Beisu smiled warmly, "Don't get sick."

"fine,"

Karma tied up the cloak straps, and saw people wearing the same clothes as before.

Then he smiled and said, "Talk about me, but you wear such thin clothes yourself."

Beisu Wang smiled, "I'm used to it."

"What book is Your Majesty reading?"

"Mingjian story." Yuanyuan put the book on the table and said, "Put a blanket on your lap, it will feel better."

"Okay, listen to Your Majesty."

King Bei Su turned the wheelchair and walked out, "Then this subject will leave for a while."

"Go."

Karma picked up the book again, the so-called people who are afraid of ghosts still prefer to read ghost stories.

She can't watch horror movies.

However, after reading two stories, I became addicted to this kind of horror and funny story.

See more while it's still dark.

The gentle and elegant man pushed the wheelchair away slowly, wicker brushed his hair.

The wide sleeves brush the flowers and plants, softening the nature and time.

Behind the natural rockery, two guards were already waiting.

"My lord."

He bowed and saluted, "Master Dongsang is here."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, but it wasn't an accident, but rather expected.

He said softly, "Ask him to the front hall."

The guard was a little surprised, no matter who visited in the past, the prince never saw him.

Once they were curious and cautiously asked the prince why.

In the end, the prince only said one sentence, "I'm too lazy to see you."

Only the Master Fenggu of Fuyi Valley can come and go freely in the Beisu Palace.

Oh, by the way, now we have to add this unexpected visit of Her Majesty the Empress.

In the past, their various "lazy" princes were so "active" for the first time in many years.

It's another time to ask for warmth and send a cloak, and it's another time to pick up vegetables and pour tea to chat with.

For fear of neglecting.

Could it be because the other party's identity is the queen?
Her Majesty has changed her temper, and now it has spread throughout the country.

Some people are curious, some people thank God, and some people don't believe in ridicule.

After paying attention these days, they discovered that Her Majesty the Empress was completely different from before.

Is it because of this reason that the prince is so hospitable?

But their prince and even the queen's grandfather have never served him like this.

When I heard that I didn't want to see each other, I still didn't see each other.

It's so weird.

And now they are going to see Young Master Dongsang, could it be that their prince is planning some big event?

The second and fourth guards looked at each other with their minds wide open.

After receiving the order, the second child left, and the fourth child walked over to push the wheelchair.

King Bei Su leaned lazily on the back of the chair, he was wearing a loose plain robe.

A head of black hair slanted down like flowing water, and there was a droplet pendant between the foreheads.

The time-quiet temperament around her is like a pure white magnolia flower, or like an elegant orchid grass.

At this time, he half-closed his eyes and seemed a little sleepy.

The second child thought, after leaving Her Majesty the Queen, the Prince would be normal.

In the vestibule.

The ice jade-like boy sat on a sandalwood chair.

He was wearing a snow-colored tunic and a cape of the same color.

When not speaking, it is like a sculpture made of ice jade, and its indifferent temperament makes people shy away.

"It's rare, Young Master Dongsang hasn't set foot in Beisu Mansion for a hundred years."

Sang Zhi turned her eyes.

The two haven't seen each other for a hundred years...

(End of this chapter)