Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 86 [Prince and his sister-in-law] How will you compensate me?
Wen Queyu blushed from the close question, lowered his head to try to hide the blush on his face, and argued, "What childhood sweetheart? I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Her tone seemed to be perfunctory to elementary school students, Jiang Yousi was not satisfied with her insincere defense.

Due to the fact that he could not openly show his poisonous tongue skills under the watchful eyes of the public, he just snorted coldly in the end, perfectly interpreting the image of the noble and glamorous prince.

After the strong men looked at each other for two seconds, the rats carrying the two cages left the place of right and wrong in a smooth manner.

They didn't come all the way here to have meaningless conversations, Song and Wen walked in first, shaking their feather fans.

The first thing I saw when I entered the main entrance was large wooden stakes standing on the ground, with several heavy-looking large sandbags hanging on them. A strong man wearing a uniform black tights was punching the sandbags one by one, making loud bangs. Loud banging noise.

Looking around were all the equipment used for martial arts training, but Wen Queyu was not very interested in it. He said he came to work as a supervisor for Jiang Yousi, but in fact he just wanted to relax.

You must know that since the concubine Shu's birthday party that day, her parents looked at her like a prisoner, wishing to tie her up in the mansion and not let her go anywhere. This time she was only allowed to come out after pretending to be sick for a few days. To let the wind go, the premise is that you have to bring half a catty and two or two small tails.

Banjin and Sanliang held their lunch boxes and felt a little heartbroken about the house that had been transformed into a battlefield. Before they left the house, they were called by the master to tell them that no matter what they saw or heard during this trip, they should pretend to be completely ignorant and turn themselves into They are deaf and dumb, so they closed their lips tightly and said nothing, just obediently followed behind the young lady.

Wen Queyu looked around, and finally came back to stand beside Jiang Youpan, tugged at his cuff, and asked.

"Why can't I see the sound effect and Xiaoqi?"

Jiang Youpan took a slingshot he didn't know where he was pulling it around like playing with plasticine to test the elasticity, and said calmly when he heard Wen Queyu's question.

"They have more important things to do."

Wen Queyu pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and thought about what else could be considered more important?She counted with her fingers, and it has been almost two months since she came here, and the progress of the task can almost be equal to zero. She, who has always insisted that she is drunk now, is also a little anxious.

No matter how nice and comfortable this place is, it feels dull now.

The distance is too far away. They say it used to be slow, but this is too slow. There are no mobile phones, computers, and the Internet. If they live in the same alley, it depends on whether they have other arrangements.

It was so boring, Wen Queyu touched his moldy forehead, and fell into incomparable worry.

She rubbed the pattern of his cuff with her fingertips, outlining the silk thread on it and winding it round and round.

"Ruan Ruan, when will you become emperor?"

The girl pursed her lips and looked a little depressed.

"I'm just asking, you don't have to look at me like a fool, right? The dream face skill is simply too unstable. Let me figure it out. I have to have at least ten dreams to see you once!"

She just tugged on his sleeves in aggrieved manner, tilted her head up, and stared into his eyes with an extremely depressed expression.

Jiang Youpan put away the slingshot in his hand and put it in the other sleeve, and looked at her silently for a while.

It was late autumn, and all the flowers and plants in the yard had been removed to facilitate soldiers' training. Now the yard was bare and only warm training supplies could be seen.

All the men in the yard could hear the muffled sound of fists hitting the sandbags and the crisp sound of the scabbard coming out of their ears, but the little girl standing in front of them was a different existence.

She is delicate and soft, her hair is combed into a cumbersome pattern, with a golden hairpin on top and long tassels on her head.

When she moves, the tassel moves.

When the tassel moved, he inexplicably followed his heart.

But being an emperor is not that easy. The system mentioned by Xiaoqi and Yinxuan probably spent all their efforts on simulating this copy.

Every character here is different from the previous copy. The people I met in other novel worlds just follow the plot in a programmed way, without their own independent thinking ability at all.

But it's different here.

He sighed softly, and the irritability he had felt in the past few days disappeared as the girl gently shook him by his sleeves.

Wen Queyu's acting like a baby now is the same as when he was a child.

At that time, she failed the math test and sat at the door of his house with her schoolbag in her arms, waiting for him to come back with bright eyes. When she saw his figure, she immediately pursed her mouth and tugged at his cuff crying , crying and belching, wailing.

"Brother Ruanruan, what should I do? I failed this time again. Will my father drive me out? If I am kicked out of the house, can you save half of the bed for me?"

In his memory, Wen Queyu seemed to have always been like this. When he encountered a problem, he would run over to him as soon as possible, tugging on his sleeves and whimpering like a baby to ask for help. However, the little girl who was so inseparable from him was... On the day I left the country, I said goodbye to him with a smile and a very relaxed wave, and then there was no contact for a year, as if I had completely forgotten him.

Her current appearance reminded him of the past, and his tone became softer.

"I've been too busy these days, and the palace is already in chaos. I have to prepare the army for emergencies before the complete chaos."

As he spoke, he rubbed his sore and swollen temples, and lowered his brows and eyes under the girl's gaze, looking quite tired.

"I'm tired too. In the final analysis, it's still your fault. Since you're so free, why don't you think about it, how should you compensate me?"

Wen Queyu was taken aback by what he said, opened his mouth to say something but was blocked by the tip of his tongue.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how can this training ground be used for flirting? I'm not talking about you, His Royal Highness, you just want to use top-notch things, why is your vision so low?"

Song Yuyan sighed repeatedly while shaking the feather fan, not hesitating to speculate about His Royal Highness's sudden deterioration of taste with the greatest malice.

"The power of this girl's family is better than the first, but it's a pity that Concubine Shu and the eldest prince have been watching. The situation in the court has become so intense. Although the general has been trying to reject the engagement, is this concubine Shu and the prince?" The general's wife can be regarded as half of the family relationship, but if there is a real fight, I don't think they will help you."

Wen Queyu frowned, automatically omitted the words that he said before, and asked eagerly.

"What is the relationship between my mother and Concubine Shu?"

(End of this chapter)