Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

When Jiang Luoyu heard Princess Liyang's words, her heart sank suddenly, but the smile on her lips deepened: "What grandma said is that Yu'er has been taught.,,

While the three of them were chatting harmoniously, Jiang Luoyu suddenly heard a rush of footsteps. He just stood up straight and stood not far from Princess Liyang's bed when the maid Cherry, who was guarding the inner room, opened the curtain , smiled and reported in a low voice: "Princess, Missy is here."

Hearing that Jiang Hui had arrived, Jiang Luoyu couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lips, and buried her head deeper, but her expression was the same as before, but her eyes became more indifferent.

Cherry completely opened the curtain, and Jiang Hui walked into the inner room with her personal maid, Pearl. Yingying saluted Liyang Princess who didn't know when she had completely stopped smiling on the couch, "Hui'er pays respects to grandma, and grandma is blessed."

Hearing her sweet voice greeting, Jiang Luoyu's jade-like eyes flickered for a moment, and he glanced at the hands hidden in the sleeves, but couldn't hide the thick wrapping of gauze, as if he suddenly remembered something , the smile on his lips suddenly faded.At this time, he suddenly saw Zhuyue Mao walking in from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help turning his head slightly.

As soon as Zhuiyue entered the door, he quickly walked to Jiang Luoyu's side, lowered his body and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the servant girl and Zhuiyun have all arrived here, and Zhuiyun asked the maidservant to tell the prince that Bai Shuangzi followed the elder brother closely. Miss went outside, she is waiting outside in the dark at this time, nothing happened."

Jiang Luoyu nodded when she heard the words, and clenched the folding fan tightly in her sleeve with her white fingers. After rubbing it carefully for a moment, she smiled and turned her eyes to Princess Liyang who hadn't spoken for a long time after Jiang Hui said hello. Looking at Jiang Hui, who was maintaining a half-squatting posture, there was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Hugging Buddha's feet temporarily, leaning over when useful, kicking away when useless, do you think who is blind?

Jiang Luoyu looked coldly at Jiang Hui's ceremony which lasted about half a cup of tea. Princess Fang of Liyang raised her eyelids impatiently, coughed in a low voice and said, "Get up, you came early today... your hand What's wrong?"

Jiang Hui finally stood up, and the smile she had been showing since entering the door became stiff unconsciously. Looking at the back of her hand, which was deliberately exposed to the gauze, there was a flash of complacency between her brows and eyes, but there was a smile on her face. With an embarrassed look, he raised his eyes to see Princess Liyang's drowsy appearance again, then lowered his head and said.

"This... Huier is clumsy. She wanted to make soup for her grandmother early this morning, but the soup splashed out and touched the back of her hand. It's just red, it doesn't matter."

Stew?

Burned the back of your hand?

Jiang Luoyu glanced at the two hands indifferently, and couldn't help but sneered, sarcasm and disgust first passed between his eyebrows, but in an instant it turned into plain peace.

Sure enough, he was looking for an opportunity to show his pity, and even such a big flaw could be done, not to mention that the soup was splashed while stewing, and the backs of both hands that could be splashed were hurt, let alone if it was true. For burns, isn't it afraid of the wound festering if it is so tightly packed?

Jiang Hui, are you brainless or heartless?