blue face disaster

I was seriously injured, and in the end I could only fall ill on the bed, unable to move. If I act forcefully, I'm afraid I'm not far from death.

I simply decided to stay in the East Palace day after day, to keep the same in response to all changes, to see what the prince really wants to do, and it would not be too late to make a decision.In the end, the crown prince didn't dare to touch brother Xia. If he did, he would have done it long ago, and there was no need to lock him up so much.

The prince asked Dachun to wait on me as usual, and Mingli said he was here to wait on me, but he also came to take care of me.

I really don't understand why the crown prince is worried about me, a half-baked man who is dying of illness, and still wants to send a special person to take care of me.At this time, shouldn't a young and vigorous person like Dachun go to meet the enemy?

I glanced at Dachun and asked, "How is the war going?"

Dachun took his time and said with a smile: "Young master, don't worry, His Royal Highness has already made preparations, and everything is within expectation."

I half-supported my head on my arm, raised my head lazily, and ordered some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the table with one hand. Dachun Yingying handed me two pieces, but persuaded me: "His Royal Highness said that the young master is sick, so it is better to eat less." good."

I glared at him, rolled my eyes and asked, "Are you listening to the prince, or to me?"

I laugh.

He smirked awkwardly.

I turned to ask, "What is the prince's good plan to retreat from the enemy?"

Dachun just shook his head, I sighed, and thought: Yes, Dachun is just a servant after all, how can he know the high-level military secrets?

I was a little annoyed in my heart, but I heard the sound of knocking on the door, but I was very puzzled. The prince usually just pushes the door and goes straight in, directly saving the link of knocking the door.

Who could be so polite?

Dachun opened the door, but I was slightly taken aback when I saw someone coming. Isn't this Miss Ruolan from Huanjin Pavilion?

If Lan appeared in the East Palace, I curled my lips secretly, the taste of His Royal Highness is really like the flood of the Yellow River!

I smirked, evoking an indifferent look, too.

This conspiracy started with Miss Ruolan, and it should be ended by her.

From the moment I saw her in the Huanjin Pavilion for the first time, the prince touched my heart bit by bit, sending it out, and then catching her back, over and over again, playing hard to get.

Miss Ruolan is as beautiful as a fairy, the beautiful wives in the hearts of many men, but I can't avoid her.

The prince used her to do an experiment on me, and then gave it to me with Shen Mo, of course I wish for it.

It's a pity that the two poor people are like puppets in the prince's heart.But a tool to an end.

Ruo Lan's winking eyes are like silk, and her seductiveness is just right, Jiao Didi asked: "Young master, do you still remember the slave family?"

"Miss Ruolan is so young, how dare I forget?" I looked at her tenderly.

You have to be serious when acting.

When I saw her coming, it was nothing important, maybe she just thought of me, or if I, a living person, came to the East Palace, if she didn't come to visit, she would feel something.

I went straight to the point, but didn't talk nonsense to her, and asked lightly: "What is your identity now?"

She frowned shyly, and said: "His Royal Highness said that after the war, I will be made a side concubine. The slave family originally hoped to be with His Royal Highness, and now this long-cherished wish has been fulfilled."

The crown prince's side concubine?

The prince has a lot of wives, so I don't care, even if this Ruolan is more charming, I don't bother to care, the prince is already in the past, the so-called deceased is gone, go fuck it!

I nodded slightly, and said very proudly: "The side concubine, please don't use such rhetoric as slaves, it's not good for people to listen to!"

"Slave..." Ruo Lan tightened her expression, then nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, my lord. I know."

Obviously, Ruolan has a higher status than me, but in the end he respects me a little more. It seems that anyone with a discerning eye knows that the crown prince regards me as his own.

My brows remained indifferent, thinking of Shen Mo who was teased by the prince just like her, my heart turned pale, and I asked cautiously, "Mr. Shen, where are you now?"

"Mr. Shen is a very good man." Ruo Lan helped the pearl hairpin on her head, but said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Shen worked hard day and night, but he did a lot for the prince, which is equivalent to his father Shen Hou's debt."

Dachun, who was silent for a while, floated up to me, nodded and bowed his head, and said, "My lord, I don't know. Now Mr. Shen is in charge of all the affairs of the court. The war is imminent, but Mr. Shen can talk and laugh freely, strategize, and the demeanor of a generation of Confucian generals really captivates the world." !"

To sum it up, Dachun is full of praise for Shen Mo, and I think it's a bit funny to say so many beautiful words.

I was a little amused, and asked the two of them: "Mr. Shen still has the ability to fight and govern the country?" Find him to learn some boring arty piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Speaking of which, I am not surprised that Shen Mo has these talents, on the contrary, I feel happy. With these abilities, I am not afraid that the prince will embarrass him and betray him.In the end, respect him three points and treat him kindly.

I just said a few words, but I was a little tired, I closed my eyes lazily, and said: "Go out, I'm tired."

Ruo Lan has not approached me, but a strong fragrance has already hit the tip of her nose, I laughed at her: "The smell of rouge is really strong."

She said coquettishly: "Your Highness said that he prefers this benzoin, and asked me to mix in more."

Benzoin, I sniffed it carefully, the faint peony fragrance that is common in Jiangfu gardens at the turn of spring and summer was quietly mixed in the benzoin.

I used to like the strong smell, but now I can't help but say: "I also like strong fragrance."

Ruolan Xu would have misunderstood her, and smiled more charmingly, with a few blushing clouds on her face.

I looked sideways and said, "Since you are the prince's man, you must treat him well with all your heart! Don't make any more branches."

Ruo Lan was a little embarrassed, suppressed her voice, and said cautiously: "Young Master taught me that I thought I was the Ruo Lan I used to be, and I could do what I did with Young Master..."

I sternly said: "Don't call me son, I'm just a prisoner locked up."

She kept silent, covered her face and said: "If you don't dislike my son, if you need anything, even if you are a concubine, it is a life to be entrusted. It is not better than the son's life. You are born to be loved, loved, and loved." Take care, in the end a prisoner needs to be taken care of by our so-called masters."

She hid her face even harder and cried miserably.

what to do?I actually thought what she said was very reasonable, but I couldn't take it.

I stared at her blankly, but said: "I was wrong, I was wrong. But you don't want to cry." Good men don't fight with women, and my lord has a lot, so what if you forgive her once?

Originally, my tragic fate was my own making.

People's miserable fate is self-existing.

It's really incomparable.

I shed tears of rouge for her. I can't stand women crying, and I can't watch them.

"If the prince treats you badly in the future, you can just come to me and I will teach him a lesson for you." Anyway, I am also a reckless person, so it is nothing to teach the prince a lesson.

I stroked her hair, and said again: "Your life is not bitter, I promise you to be a good master, it will definitely be better than me who was born with a golden spoon in my mouth but will be imprisoned by someone for a lifetime."

She cried even harder.

I didn't know why, but I felt that there was nothing wrong with what I said, and I was afraid that she wanted to cry, so I simply refused to let her go.

There is no way, my son is kind by nature, a good person will do his best to the end, and send the Buddha to the west, but I don't talk anymore, I just wiped her tears silently.

After relieving her for a while, she got better, and I asked Dachun to take her back to the house when I saw this.

Today's play is called: Who is Worse Than Bi?

Ruo Lan won by an absolute advantage, while Liu Siming was defeated.

Well, maybe I'm really not miserable.

At most, I lost my parents, I lost my friends, the person I loved was trapped, and the person I loved betrayed me. There are also people who are willing to accompany me to act in a play for entertainment, but it really can't be said that it is not miserable.