Dressed as the favorite concubine of a downhearted prince

"Where's your prince?"

Zhao Ancai was caught by Ye Yuming when he came out of the study room. He hesitated for a moment, but he still confessed honestly: "The prince said that he has been in the camp recently. If the princess has something to do, just tell his subordinates."

"Oh." Ye Yuming sneered: "I have something to do? What can I do? What can I do with him? And tell you, can I tell you? Does he not plan to come back?!"

"Well, the lord will come back when he's done with his work."

"What about Aojiao, what about Aojiao with me!" Ye Yuming's expression was obviously not looking good: "Is he still reasonable? Is he still angry? He hasn't come back yet? Why, this is trying to chill me first and let me What about reflection? Go and tell Han Sui that it is impossible for me to reflect, and I am right, he is capable, he is capable, and if he has the ability, he will never see me for the rest of his life, bah, who cares about him!"

After yelling, he went back to the room and slammed the door with a "bang bang" sound. Zhao An sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

He is almost used to the relationship between the prince and the concubine who quarrel every three days and have a big quarrel every five days. No matter how troublesome it is, the prince will give the princess a step down. Once the door is closed at night, they will definitely reconcile the next day.

But this time it's different.

The princess was very angry, but the prince seemed even more angry.

There was a quarrel during the meal that day, and the two quarreled again on the road. Just in time for Wu Jiang to return to his command, the prince followed Wu Jiang to the camp that besieged the Weihu army. Standing guard at the camp, and haven't returned to the palace for the past few days.

The situation over there in the camp was really urgent. The prince mobilized the artillery to go there. It seemed that he was planning to fight directly until Lu San surrendered. There was no room for relaxation. The situation was on the verge of breaking out. People are still arguing.

In this matter, as an outsider, Zhao An felt that the concubine was too much. The prince was already pampering him enough, and he almost gave him whatever he wanted. Everyone changed his name and gave him his identity. This is not enough, what else?

Why do you have to come out and open some kind of restaurant? Isn't that embarrassing the prince?

It's a pity that he can't say this, nor should he say it.

Looking at the closed door, Zhao An shook his head, and was about to return to the prince, but the door suddenly opened from inside, Ye Yuming's expression was not very good, but he came out and said to Zhao An: "Go and tell him, I opened the door in Shuzhou. There are three stores, but they are not opened in my name. The owner of the store is someone else. Is he satisfied? It is impossible for me to quit. I will not rely on him to live. I am an independent individual. An independent person, absolutely not attached to anyone else, it is impossible for me to have no name because I am with him, and I only have the identity of his side when I go out, that is a bondage and a shackle for me , just kill me!"

"The subordinate will bring the words to you."

Ye Yuming looked at Zhao An's appearance, and became even angrier: "That's the tone, you stand up straight for me, look into his eyes, and tell me out loud, with the air of a martial arts practitioner, do you understand?"

"Princess, don't embarrass your subordinates."

"Don't call me Princess, I have a name, and my name is Ye Yuming!"

"Before the princess, I was Ye Yuming first, and then your princess!"

In the camp, Han Sui had a cold face and clenched his fists tightly: "Did he really say that?"

"Yes, that's what the princess said."

"Have no intention of repenting at all?"

Zhao An stopped talking, not only did he have no intention of repenting, the princess was still very angry, and looked at the prince's face carefully, Zhao An replied honestly: "The princess seems to hope that the prince can go back."

"What are you doing when you go back? Is this king arguing? Does he think he didn't quarrel enough?"

"My lord, I don't know if I should finish my sentence or not."

Han Sui flicked his sleeves impatiently: "You also tell me this, if you have something to say, just say it without going around in circles."

Zhao An hurriedly replied: "The princess looks a little sad. She ordered wine for the past two days and drank in her room alone, and he seems to be a little disappointed in the prince."

"This subordinate is just speculating on his own, the lord atones for his sin." After Zhao An said that sentence, he quickly confessed his guilt, bowed his head and didn't say anything further.

"What did you say, say it again." Han Sui frowned: "Is he still disappointed in this king? Why should he be disappointed in this king? Isn't this king disappointed in him? This king is not enough to pamper him, spoil him, and pamper him." Is it him? I just got too used to him, used to make him lawless, don't know any rules, just know how to behave in front of this king!"

"Maybe the princess just, wanted to do something to pass the time."

Han Sui was silent for a while, then asked again: "Has he been drinking in the room these two days?"

"Yes, a little sullen."

"Prepare the horse."

Ye Yuming didn't use alcohol to drown his sorrows, he was just unhappy.

When there was a quarrel, Han Sui either locked him up or turned his face away and hid himself far away. He also knew to find a reason for himself, he had to do some serious business, and he came here for that trivial matter. Now is the critical moment, Ye Yuming what can i say

It can only be said that Han Sui will always have the initiative, and he will always be passive. This is not a big deal, he can only be reduced to drinking alone in the room, and he can't even find someone to quarrel with, and there is no shadow of the dog .

"What the hell, do you really think of yourself as an onion?" The wine jar was almost empty, and Ye Yuming could drink enough, but the more he drank the wine today, the more he felt uncomfortable. Started to have ghosting.

"If it weren't for his good looks, I would be willing to take a look at him? Half an eye is superfluous!"

"Still messing with me, is it really great to think that you are a prince? In my eyes, you are just an arrogant bastard! You bastard!"

"I haven't found someone more eye-catching, better-looking, or more handsome. Otherwise, would I want you? I kicked you!"

"Dog, you will treat yourself as my master as soon as you sleep, right? Am I your slave? Why don't you let me do it? I won't do it! I don't want to! I still want to earn money, a lot of money , when the time comes, I will take care of the little boy, whoever is good-looking, I will take care of whoever, spend money to let them tell me nice things, make me laugh, who remembers who you Han Sui are, what you look like, and smile every day with a cold face No one can laugh, as if anyone wants to see it."

Han Sui hurried on, and when he came back, he heard the drunk man yelling inside. The more he listened, the darker his face became. Finally, he couldn't hold back, and kicked the door open. The noise was too loud, which disturbed Ye Yuming in the room.

The wine jar in his hand didn't hold it steady, and it fell directly, breaking into pieces.

Han Sui wanted to come to Xingshi to inquire about his crimes, but it turned out that he was the worst, and his anger turned into seven points, and seeing the tears in Ye Yuming's eyes, seven points turned into three points.

"Han Sui, you're back." Ye Yuming opened his mouth, and with a voice of aggrievedness, he staggered to his feet, threw himself into Han Sui's arms, and hugged him tightly: "Someone bullied me."

"Who, who bullied you?"

That three-pointer also evaporated.

"Han Sui bullied me." Ye Yuming's voice was choked up when he complained: "He had a cold war with me, and he was violent with me. He's healed, and I did nothing wrong, why should I have a cold war with me, I want to go home and eat hot pot."

Holding Han Sui in his arms, he whimpered and began to cry.