A concubine to be married dressed as a prince

When Chuxue heard this order, she was ecstatically surprised, "Young master! You are finally willing to eat! Sure enough, you are also happy that the prince came to propose marriage! I'll bring you some snacks."

"Oh no, you haven't eaten for several days, and the dim sum is too hard, I'll cook a bowl of porridge, it will be ready soon!" Chuxue ran out happily.

Jiang Yanqing looked at Chuxue's back who didn't even have time to close the door, and thought, the original owner wanted to commit suicide by hunger strike, no wonder he was so hungry.

The porridge was served soon, and Jiang Yanqing didn't care about losing even a small pickle, so he drank it all in one go.

With the warm porridge in his stomach, he felt much better, and even the injury on his ankle didn't hurt so much.

Jiang Yanqing was still thinking about the prince who came to propose marriage, so he ordered Chuxue to go to the firewood room to find a stick with a thick wrist as a walking stick.

"Chuxue, which courtyard is the prince's marriage proposal?"

"In Lord Hou's yard?" When Chuxue spoke, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of Lord Hou's yard.

Jiang Yanqing didn't need to ask the direction any more, and while walking in the direction Chuxue was looking at, he instructed: "Go and get some food, I'll come back to eat later, a bowl of porridge is just a bottom line, it's not enough to eat at all."

"Oh, by the way, if I don't come back in an hour, you can go find me. I might get lost in the yard."

Chuxue couldn't understand, "One hour?"

"Ah... a stick of incense... that's not right." Jiang Yanqing tried his best to think about the ancient timekeeping method, thanks to the blessing of a recent popular costume drama, he still remembered the word time, "Oh, half an hour, half an hour If I don't come back by time, you can go find me."

Chuxue responded blankly.

Leaning on crutches, Jiang Yanqing thought to himself, it's just a dungeon to open up wasteland. I don't know how big this new map is. It would be great if there was automatic pathfinding.

Walking through the corridor in the yard, there is a small garden outside. The road in the garden is paved with bluestone slabs, which is not smooth.Jiang Yanqing didn't pay attention, the wooden stick in his hand was inserted into the gap between the two stone slabs, and he couldn't pull it out.

He stood on one foot, not using his strength.It turned out that his body was starved to death, and he had no physical strength at all. He only ate a bowl of porridge, and now he has no way to keep this limp body in balance.

So as a result of his violent force, the wooden stick was not pulled out, but instead planted towards the lawn next to him.

Could it be that he is about to die before he leaves the teacher?Jiang Yanqing thought in frustration.

Suddenly a pair of big hands supported his waist, and a deep voice sounded beside his ears: "Be careful."

Jiang Yanqing's hairs all exploded!

He is a serious voice control person. Before time-traveling, he listened to radio dramas every day, and occasionally heard a low-pitched and sexy Gongyin, and he could directly hear his physiological reaction!

Just now, the sound beside him was not inferior to his favorite magnetic attack sound, it almost made his heart beat so fast!

His legs gave way, and he fell directly into the arms of the person behind him.

Jiang Yanqing's sensory nerves in all the cells were highly mobilized. With just one back, he could feel the broad chest and strong chest muscles of the man behind him.

His orientation was innate, the moment he felt the warmth in the arms of the person behind him, Jiang Yanqing's face became hot.

"Can you stand by yourself?" The voice behind him was thick and low, it was the most perfect subwoofer Jiang Yanqing had ever heard.

Although his heart was beating like a drum, Jiang Yanqing was still reserved in his bones.He quickly got off the person, but unexpectedly his right ankle sprained again just now, and now he dared not touch the ground at all.

Jiang Yan had difficulty keeping his balance on his feet, so he could only support the man's arm with his hand.

Through the thin summer clothes, Jiang Yanqing only felt that the muscles on the man's arms became stronger and harder, as if he had touched a stone.

Even a fitness trainer probably doesn't have this level of muscle.Not too big, but just right.

Jiang Yanqing whispered secretly, and couldn't help but glance sideways at the man.