A concubine to be married dressed as a prince

The man is about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and waist. The dark red embroidered shirt on his body is well-cut. Although there are no accessories, the aura exuding from his body is very compelling.

The man pulled his makeshift crutch out of the cracks in the flagstones and handed it to him.

Jiang Yanqing quickly said thank you, and reached out to pick up the crutches.

As a result, the moment the hand touched the crutch, there was a sharp tingling pain in the palm.

Jiang Yanqing took a deep breath, spread his palms and looked, it turned out that the moment he fell just now, his palms brushed against the rough crutches, and a rough barb pierced into his skin.

It didn't hurt when it first pierced in, but now the pain is slowly coming up, Jiang Yanqing blew into the palm of his hand, the pain was so painful that he couldn't help shaking his hand.

"Don't move, let me see."

The hand was held by the man, who was very strong, Jiang Yanqing struggled subconsciously, but did not break free.

The man lowered his head, frowned, and the breath around him instantly sank.

Jiang Yanqing flinched, froze in place, not daring to move, her fingers curled up subconsciously.

"Open your palms." The man's tone could not be refuted.

Jiang Yanqing spread her hands obediently.

I saw the man's fingers lightly pinching the barb that was exposed outside, and then suddenly exerted force to pull it out, which can be described as quick and precise.

Jiang Yanqing only felt a sharp stabbing pain for a moment, and then saw blood seeping out from the hole left, which quickly gathered into a bright red blood bead.

Without saying a word, the man squeezed the tender flesh of his palm with his fingers, and squeezed out two drops of blood.

The dull pain made Jiang Yanqing tremble: "It hurts, take it easy..."

The man lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then threw his hand away.

Jiang Yanqing, who finally got his freedom, hurriedly held his palms and blew air, his fingers connected to his heart, but he didn't expect the palms to be the same, and the pain made him teary.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the garden.

"Shuhe! Why did you offend the prince!" Among the group of people who came in, an old man headed by hurried over, blowing his beard and staring at Jiang Yanqing, "You can't just stay in the yard, what are you doing out there!"

Shuhe is Jiang Yanqing's character, and the old man who can call him by his name should be the father of the original owner, the old master.

Jiang Yanqing rolled his eyes in his heart, if he hadn't crossed over, the one staying in the yard now would be just a corpse.When the prince finds out that the object of marriage proposal is a corpse, his expression must be wonderful.

And the tall man who helped him pull out the wooden thorn in his palm just now turned out to be that Wang Chuchengji with a different surname who came to propose marriage.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yanqing couldn't help but glance at Chu Chengji again.

Just now because the distance was too close and the height gap was too big, he didn't see Chengji's face clearly.

Unexpectedly, at this glance, Jiang Yanqing was so frightened that he shivered.

This Chu Chengji has a perfect figure and voice, but his face is too scary.

On Chu Chengji's left face, a hideous and terrifying scar started from under the temple, slanted downward, crossed the corner of the mouth, and extended to the chin, making the whole face look gloomy and evil.

Jiang Yanqing only took one look, then hurriedly looked away.

My heart was still beating fast, but this time it was scared.This face is almost engraved with the words "Wanted Criminal".

"What are you still doing in a daze! Hurry up and salute the prince!" the old Hou Ye shouted again.

Jiang Yanqing didn't know how to salute, but because of the old Hou Ye's angry roar, everyone, including the prince, was looking at him.

There was no other way, Jiang Yanqing could only bite the bullet, and didn't know whether to kneel, but bowed his head to Chu Chengji in a 45-degree salute, controlled the volume and tone to make himself look neither humble nor overbearing.

"Shuhe greets the prince."

The people around were suffocating.