Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

When Liang Xuan woke up in a daze, he felt that his body was shaking violently, the sky was dark, and he couldn't figure out anything.

Lying on his side for a long time, the pressure on his left shoulder was so stiff that he became numb. He rolled over impatiently, but suddenly rolled down.

Knocking his head against the leg of the table, the dull pain awakened his dazed consciousness for an instant, and he curled up into a ball, feeling so distressed at his forehead, which was tormented by pain, that he didn't know where to start.

"Since I woke up, I sat upright and crowded my desk for no reason, disturbing people so much that they couldn't even read well."

The sound of clear water washed away from the top of his head was unremarkable, but it shocked Liang Xuan instantly. He raised his head in astonishment, and slammed his head against the corner of the table mercilessly.

It was Murong Ze, with a look of sympathy flashing in his indifferent eyes very quickly, and he sighed inscrutablely.

Hearing the movement, Shi Jiqing turned around and opened the curtain of the car, and asked, "Is the young master awake?"

Liang Xuan held his head in both hands, his headache was unbearable, and he couldn't help saying angrily, "What the hell are you doing standing on the table here! Ouch, my head...is broken, you can bear it!" Are you responsible?"

After finishing speaking, he even bent his leg and kicked the innocent wooden table very angrily.

Shi Jiqing glanced at Zhuofei, Zhuofei nodded almost imperceptibly, he handed the slender branch in his hand to Zhuofei, and obliged to get up and get into the carriage.

In view of Murong Ze's insistence, since Prince Daying visited Tubo, the court ladies and entourages could no longer give in, and it was extremely humble to be able to install a carriage.

But why did Shi Jiqing bring so much silver with him when he went out?

At any rate, he picked a carriage that was within his capacity, but Murong Ze lost his temper again, and caught an orange-blue table with his eyes.

Shi Jiqing went in low, and saw Liang Xuan sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands outstretched, and he was completely cautious about his forehead, looking like he was about to touch it.

Murong Ze sneered, "Only your head should be broken without touching it. What are you afraid of?"

"You! I admit, I have a splitting headache right now and I can't beat you! Qingqing, fuck me!"

Liang Xuan looked at Shi Jiqing eagerly, raised his finger to the calm Murongze, and spoke with righteous indignation.

Shi Jiqing coughed, smiled at Murongze, and asked Liang Xuandao, "Young master, you have slept for three days and two nights, you must be hungry, here is some dry food, you can make do with it first Belly, we'll be in town in a while."

Liang Xuan glanced back and forth between the two of them strangely several times, suddenly his eyes darkened, and he called out, "Qingqing..."

Shi Jiqing lowered his eyes immediately, years of intuition told him that the young master is so serious... definitely not really serious!

"Have you taken a fancy to our Ze'er?"

A thunderbolt from the blue sky suddenly flashed, Zhuo Fei shook his hand, and the wheel suddenly ran over a raised stone. The three people in the car were all shocked to jump up, and landed firmly again.

Murong Ze raised his eyes from the book, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled intriguingly.

Shi Jiqing's primordial spirit, who had been hacked to pieces, finally returned to his position, immediately widened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and said incredulously, "Huh—??"

This expression fell into Liang Xuan's eyes, but it seemed like solid evidence, and he immediately said convincingly, "If you don't like our Ze'er, how can you watch your young master suffer and be indifferent! This young master is like you! The relationship between iron and gold inlaid with feces and urine! You are so ruthless and ruthless for beauty today, young master...Young master is so sad! Qingqing, how could you treat me like this! Qingqing!"

Shi Jiqing paused for a moment, then turned his face away, never wanting to look directly again.

Murong Ze gently put the book back on the table, and said calmly, "From this point of view, I should take back my preface. Although your brain is really bad, it should not be able to withstand bumps. I'm afraid It's getting worse and worse and will eventually become inhumane, hey..."

Shi Jiqing had no choice but to complain, "Our young master always has a few hours every day that are a little...somewhat unusual, and I hope His Royal Highness will take care of it."

Looking directly at Liang Xuan's glaring eyes, Murong Ze smiled generously, "It's just a small quarrel, I won't take it to heart."

"What are you planning on being so polite? Where's my father?" Liang Xuan interrupted abruptly.

He lowered his head and squinted his eyes slightly, with his hands hanging on his knees. To be honest, the wound on his forehead was so painful that it was numb, not to mention the messy things in front of him had to be sorted out.

After a little hesitation, Shi Jiqing said in a deep voice, "Tubo."

Liang Xuan frowned immediately, "Isn't it in the prison? Why did he go to Tubo again? Could it be that he really wants to force the suave young master to marry him!"

There was a dark light in Murong Ze's quiet eyes, and he said nonchalantly, "Get married?"

"It's not that little princess of Tubo!" Liang Xuan raised his eyes impatiently and glanced at Murong Ze, paused for a while, but immediately became furious, "It's not all your fault!"

Murong Ze frowned in astonishment, "What does this have to do with me?"

Liang Xuan stared straight at him, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and said, "Why did you say that you caught my father? Ah? If I didn't think wholeheartedly that my father was locked in the prison, how could I use my life to Lurking in the palace? If I didn’t need to lurk, how could I follow you out of the palace for the spring festival? If I hadn’t participated in the spring festival, how could I be poisoned and then easily caught by Qingqing! This is to catch me and go to Tubo to get married Ah! Wan'er, Wan'er! Poor me, where should I go!"

Murong Ze's face turned cold, and he said in a concentrated voice, "If you say it this way, this palace not only deceived you, but also deprived you of your freedom for the rest of your life?"

Liang Xuan was short-tempered for a while, and even more quick-spoken, he immediately continued, "Maybe you have discussed it with my father from the beginning, and lied to me all the way, just to lure me to Tubo to sell myself to make money!"

"presumptuous!"

Murong Ze slapped his palm on the table, and the palm was so fierce that the newly bought orange green wooden table was broken into pieces. Shi Jiqing pursed his lips, but couldn't stop him for a while, so he just calmly took a step in, delicately It stood between Liang Xuan and Murong Ze.

Liang Xuan was so startled that his mouth suddenly closed, and he looked at Murong Ze with a frosty face.

Murong Ze breathed a sigh of relief, his chest heaved and rose several times, then gradually calmed down, and then calmly said, "But in your eyes, I'm always so calculating?"

Liang Xuan remained silent, while Murong Ze stared at him calmly, the light in his clear eyes dimmed further and further.

Shi Jiqing looked at both sides, but really didn't know how to intervene, so he could only sigh secretly, and quietly got out, Zhuo Fei glanced at him, and handed him back the slender branch in his hand.

The interior of the car was silent, as if the air was stagnant, and the breathing seemed embarrassing and harsh.

Half an hour later, when it was almost dark, Zhuo Fei settled the carriage and horses into the stables of the inn. Shi Jiqing weighed the money bag in his arms, and asked for two upper rooms with a sigh.

Looking back at Murong Ze, no matter how you look at it, there was a resentment of disliking him as a prodigal, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original state, and said with a smile, "Second Master, please."

Murong Ze nodded slightly, led by the waiter, and used a room by himself. Liang Xuan pursed his lips, tugged at Shi Jiqing's sleeve, and complained, "Qingqing...you dote on him too much."

Shi Jiqing nodded approvingly, and sighed helplessly, "That car...is too expensive..."

Liang Xuan immediately stared, "I'm not talking about a carriage! I'm talking about a bed! I want a bed too! I want a warm quilt too!"

Shi Jiqing was puzzled, "This subordinate sleeps on the floor with Zhuofei, and there is a room where the warm bed belongs to the young master. Why are you so angry?"

"But if three people squeeze into one room, the air will be thinner!"

Liang Xuan was making trouble out of no reason, Shi Jiqing was too lazy to reason with him, and dragged him up the stairs, Liang Xuan disagreed with life and death, and cried all the way, Zhuo Fei followed silently with his sword in his arms, he couldn't bear the disturbance in the end, He said coldly, "If you think there are too many people, the young master can go to the stable for a night."

Liang Xuanyi politely refused, "There are more horses, more horse manure, more horse urine, smelly and crowded!"

"Second Master's house?"

Liang Xuan suffocated, stiffened his neck, and said guiltily, "He, he, he, sleep with him, two people squeeze together! With him, the air is not only thin but also gloomy!"

Shi Jiqing stopped abruptly, Liang Xuanjing looked back and bickered with Zhuo Fei, but couldn't react for a moment, and bumped into him suddenly, "Qingqing, why did you stop?"

"There are no horses, no one, and no me on the roof. The young master can sleep in peace. Taking the sky as his seat and the ground as his seat, isn't it another kind of pride?"

As soon as Murong Ze opened the door, he heard Liang Xuan's words and couldn't help but reply.

Liang Xuan pursed his lips tightly, looked at Murong Ze with a complicated expression, suddenly shook off Shi Jiqing's hand, and said angrily, "Just go, I'm afraid of you!"

It was fine at first, his body was already warm and could withstand the bitter cold wind, and when the crescent moon shyly smiled and revealed his head, Liang Xuan wished he could cut off his tongue.

Hunger, cold, devastated.

He straightened up on the roof, lifted his feet that were frozen stiff, and made a gesture to stamp them down, but at the critical moment, he regained his reason and remembered that his foot was going down, not to mention whether he could keep warm, but don't get through it. Climb the roof of the inn, and Qingqing didn't have any money to compensate when she turned around.

Hey, the more I think about it, the more miserable it becomes... I can't live with my own sins, I have to face the pain...

As early as an hour ago, Shi Jiqing reckoned that his brainless young master must have regretted it, so he brought some food and drink in an attempt to lure him back to his room, but unexpectedly, the development of the situation did not go as he wished.

The two of them drank a jug of wine, drank and tasted, and had nothing to talk about, so they told Liang Xuan all the news he got from Zhuo Fei.

After Liang Xuan listened quietly, he took a sip of his wine and only asked, "Where's my mother?"

Shi Jiqing looked away and looked at the cold crescent moon, her voice seemed ethereal and distant, "Madam... finally able to go home..."

Liang Xuan sniffed, buried his head in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "It's not a place where I have lived for so many years, and I can't give her a peaceful life...Qingqing, I miss Wan'er ..."

The world is lonely.

Shi Jiqing didn't say any more, just raised his hand solemnly, and patted Liang Xuan's shoulder.

The author has something to say:

The world is lonely... What a fart!The young master hastened to apologize to Ze'er!Kneel and lick the soles!