rich little concubine

Tears and a painful expression on his face pierced Mo Feng's eyes, he lifted his robe, stepped into the bed, and hugged him in his arms distressedly.

"Yang'er stop crying... this king... this king is wrong, if you wake up, everything will be up to you in the future?" Mo Feng's heart was ruthlessly pulled, he could not be beaten or scolded, he could only coaxing softly.

He is a majestic prince, but there are times when he is helpless.

There was a row of maidservants kneeling outside the room, waiting to be summoned at any time, but inside the room there were always only the man's weeping and the prince's soft words, and it lasted most of the night like this.

Everyone can't believe it, is this the cruel and decisive king of Zhenbei in their eyes!

How could she coax a male concubine who could not continue to have an heir in the palace so humbly?

However, the more the ink seal coaxed him, the more tears fell from the person in his arms, the front of his clothes was wet a lot, and when he finally coaxed him to sleep peacefully again, it was already midnight outside.

At dawn, Xuehe came, stood outside the house, and said, "This subordinate has something to report."

Then Mo Feng got up, carefully tucked the quilts for the people around him again, and called Luan'er to come in to watch, and then went to the study with Xue He in peace.

Luan'er went to the kitchen to re-boil the medicine early in the morning, and stood outside the door with it, waiting for the young master to wake up and drink it.

As soon as he put the medicine bowl on the table, when he looked up, he saw a person striding in, dressed in red, with frivolous eyebrows, smiling at Luan'er, "I'll come and see the princess."

Luan'er was taken aback for a moment, and found that there was no servant girl to stop her outside the door, and she didn't dare to ask who it was, and stood aside respectfully.

"Has the princess ever woken up?" Yijing asked.

Luan'er shook her head: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ziyang's eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids opened slightly, revealing a gap.

Yijing was the first to find out: "Hey, I just said I didn't wake up, but I'm about to wake up now, just take a look."

Luan'er wept with joy, lay on the bedside and shook Ji Ziyang's arm lightly, calling out: "Young master, young master, wake up!"

Ji Ziyang opened his eyes tiredly, still dizzy, and after a long pause, he realized that Luan'er was crying and laughing beside his bed, so funny.

And there was another person standing beside the bed, a strange man, who was looking at him curiously with a smile.

Then he turned his head and looked at the spacious and luxurious bed under him, and the gauze curtain outside, it was clearly not his room.

"Where is this? Who are you?" asked the man in red.

Yijing saluted briefly, and said: "Wangfei has never seen me before, so naturally she doesn't know me. My subordinate's name is Yijing, and he is a staff member of the palace. He came here to visit Wangfei."

As soon as he heard the words Wangfuwangfei, memories flooded his mind, his hands gripped the bed sheet tightly, and all the humiliation he suffered that night began to come back.

The shame and pain of being torn under the body was clearly transmitted to every pore of the body, and I couldn't help but trembled all over again.

Wait, what did that person just say?Said he was Yijing?

But this person is obviously imposing, with a rosy complexion, and a healthy appearance, but also is poisonous in the depth of field, and he can't see the light, so he is imprisoned in a dark room all day long.

If this person is really Yijing, then who is the person in the dark room!

Thoughts were spinning in his head, his body was highly poisonous, and he hadn't been out of the house all year round. He secretly delivered fish in the middle of the night, and the other party claimed that he was ugly and dared not show his true colors. After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a second It's the right person!

OK!

Such a good Ran Mofeng, such a King of Zhenbei, to play him between applause, not only a beast, but also a liar!

Qi and blood rushed straight to his forehead, and he became dizzy again.

"Are you free?" Ran Mofeng squinted his eyes, looking at Yijing who introduced himself leisurely, his face darkened to death.

Yijing replied with a smile: "Not idle, I came here to see if the princess is in better health." By the way, let's see how precious the prince is, he added the last part of the sentence in his heart.

"Get out!" Ran Mofeng's voice sank, filled with anger.

His Yang'er was already so angry that Yijing came to add fuel to the flames and broke the siege. He wanted to wait for a suitable opportunity in the future to tell Ji Ziyang about this, so as not to create a rift in his heart.

This time it was good, when he heard his voice, the person on the bed closed his eyes again, and turned his head to the side, obviously he didn't want to see him.

Ran Mo Feng picked up the medicine bowl on the table, sat by the bed, and called out to the person on the bed, "Yang'er, drink up the medicine."

The person on the bed was silent.

"Yang'er, be obedient." Ran Mo Feng coaxed him patiently, and helped him up with one hand.

Ji Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like ice-covered frost and snow, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked out the medicine bowl in Mo Feng's hand, and with a bang, the medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The servant girls outside the room were all so frightened that they knelt on the ground and remained motionless, fearing that it would cause disaster in the fish pond, but the expected anger never came.

However, Mo Feng felt a pain in his heart, sat on the bed, hugged the trembling man, "Yang'er is obedient, drink the medicine obediently, this king will never hurt you again in the future."

Ji Ziyang didn't move at all, and quietly uttered a word: "Get lost!"

He thought that the person behind him would get angry again, but it was beyond his expectation. The man hugged him tighter, as if he wanted to embed him into his body, rubbing his warm lips against his earlobe and biting lightly. The rascal said: "I won't go away."