The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Chapter 315 of Prince Wang Waiwai

Reason tells Su Jing that he should go out and comfort Xu Fei as well as he and Murong Kai have negotiated to lead the snake out of the hole.

However, after all, he was still unwilling to grieve himself. The woman he was willing to hold the palm of his hand was gone.

Princess Fei knelt outside the Yushu study room, crying with pear blossoms and rain. She was still sinking into the bottom of the valley with a little hope, but she already knelt at the door of Yushu study room, just left, some ...

She could only insist on kneeling here, but the tears on her grief-stricken face had already dried up. After the hope in her heart was broken, she had a deep grief.

She was obsessed with him, but she could not get any pity for her.

In the end, Princess Xu couldn't hold it, and she was crumbling at the door of Yushufang, and she was about to faint. Murong Kai stayed in the **** and finally couldn't help reminding Su Jing, don't let the crown prince and princess suffer again .

It was just a sentence that made Su Jing sober instantly. He looked at the **** behind him and asked with a smile: "Is he asked again?"

"The prince said, you have a deep affection for the queen, and certainly you are not willing to approach the lady of Xu Fei, but they all stretched out their hands to the harem, we have to fight back."

The young **** smiled and persuaded Su Jing that his body was already cold and sweaty, because the words of his prince were not so gentle when he left. His original words said: Even the children have given up, and they still can't bear themselves?

Because the prince was resentful to the emperor, he did not speak politely.

Thinking of being reminded by a junior, Su Jing could not help but glared at the little **** behind him, then got up and walked towards the door of Yushufang.

Seeing Su Jing, Xu Fei, who insisted on kneeling on the ground, had a flash of joy on her face, and the man fell to Su Jing softly.

Su Jing hurried forward and hugged her and walked towards her bedroom.

Xu Fei pretends to be leaning softly on Su Jing's body, and there is a confusion in her heart.

After all, he didn't let him make an exception for herself. She still couldn't enter the Imperial Study, but he should have pity for himself in the heart, otherwise he would not hold himself back to the palace like this.

Snuggling in his arms, Fei Xu regretted that she shouldn't be so tempted. After a few days, he and the emperor have a deep relationship, and he should not refuse to enter the study room.

Xu Fei is looking forward to what will happen after returning to the palace.

Before, because of her initiative, the emperor was displeased and alienated herself. Later, at any time, she took the initiative to take Xuan'er to her dormitory, but the emperor also looked for it regardless of her, she should really have herself in her heart Yes, Xuan'er, but it was just a good excuse for him and himself.

What my father said was really good. The emperor needed it, but it was a step.

Now, there is no ladder between them, only a smooth road.

Concubine Xu can think of what he will look like in the harem in the future. He will love him all the time, and he will be gentle and virtuous like an empress, and he will be his virtuous helper and his interpreter.

But, thinking about the future, she couldn't help thinking about what her father explained.

For a time, my heart was confusing.

Before seeing Su Jing, her heart was full of her father's words, but now in Su Jinghuai's heart, she was full of her deep affection over the years.

Su Jing didn't know what Xu Fei thought, nor could Xu Fei do what he wanted. After entering the palace, he put Xu Fei on the bed.

Xu Fei, like a shy little girl, shyly shuffled his clothes, and the embarrassed affection in her eyes was meaningful.

Su Jing looked at the woman half-kneeling on the bed, her body still not moving, and her eyes were flattering.

"Emperor, it's late, let's ..."