The Prince Wants to Leave His Concubine

The wrist tightened immediately, and he was caught in his hand.

In pain, the leader raised his head to see the person who came, and then he was stunned again. Shangguan Jinghong turned back at some point, holding her with one hand and putting one on her wrist.

Seeing the neatly manicured, slightly shiny, quiet and slightly hard finger cover, she was silent for a moment, and she was silent everywhere. Except for Lang Linling, she called out "Master" and followed the clear water. The former looked already. Si sullen, looked at her coldly, and finally looked at her intricately shocking the superior.

"The heart is not sick." Shangguan frowned, disgust flashed in his eyes.

He had such a look to her several times after his memory loss. The leader was so breathless. At this time, the two were very close. Unlike just now, she didn't use honorifics, and didn't call his father like just now. , "Jinghong, after you have eaten your meal, come over to me, I can explain what happened today..."

"When will you make some tricks, too, it was a trick for you to go out today as an excuse."

Although she lowered her voice, Lang Linling was here, it was inconvenient to elaborate, so she didn't say much, but Shangguan Jinghong interrupted her with a sneer.

"I promised you to send troops. I won't go back. You don't have to force yourself to accommodate. I'm tired and tired, but I will never let you go. Even if you want to die, you can only die in my Royal Palace. This is what I want to say. There is only so much that can be said between us. You don't have to say it anymore, I won't listen to it anymore. Believe it, and be a fool again? No, no."

He squeezed her waist hard, his eyes were full of irony and ridicule, piercing her eyes through the frost of the iron face.

It was not until he left with his arms around Lang Linling that the leader found some strength from the cold body, stretched out his hand to caress his shoulder, and slowly stood up. The pain in her shoulder seemed to remind her of something, but she didn't want to spend any effort to think about it, and she didn't go to him for treatment.

*****

Back in the room, the Big Four and the beauty have come back, waiting for her in the room.

She only felt extremely tired. After eating something casually for lunch, she went back to bed and lay down. Her shoulder pain was like the intermittent rheumatism of an old man. Later, the pain disappeared, and she ignored it.

She rested, the Big Four and the beauties sat guarding in the room.

When I woke up, it was time for dinner. I had no appetite in the morning. I woke up and became sober, and I didn't want to eat. The two girls were considerate and went out immediately to get hot water in.

She took a shower, sat at the table, thinking~thinking about what to do next, but found her mind was blank. Then he thought about what else could he do. He was generous and lived up to her promise. Shouldn't she still follow the original plan? Why are there so many entanglements?

As she was thinking about it, Bishui led a few maids in, each holding something in their hands, and when the Big Four and the beauties put them down, she looked at it and saw that it was a jewelry box, cloth silk, and rouge gouache.

The whole volume of silk is blue, the blue of the lake and the blue of the sky, so bright and dazzling.

Thinking of his words in the Palace of Xia, for the first time, she felt that this comfortable color was also dazzling.

Bishui stood aside, looking at the things on the table with some envy but indifferently, saying that it was given to Master Qiao by the master.

She nodded and let Bishui go to work. Bishui was imprisoned because of her and was released today because of Lang Linling. The envy of Bishui made her feel sad. These things are just what he used to mock her. Bishui suddenly smiled bitterly: "Master Qiao, there is a word, the slave and maid knows not to say..."

When Bishui said this, it would be hard for her to refuse and motioned to Bishui.

"The Lord was so drunk that he kept calling your name in the study."

*****

It wasn't until the guard in the courtyard met with her that the leader realized what she had done. She was already on the way to the study.

She and Shangguan Jinghong, who was more like a fool, at this time, she didn't know.

Walking in a hurry, panting slightly and walked to the entrance of the study, the leader was startled, there was no one outside the door, no guards, not even Lao Tie and the others.

Yes, he is a good face, so how can he allow his subordinates to see him desperate?

With her hand on the door, she quickly became nervous again. He had already said that he would no longer listen to her explanation. Why did she rush over so quickly?

However, the body is out of control, and when he raises his hand, he wants to knock on the door, and then he laughs again. He is already drunk, what else is she knocking on?

With a thought, he opened the door without thinking about what to say to him.

*****

Seeing the Big Four and the beauties hesitated for a while, they wanted to chase them out, and the clear water said lightly: "I'm afraid that I want to ask for a chance to get along with my master."

She said and looked at the things on the table, and said to the maidservants: "Follow me."

Walking on the corridor, she slowly stopped and fell behind.

Those things are precious and beautiful, aren't they. Rui Wang's gift is precious. Her heart was convulsed bitterly, and then the ball of paper she had been holding tightly in her hand opened.

The handwriting on the paper dances vigorously, it is a good handwriting of Dali Siqing.

There was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.

*****

Fang Ming's bedroom.

At this time, under the lights, except Fang Ming, Lao Tie, Jing Ping and Jing Qing, there were two more visitors, but it was King Ning and Zong Pu.

"No, I still have to go to see the Lord, he refused to wait, but he drank, no one to wait for him."

Jing Ping suddenly got up when everyone was talking with a worried face.

Zong Pu's eyes moved slightly, "Jing Ping, how can the Eighth Ye be unattended? Or, you don't want the two of them to re-cultivation?"

Jing Ping looked at Zong Pu, unable to tell why. He was finally uneasy and said, "Master Zong is really jokes. Jing Ping doesn't dare to disturb the master. He just wants to wait far away in the past. Command, it’s not good to be around without anyone familiar with it."