The Prince Wants to Leave His Concubine

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Last section: He slowly let go of her and opened the door to talk outside.

Changed to: He slowly let go of her, put on the iron face, and opened the door to talk outside.

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Outside the door, Lao Tie immediately asked a few slaves to go to the kitchen to declare a meal. The leader was so angry that he wanted to beat someone. He saw that there were many people attending outside, but there was no one.

While eating, Shangguan Jinghong suddenly said, "You want to beat me, right? I'll let you beat."

If Fang Ming and others are fine on weekdays, but everyone has the royal family's general affairs, they are not always there. The Big Four and the beauties just don't know where he was sent. Lao Tie leads a group of servants and maidservants in the service.

The leader was picking up the meal, and was startled when she heard that, she gave him face, but he didn't want it.

Lao Tie Wai, everyone was shocked and stunned.

This man is the master, he has no taboos. The leader thought for a while, after all he said, "Master is really smirking."

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand suddenly, opened her handmaid, rolled up her sleeves, and arranged vegetables for her, and after a while, the dishes on the side of her hand were fully stacked.

"Eat more meat."

To put it simply, the leader thought of the days in Tianshen Village, and she had already owned it. She shook her head and smiled, somewhat relieved.

The old iron next to him whispered: "Master Alice, this menu was carefully drawn up by the master and told the chef to make it."

"Yeah." Seeing that it was Lao Tie talking to her, Qiao Chu smiled and nodded. Next to him, Shangguan was shocked and watched her eating in silence. She said softly: "Let's eat."

"Chu'er, do you have less resentment in your heart?"

In the ear, his voice was hopeful, with a pure smile.

The leader heard him ask straightforwardly, and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he didn't say anything.

She doesn't love him anymore, except that she really doesn't like his physical touch, she doesn't hate him much anymore.

Because she was able to leave soon, she was a bit brisk.

She thought about it, her eyes circled around the slaves, and she still said, "Let’s eat, the dishes are almost cold."

"Then just talk about talent," Shangguan Jinghong picked up the bowl, his eyes still faintly focused on her, "How can you not be upset?"

The leader suddenly moved in his heart, and he understood why he didn't deport these slaves. If no one is there, she may not return to him at all. At this time, she will be horrified by his intentionally or unintentionally, "Master, give me a face."

The dishes for the two are separate. His dishes are vegetable, green and beautiful, but not much. Her food is very rich, with all kinds of dishes and meat, and some delicacies she is not famous for, the colors are bright and beautiful, and the fragrance is overflowing. Others look exquisite and beautiful. There are dozens of cups and plates in the whole table. It's all full. There is also a cup next to it, simmering on a small stove, and there is a faint bitter and sweet fragrance coming from it, thinking it is medicated soup or something.

She said that she put a piece of stewed meat on his mouth and said, "If you eat it, I won't be annoyed."

Lao Tie next to Shangguan Jinghong changed his face first. Shangguan Jinghong squinted slightly, his eyes reflected a bit of danger and seriousness. With a smile, Fang said, Shangguan Jinghong had bowed his head and reached her chopsticks.

The screen window opened slightly, the rain slanted in the wind, the sound of rain ticked, and it was clearly far away from the window, but the water drop seemed to hit the joints of the arm, the outstanding hand trembled, but Shangguan Jinghong stretched out his hand to hold her unstable hand, and eat Up.

His hands are steady and strong, she wants to retract, but she can't.

He ate quickly, unlike chewing it in normal days, and swallowing it quickly, but then stood up quickly, strode to the jade pot by the window, bowed his head and vomited.

She saw his tall body bend slightly, and the dull sound from the **** made her fall.

Immediately, a maid poured the tea and walked to him in shock. Shangguan Jinghong took the tea cup, rinsed her mouth carefully, straightened up, and waved her hand to let everything take off.

In a moment, everyone evacuated cleanly, the door lintel closed, and the garden flowers and plants were shut in the spring rain.

Shangguan Jinghong stared at her, the scorching eyes, and the leader became flustered inexplicably, and had a ridiculous idea. He wouldn't want to beat her.

She subconsciously stroked her stomach and stood up, and stepped back a few steps alertly. She stepped back in a hurry. Shangguan's eyes sank in shock, and somehow she came to her and hugged her.

He took her back to the dining table and sat down, letting her sit on his lap.

"Let go..." she struggled.

"Stupid woman."

His voice was fierce, and suddenly he coughed heavily, then leaned in to kiss him.

Knowing that he did it on purpose, the leader still couldn't help screaming to avoid it, "You just vomited, it's dirty, don't touch me."

He laughed in a low voice: "I won't touch you if you sit down."

He acted as a deterrent, and the leader didn't dare to move anymore, letting him feed a bowl full of food with interest but no romance at all.

After being filled with a pot of medicinal soup like a duck, she frowned, but he touched her somewhat chubby belly and sighed with satisfaction.

However, he didn't let her go until she rinsed her mouth after eating. He gently rested his chin on her slightly thin shoulders, and his voice was a little low, "It has to be more fleshy."

The leader was a little sleepy by him, and he refused to let her go. He narrowed his eyes and became sleepy.

In the dimness, as the man's big hand gently stroked his back, the deep embrace was solid and warm, the arms on the waist were tight, the windows were raining, the sky was overcast, and the pavilions were further away Covered with smoke, even if the time is wrong, I suddenly think of that poem, but don't forget it now, Mu Yanqiuyu crosses Fengqiao.

Don’t forget the time, but unfortunately missed the season.