The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Rong Jing, did I tell you that I like you now?" Yun Qianyue said suddenly.

Rong Jing's hands tremble, and the hosta, which was supposed to be inserted into the hair room, slips and a good cloud of hair spreads out.

"Oh, why don't you hold the hairpin? You have to comb it again!" Yun Qianyue complained.

"What... did you just say?" Rong Jing asked softly, his voice was faint, and there seemed to be a tremble.

"I said you stupid! Did you hear me?" Yun Qianyue glared at him from the mirror and urged: "Come on! What time is it for you to see! When will we go out of town like this!"

Rong Jing asked no more, stooped to pick up the hosta, and brushed his hair again.

Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing from the mirror, and then saw it halfway again. Seeing that he didn't fluctuate much except for the strange thing just now, he immediately asked with dissatisfaction, "I said I like you. Is this your expression?"

Rong Jing held a meal, this time the hairpin was inserted into the hair room steadily, seeing her holding her hair on the side of the temple, and then inserting Yu Bu into the hair, and then placed two beads in her hair room, after doing everything, he was deep Take a deep look at the person in the mirror and say warmly: "Not enough!"

When the words fell, he turned to himself to freshen up.

"Not enough? How about that?" Yun Qianyue turned to look at Rong Jing. Is he saying that she doesn't like it enough?

Rong Jing did not answer.

Yun Qianyue stopped asking, looking at him thinking. Some people have spent their whole lives and it is difficult to meet someone they like. Some people may not have a result even when they meet someone they like. Some people hang their love every day, but they don’t even know what love is. some people……

She does not think that there is something called love in the world that is deeper, deeper and deeper than she likes. But she doesn't think she will. Her soul has been very compassionate since she was a child. Without parents and relatives, she never forced to find it. Now that she has a grandfather and father, she feels happy, but it is not necessary.

Once she liked a person, silently like it for two decades. Later, the man went, and her life was still as usual.

Now that she likes Rongjing, it has made her feel very heavy, and she can't bear it, maybe it will be deeper than she likes, but it can only be deeper.

"What if it's deeper than it's like? Is it enough?" Yun Qiangyue asked again.

"Not enough!" Rong Jing wiped his face, shaking his head.

Yun Qianyue smiled lightly, looked at Rong Jing, and said seriously: "That's all I can give you. If you say no, then I can take it back. You have another..."

Rong Jing's face changed slightly, and he suddenly stopped, looking straight at Yun Qiangyue.

Yun Qianyue suddenly muttered. She knew that such words hurt people, but she did think so. There are too many variables in the future, and she dare not guarantee him. Something deeper than liking has exceeded her boundaries. If he is still not satisfied, if she wants to annex her soul and give it to him, then she can't do it.

Not only can it not be done now, but also in the future! She has a stubborn and stubborn attachment!

She knows better than anyone who she is!

"Deeper than I like, it's the most." Yun Qianyue lowered her head, her voice suddenly light as cloud smoke, completely ripped off the camouflage coat, whispered and clearly said incomparably: "I used to take the first place in faith, any feelings Be restrained by your faith. Now I am changing. Just like you saved Qin Yuning yesterday, I clearly knew that you were right to save her, but I couldn’t help it. This has surpassed what I once set for myself. Set boundaries."

She didn't say that the mission was her full-time dispatch, and she knew the danger. According to the man and her feelings, she didn't have to go, but she let him go. As long as she said a word, she thought he would never listen. But she said nothing. Sure enough, that person did not come back when he went...

Later she drank tea for two...

Life is the same...

Rong Jing looked at Yun Qiangyue and did not speak. At this moment, Yun Qianyue was extremely quiet, and his whole body was full of cold feelings, which came out of his bones. He seemed to see restraint, rigor, condensation, reason, and cold blood from her. He could feel that she was sad at this time, but he could not see the sadness with his eyes. If it were not for him to stand in front of her and change to anyone, I am afraid that even if she had the same clothes, the same dress, the same face, she would not be regarded as that big character, unkind, simple mind, ignorant The number of rituals is lawless, and it seems that Yun Qianyue, the shepherd of Yun Wangfu, who has no upbringing idiots.

"If I still want more, what should I do?" Rong Jing stared at Yun Qiangyue's face, not missing the look on her face.

Yun Qingyue was stunned, looking up at Rong Jing.

"Huh? What if I want you to be deeper than I like?" Rong Jing asked again.

"There are two kinds, first, broken; second, it depends on your ability." Yun Qingyue said one by one.

Rong Jing suddenly smiled, put down Juanpa and walked over, Ruyu's hand gently rubbed Yun Qiangyue's head and said softly to her: "Then I choose the second, comb my hair!"

Yun Qianyue sat still and said coldly: "You are really greedy!"

Does he want to take her heart out and worship her even her soul? What is not greedy?

"Even if I'm greedy! If you make this expression again, people will think that Miss Qianyue in Yunwang Mansion has been replaced after a while!" Rong Jing put the comb into Yun Qianyue's hand and said again: "Good , Comb my hair, are you in a hurry? The food is cold!"

Yun Qingyue suddenly let out a cold air, looked at the comb in his hand, stiffly said: "I will not comb my hair!"

"I'm going to meet sooner or later, I will learn today!" Rong Jingdao said.

"Who combs your hair every day?" Yun Qingyue held the comb in his hands.

"Everyday is my own. Now that I have a broken hand, I can comb your hair, but I can't lift it up and comb it." Rong Jing said.

Yun Qianyue can only pick up the comb, and good words are at the beginning, saying: "Don't blame me if the comb is not good."

"Well, don't blame you!" Rong nodded.

Yun Qingyue stood up, thinking of Rong Jing's daily man's bun, and combed him according to the gourd painting. Thinking that today he was going out of town to pick up the seven princes, he naturally couldn't comb his hair too badly, so he was very careful. The hair band and the hosta are extremely attentive everywhere, which is really meticulous.

Rong Jing looked at Yun Qiangyue's serious face in front of the mirror, his mouth slightly raised. She was able to say that she had been surprised by her liking, and that it was deeper than she had already satisfied him for the time being. He thought that if it were not for the Seventh Prince to return to Beijing, he would have been happy at this time, but the Seventh Prince Now that I’m back in Beijing, it’s not enough to be deeper than I like with him...

For a long time, Yun Qianyue combed Rongjing’s hair, and looked up and asked him, “Look, look, is this okay? I can only comb it so well! If you are not satisfied, I see Qing Shang coming back and let her give You comb it!"

"It's already good!" Rong Jing stood up with a smile, lowered his head and kissed Yun Qingyue's lips softly, and said softly: "After daily practice, you will comb better."

"You're so beautiful!" Yun Qingyue smashed Rong Jing's mouth, but the first time she could comb the ancients' head so well and someone praised her, she was still very proud.

"Shizi, Miss Qingyue, and the slave maid have taken Miss Qingyue's clothes and daily use. The prayers embroidered by the empress queen and the daughters embroidered by Miss Qingyue are also taken." Qing Chang stood Outside the door, she was seeing Rong Jing kiss Yun Qianyue through the bead curtain. She quickly lowered her head and blushed.

"Take it in!" Rong Jing said with a smile. He took Yun Qianyue to sit at the table and said softly: "Let's eat faster, we will start our journey!"

"Hmm!" Yun Qingyue nodded, feeling that her face had been trained more and more thick by Rong Jing.

Qing Shang brought things in and put them on Rongjing's bed, placing two embroidered bags on top of them. Just about to retreat, just listen to Rong Jing's command, "Go and get a veil."

Yun Qianyue blushed, Qing Shang was stunned for a while, and then saw the kiss mark on Yun Qianyue's neck, suddenly responded quickly, and went on.

"Drink this bowl of chicken soup!" Rong Jing brought a bowl of chicken soup to Yun Qianyue.

"I don't need to make it up now! Kwai Shui is gone!" Yun Qianyue stared at Rong Jing.

"Well, I naturally know that your Kwai water is gone." Rong Jing smiled softly and glanced at Yun Qianyue's body. "Although your Kwai water is gone, your body should also be replenished. Two meats."

Yun Qianyue's face was black, and she remembered that there were kiss marks on her body, and she knew even if her Kwai water was gone, so where did he see her? With a red face, he tweeted angrily, "I don't have a few flesh in my body, how many flesh do you have in your body?"

"So I have to drink a bowl too. Let's drink it together." Rong Jing brought over a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of himself.

Yun Qianyue was speechless.

The smile of Rongjing's lips spread.

The next two did not say much.

After taking the meal, Qingshang also took the Qingshang veil, Rong Jing took the veil and covered Yun Qingyue with his head. The veil was not too small, just covering Yun Qianyue's face below the neck. Through the veil, she only vaguely saw her face, and naturally no kiss marks on her neck. Yun Qingyue could see things clearly from the veil, she took a look in the glasses, and nodded with satisfaction, "OK!"

Rong Jing chuckled, "If it is better to replace this veil with a red hijab!"

Yun Qianyue wasn't polite and said: "Is it better to replace your crescent moon white robe with a red wedding dress?"

"Huh!" Rong Jing nodded with a smile.

Yun Qingyue glared at him and turned to take the prayer symbol embroidered by the Queen and Cailian and walked outside.

Rong Jing kept pace with Yun Qingyue.

The two had just left the door, and Qingquan ran to Rong Jing with the pigeons in his arms, "Shizi, Brother Xiangge's Flying Pigeon Biography!"