The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"She is still asleep, there is no need to call her to wake her." Rong Jing brushed the folds of her clothes and moved up to the Xixiang courtyard.

"Yes!" Cailian nodded. Thinking that this wine is really strong, in the future, don't let the lady drink any more wine.

"Jing Shizi is so nice to the young lady! It's hard for Jing Shizi!" Hearing that Xue Rongjing's figure didn't appear for a moment, he left the Dongxiang courtyard and entered the Xixiang courtyard. She said softly.

"Yes! Jing Shizi looks kind to the young lady!" Ting Yu also whispered.

"Yes! Ms. Wang didn't like Jing Shizi yet. After this night, Jing Shizi looked after him. I hope that Miss will change her view of Jing Shizi." Cailian also echoed the two and nodded.

"It would be nice if the young lady could marry Jing Shizi." Ting Xue said again.

"Yeah, yeah, I hope the young lady can marry Jing Shizi!" He also said with joy.

"Hush, don't allow nonsense. The young lady has a special status. The daughter-in-law of Yun Wangfu has always been in the palace, and Jing Shizi is the son of Rong Wangfu. But you will not be allowed to say such things again in the future. If you are heard by someone who is interested, you will run into a disaster." Cailian was shocked and immediately lowered her voice to warn the two.

"Sister Cailian said yes!" Xiaoyu and Xuexue's faces turned white immediately, and she quickly shut up and stopped talking.

Cailian sighed and stopped talking, thinking that Jing Shizi is now an adult, and the young lady is almost ready. The royal concubine of the crown prince is now there, and the emperor is now said to be physically inferior. She hopes that the young lady can marry the person she likes, but she feels that she is in the position of Yun Wangfu's daughter-in-law. How can she easily marry the person she likes? Unless she still likes Her Royal Highness. But obviously impossible. However, she can't manage a small girl's affairs, and hopes that she can follow the young lady's wishes in the future. Of course, she thought that it would be best for the young lady to marry Jing Shizi.

The three of them were about to walk away, only to hear a loud "A-sneeze" coming from the house.

The three were stunned and gave each other a glance. Cailian immediately turned back to the door and asked out loud, "Miss, are you awake?"

"Hmm!" There was a mumbling noise from Yun Qianyue's nose that was not breathing.

Cailian immediately opened the door, and Yun Qingyue was sitting on the bed wrapped in curtains, rubbing her forehead with one hand and covering her nose with one hand. She seemed very uncomfortable. She was surprised, "Miss, how do you wrap the curtains? Quilt What about?"

"Yeah, I asked about the quilt?" Yun Qingyue gasped. She remembered the experience of touching the quilt everywhere in the middle of the night.

"Quilt..." Cailian searched in the room, and finally settled on the soft couch. He pointed out: "Miss, the quilt is there, what do you do if you don't cover the quilt and cover the curtain? When the slave-servant went out, remember that you covered the quilt It’s just that you always pull away, and later the alcohol is too heavy, and the slave-maid can’t stand it anymore, so she goes out.

When Cailian talked about Rong Jing, she suddenly remembered that there was a quilt in the room. She forgot to send the quilt into the room. Jing Shizi slept on the soft couch yesterday. It seems that he covered the quilt of the young lady. Then the young lady covered the curtain. Now... with such a thought, she glared wide.

"Why did the quilt run there?" Yun Qiangyue also saw the quilt on the soft couch.

Cailian shook her head, "You slaves don't know..."

"So what do you know?" Yun Qianyue was angry, dizzy, his nose was not ventilated, and his body was sore, which was probably a cold. Because Cailian mentioned that she remembered that Rongjing was in her room yesterday, and asked, "Why was Rongjing in my room yesterday? What did he do in my room?"

"Miss, don't you know? You have been drunk since you came back from Nanshan yesterday. Jing Shizi has been taking care of you in the room. Last night, Jing Shizi was also in the room to take care of you..." Cailian Road .

"He took care of me? Another night?" Yun Qianyue looked at the quilt on the soft couch, and was obviously covered by someone and did not even destroy the evidence. No wonder she couldn't touch the quilt in the middle of the night! The feeling was that he covered it, and she gritted her teeth, "So he covered my quilt? Let me not cover it in the middle of the night? I was awakened twice by the cold, and I had a cold. This is what you said he takes care of me?"

Cailian immediately muttered, and felt that Jing Shizi was not that kind of person, and whispered: "Miss, don't you think it's hot, don't you want the quilt, and pull the curtain cover, so Jing Shizi covers the quilt..."

"Crap! I'm hot ass, I'm frozen to death!" Yun Qianyue's mouth burst out.

"Miss, please be quiet, how can you speak so rudely! And no one knows that Jing Shizi spent the night in the lady's boudoir yesterday, if it is not well heard..." Cailian quickly stepped forward and whispered.

"Why don't you take care of me in the room?" Yun Qingyue glared at Cailian. Actually, a big bad wolf slept in her room all night and she didn't notice it. Sure enough, she was sensitive after she came here.

"Miss, you are too alcoholic, and the slave-servants are uncomfortable. Some of you can't stand it for a while. If you stay any longer, you may be drunk like a young lady, and Jing Shizi is willing to take care of her. So..." Cailian's voice fell.

"So you let that black-hearted guy in my room?" Yun Qianyue took the call.

"Miss, Jing Shizi gave you a hangover medicine, otherwise you might not wake up for three days. Jing Shizi is really good to the young lady. Jing Shizi has been seriously ill for ten years, his body has always been bad, you don’t cover the quilt He naturally covered the quilt..." Cailian whispered to Rong Jing for reasons.

"Anyway, he's right! Ah sneeze!" Yun Qianyue sneezes again, feeling annoyed, seeing a layer of ashes burned on the table, and asked angrily, "Look at the table ?What did you burn?"

Cailian followed Yun Qiangyue's gaze to see the burnt layer of ashes on the table. She walked over in doubt and reached out to touch Yun Qingyue: "Miss, it looks like burnt paper dust!"

"How can there be paper dust? Who burned it?" Yun Qianyue asked.

Cailian shook her head again, "The slave-servant didn't know that the slave-servant had gone out since yesterday afternoon when Jing Shizi came. Later, at night, the lady didn't wake up, and Jing Shizi also said she wouldn't eat dinner, so the slave-servant didn't come in. But the slave-servant left. At that time, there was no such paper dust, I thought it was something that Jing Shizi burned."

"Check me to see if he burned my things!" Yun Qingyue trance remembered that she was awoken by smoke, and that **** did not give her water.

Cailian nodded and looked at the room. Seeing the other places were intact, only the paper dust was burnt. She checked it before the desk case, and suddenly shocked: "Miss, you forgot the two paintings you said yesterday. Put it away, the slave-maid came back and remembered to help the lady to put it away, but did not put it in the cupboard, and put it on this table case. Now it is gone, will it be..."

"What? He actually burned those two paintings?" Yun Qingyue got out of the bed and walked to the table a few steps. She reached out a handful of paper dust on the table and a good flint. She suddenly became big. Angry, "Damn! He burned those two pictures!"

Those two pictures that she rose up to lightly dye Ye Ye last night.

"Miss... The painting was dyed by the little prince? Are you really painting?" Cailian looked at Yun Qianyue.

She was shocked when she came back to see the two paintings yesterday. Such good painting, painting skills, pen and ink are vivid, especially the portrayal of the dyed little prince in the wood, which is more handsome than usual. It's like a person coming out of the painting at any time. She didn't even think about dyeing the little prince, but she couldn't help blushing when she saw the two paintings. She thought at the time that the painting was painted by a young lady? impossible! She has never seen a girl write with a pen, besides being forced to learn words by her son, not to mention anything.

Yun Qianyue took the firestone and rushed towards the door. The angry voice came from the teeth, "No!"

Cailian's somewhat joyous complexion turned out to be dark, not originally painted by the young lady! She just wanted to! How can such a good painting come from the hands of the lady! Miss doesn't know a few big characters, how can she paint well? But since it is not a young lady, then it is said that it was sent to the young lady yesterday by dyeing the little prince himself? Such a thought suddenly felt possible. The little prince is very good to the young lady. Nowadays, she is caught in the military aircraft camp and cannot see the young lady. It is difficult to guarantee that she will not be sent a painting to let her remember his thoughts.

Cailian was thinking, seeing Yun Qingyue rushed out of the room and immediately chased out, "Miss, where are you going?"

"Go to the **** and settle the account, you don't have to follow it!" Yun Qianyue looked like a fire, and his anger was like the flame mountain erupting. Soon out of the Dongxiang courtyard and walked to the Xixiang courtyard. The wind that passed by was overcast. It’s okay to think about that black-hearted person snatching her quilt cover, and actually burned her paintings without her consent. This time, the former hatreds and old hatreds all add up, she must find him well, and she must not be taken lightly!

In the main house of the Xixiang courtyard, Rong Jing has changed and cleaned his clothes after sitting in the room. He is sitting at the table for breakfast.

"Rong Jing!" Yun Qingyue rushed into the yard angrily, and the sound was heard before anyone arrived.

Rong Jing was drinking lotus leaf porridge without looking up.

The door was slammed open from the outside, and Yun Qianyue rushed in. He came to the table in a few steps, reached out and slammed the table, and said angrily, "Say, did you burn me?" Two paintings?"

With a clear sound, the table remained unmoved, but Yun Qianyue's hand was sore.

"Yes!" Rong nodded.

"Why did you burn my painting?" Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing with cannibalistic eyes. He dare to admit it?

"Are you sure that's your painting?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Nonsense! Naturally my painting." Yun Qianyue said.

"Is your painting? And the painting is light at night?" Rong Jing raised his eyebrows even more.

"Naturally... do you care what I do? The person on the painting is light at night!" Yun Qianyue almost blurted out, but thought of his reputation for knowing nothing about the big characters that he spread, he suddenly changed his mouth. .