Shen Zaiye froze, did not answer, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing evenly, and pretended to be asleep.

And An Yao looked at him in confusion and rubbed her mouth gently.

It felt as if her mouth had really been kissed by someone. The dream was so real that she couldn't ignore it.

But seeing Shen Zaiye motionless, she thought her idea was ridiculous and shook her head.

How could Shen Zaiye kiss her?

I'm afraid she may have had a mental illness.

After An Yao fell asleep, Shen Zaiye opened his eyes with fear and let out a long sigh of relief.

He had never felt so tired in a battle.

Then, a leg came up and pressed on him again.

He had long been used to this guy not being honest when sleeping.

But feeling this leg today, he suddenly felt a little warm. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to her.

When he woke up the next day, he actually woke up half an hour later than before.

But there was no need for training in the military camp today. During breakfast time, Shen Zaiye glanced at An Yao opposite.

She bit off the bun in one bite, pouted, and looked at him boredly.

The two people looked at each other.

Shen Zaiye quickly looked away.

The atmosphere was strange, and An Yao frowned in confusion: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Who's looking at you?" He frowned, slightly displeased: "Eat your food."

Anyao muttered something old-fashioned and turned her head away from looking at him.

She felt as if it was real yesterday, that Shen Zaiye was really kissing her, but when she opened her eyes, it wasn't true. Even if this guy had no feelings for her, he would definitely not be able to kiss her.

After thinking for a moment, she drank a bowl of porridge: "Shen Zaiye, let me discuss with you, can you help me look at other rooms? I think that if we are not married, we should not live together. "

Shen Zaiye made a move.

His eyes glanced at An Yao strangely, as if he was a little guilty: "Why?"

An Yao didn't look at him, wiped her mouth, stood up and prepared to go out for a walk: "We are roommates, it's not convenient to sleep together. I don't plan to run around now. You can feel more at ease. You don't need to sleep with me. Together, lest you still have bad feelings."

"..."

When did he respond?

Shen Zaiye was a little unhappy, but he had a gloomy look on his face and said nothing while holding the bowl.

Naturally, An Yao didn't notice his little mood and happily went out for a walk.

Shen Zaiye was the only one left in the room, his face gloomy, as if a storm was coming.

The two servants looking at each other looked at each other, and Chu Ling asked tentatively:

"My lord, do you not want to share a room with the princess?"

Shen Zaizhi was startled, as if someone had suddenly stabbed his weak point. He put down the bowl angrily: "If you two are talking nonsense, go out and run around the palace ten times. Do you hear me?"

Chu Ling choked up. She had good intentions, but she was scolded and went out aggrievedly.

An Yao walked outside and found Chu Ling following him. She was very confused: "What? What are Shen Zaiye's orders?"

Chu Ling lowered her head and glanced at her. What she kept in her heart was that the prince didn't want to share a room with you, so she simply shook her head and asked tentatively: "Does the princess have to separate from the prince?"

"certainly."

An Yao said matter-of-factly: "No one wants to lie in the same bed with the same person every day. It's not like they don't have money to buy a bed."

"Then, don't you two have feelings?" Chu Ling was a little anxious: "After all, we have been together for so long."

"..."

After being together for a long time, should we have feelings?

She frowned in disgust and didn't want to think too much: "He beat me, beat me half to death, and even wanted to make me lame. Regardless of whether it was Gu Ling who asked him to do it or not, he just did these things easily. Don’t try to make me stop holding grudges.”

"As for developing other relationships..." An Yao thought for a while: "It should be impossible."

When Chu Ling heard this, he felt a little regretful, but he could understand it.

Who made the prince listen to another woman in the first place and then let the princess down?

Shen Zaiye stayed alone in the room, looking at the flat bed stacked by two people, his face turning blue.

He doesn't want this guy to go.

He didn't know what his purpose was, but he didn't want this guy to stay in another room.

Originally, the time we could see each other was very short in a day, so we wouldn't be able to see each other more than a few times a day.

You have to think of a way.

Suddenly, a domestic slave walked in hurriedly from outside, still out of breath and speaking awkwardly:

"Your Majesty, it's not good, the princess, the princess -"

When Shen Zaiye heard this, he rushed outside without saying a word, and came to the door under the guidance of his house slave.

A group of minions gathered at the door.

He suddenly felt tense and strode forward. When the servants turned around and saw the prince, they immediately avoided the two paths in fear. In the middle, An Yao was lowering her head and stabbing something with a wooden stick.

There is also a pool of blood.

He almost subconsciously pulled An Yao behind him, but An Yao was caught off guard, staggered a few steps and almost fell.

When he raised his head, he saw Shen Zaiye's gloomy face.

He glanced nervously around her face several times and finally landed on the blood stains on the ground: "What is this?"

"I do not know either."

An Yao stood firm, stood behind him and looked around, feeling a little nervous:

"It looks like it's minced meat inside, but I'm not sure if it's human or animal meat, but it's not a good thing."

She couldn't help but tighten the stick in her hand:

"I wanted to take a walk just now, but suddenly something was thrown from the wall and almost hit me. Then there was blood oozing out from it. It looked really scary."

Hearing this, Shen Zaiye took a cautious look at the shabby package.

Made of patched rags, it still has tiny stains on it.

Some places are already a little white, obviously they belong to poor people.

But which poor man could wrap the meat in such a rough manner and throw it into the yard?

He stepped forward and opened the package with his long sword. The sword flashed, and the rags inside instantly burst open. A pile of disgusting minced chicken spread out from both sides, and there was a stench.

An Yao immediately covered her mouth and nose in disgust: "Who did this? Isn't this a waste of food?"

The chicken was chopped with its hair still attached, and the technique was rough, as if it was chopped randomly a few times before being put on the chicken.

Someone did it deliberately.

But what is the use of using such a thing? Can it still threaten people?

An Yao was disgusted and looked at Shen Zaiye: "This man is interesting. If he has any objections to you, he would just throw a blood letter in instead of this chicken. Who knows what he thinks?"

When Shen Zaiye heard this, he glanced at her faintly: "Are you sure this is coming for me and not you? I don't have too many grudges."

This makes sense.

Anyao was deceived.
Chapter completed!