Chapter 124 The prince is so fierce

Author: I'm not Zhao Gao

Chapter 124 The prince is so fierce

Inside the house.

Chang An was sitting on the bed practicing. He heard the sound and looked up, and his cold eyes were a little confused.

Ren Pingsheng stepped forward and looked down at Chang'an with a condescending look, with a particularly deep eyes: "Madam, I think I can tell you that you don't have to sneak or beat around the bush."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Chang'an's surface was calm, but his heart was actually beating like a drum. He tried not to pay attention to his gaze and ignore the hidden temperature.

"don't know?"

Ren Pingsheng sneered, suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Chang An's slender little hand, put his palm against the back of her hand, and opened her slender five fingers hard, pressed on his chest: "Does Madam feel familiar?"

In the dream, she was holding his chest like this, but the two of them had different positions.

The solid muscles and a strong sense of presence are close to Chang'an's palm.

She obviously didn't expect that Ren Pingsheng, who has always been gentle and considerate and gentle, had such a side.

His hands trembled slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide, curled up his fingers and wanted to withdraw them.

Ren Pingsheng held her back and said calmly: "Do you remember Madam?"

"open!"

Chang'an's voice was as cold as ever, just like driving him out that day.

"With the strength of my wife, it shouldn't be difficult to break free, right?"

Ren Pingsheng smiled between his eyebrows and eyes, pointing out her thoughts in a blunt way: "Are you looking forward to something in your heart? It's just because of your face, you want to refuse?"

Chang An's pupils shrank slightly, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes became colder.

She didn't understand why Ren Pingsheng suddenly became like this.

The jade beads on the hairpin ring between the hair swayed gently, making people worried whether the precious silk thread could not hold on and broke.

"Why don't the madam speak?"

Ren Pingsheng reached out and raised her chin, leaned over and looked at her cold eyes, as if he wanted to see through her thoughts hidden in her heart.

The hot breath was plunging on the face.

Chang An was slightly stunned, looked up and found that there was a little blood in his eyes and his face showed abnormal rosy.

"Are you infected with a sarcastic poison?"

She finally realized the abnormality, and her uneasy emotions were wiped out, and she replaced it with joy.

one way or another.

Ren Pingsheng is still the original Ren Pingsheng.

The reason for this is that the charming poison amplifies the emotions buried in his heart.

Ren Pingsheng's fingertips stroked her cheeks, his voice was extremely low and hoarse: "Has Madam seen the martial arts that I left behind last time?"

Chang'an's long eyelashes trembled slightly, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Everything is in vain.

Sniffing the familiar fragrance, Ren Pingsheng's eyes darkened, he slowly leaned over, kissed her delicate earlobe gently, and returned to his original gentleness: "I teach my wife how to practice..."

Chang An's body trembled slightly, his skin like porcelain flushed, and a layer of mist was mist in his eyes. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Outside the window.

White jasmine flowers are blooming under the blue sky.

The leaves were blown rustling.

Jiang Chuyue stood by the wall, listening to the movements coming from her ears, her pleated skirt swayed gently in the wind, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

At this moment, complex emotions surged from the bottom of her heart and spread all over her body. She pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice: "When did the prince become so fierce?"

…………

On the other side.

Yi Renren.

backyard.

After Li Yong pulled out the last piece of the servant Qingyi's last nail, the servant Qingyi could no longer bear the severe pain and said in a trembling voice: "The antidote...the antidote is upstairs."

Li Yong sneered: "Do you know the consequences of lying to me?"

The servant in Qingyi's face was bloodless, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his mouth trembled slightly, and he nodded.

Li Yong stopped talking and pulled him out of the backyard, ignored the horrified gazes of the talents, walked straight upstairs, and under the guidance of the Qingyi servant, he found a bottle of antidote, and then asked again: "There is also Hehuan."

Will it be dispersed?"

The servant in green clothes trembled and said, "There's a little more."

“Where?”

The servant in green pointed his hand somewhere.

Li Yong dragged him over and found a small porcelain bottle.

After covering his mouth and nose, he opened the small porcelain bottle and dripped a drop on his face.

After a while.

The servant in green clothes showed blood in his eyes and his face turned red. It looked no different from being raped.

Li Yong took out another antidote and stuffed it into his mouth.

It works very quickly.

In less than a stick of incense, the servant in green returned to normal.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Li Yong was relieved and dragged him away from Yirenju.

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw a fast horse galloping past.

A postman held a good news in his hand and shouted loudly: "Southern Xinjiang Victory! Southern Xinjiang Victory!"

The fast horse rushed straight to the palace, and the pedestrians avoided it.

Li Yong glanced at his postman and silently kept the news in his heart. He dragged the servant in green and headed straight to Ren's mansion.

When he returned to the mansion, he stopped a maid and asked, "Where is the prince?"

The maid said, "It seems like I've gone to my wife's place."

After hesitating for a moment, Li Yong handed her the porcelain bottle in his hand: "This is the antidote, hand it over to the prince."

"knew."

The maid took the porcelain bottle, nodded, and turned around and left.

After a while, I walked into the courtyard and saw the girl Chuyue lying on the wall with her buttocks raised, looking a little strange.

"Sister Chuyue?" the maid called out lightly.

Caught out of control.

Xiao Lucha was startled, his body trembled slightly, stood up straight, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

The maid held the porcelain bottle in both hands and whispered: "This is sent by Commander Li, saying it is an antidote, and let the servant pass it to the prince."

"Anti-drug?"

Jiang Chuyue was slightly stunned, and instantly realized something, murmured to herself: "It turns out that she was infected with the poison, no wonder."

"Give it to me."

Jiang Chuyue walked forward and reached out to take the porcelain bottle.

"ah!"

A shrill wail came from the room.

The little maid was stunned, subconsciously looked forward, with a worried look on her face, and asked softly: "What's wrong with Madam?"

Jiang Chuyue waved her hand: "It's okay, my wife is too focused on her cultivation, and it will be fine after a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, wailing sounds came from the room, which were even more shrill and more high-profile than before.

"Is it really okay?"

The little maid frowned and her pretty little face was full of worry.

She always felt that the wife's voice was so miserable, as if she was about to die.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry."
To be continued...