For fear that he would see the clues, Youmeng quickly recovered from nature, lowered her eyes and showed shame and timidity: "No, I was just about to go to Gaotangtai to see you later, and you appeared..."

"Really?" Su Zhi raised his hand intentionally, put her chest together, and pressed her closer into his arms.

Youmeng was almost breathless, her face burning: "Yeah..."

"Where is the princess going today?" He asked her softly while kissing her side of her neck in obsession, "I'm back so late?"

She was so sensitive that she had been trying to dodge her, but she couldn't break free: "I went to a tea party, there were many guests, and everyone chatted together, and it was dark before I knew it."

His warm lips swam up his neck and tasted them freely on his earlobes, his tone was so careless: "Is that right? Who are you going to the banquet?"

Youmeng raised her hand back, stroked his side face, and patted it comfortably: "Some noble children in Luoyang have men and women, and Lan Ying is still with me."

Su Zhi stopped the intimacy between his lips and his eyes became cold and dark.

In the morning, at the door of Yunshui Yaju, the eyeliner saw her carriage parked there with her own eyes, and specially picked up the prince Mu Lifeng. Later, the eyeliner went to Lefang and reported the news to him in time.

"The only one who accompanies you is Lan Ying?"

Youmeng heard the unusual smell and looked at him tentatively: "What do you mean by what you said?"

He held her shoulders and turned her over to look at him. Leng Yu said deeply: "Princess, I hope that no matter what happens, you don't lie to me."

Because even if you cheat, I have a way to find out the truth, and then you will make my heart suffocate.

Youmeng lowered her eyes in compromise: "Okay, there is also Prince Mu."

"How happy you get along with the future prince consort?" His tone was so cold that it was not warm.

Youmeng looked at him with a coquettish look: "You are jealous again."

The prince-consort has just entered the mansion, and it is already so sour. When the prince-consort really comes, how can it be? Wouldn't it be soaked in a vinegar jar all day?

His hand slowly reached up, holding her cheeks, and the deep sea of ​​melancholy looked like a melancholy sea: "There are always so many men around you, and each one is eyeing you. I am afraid that if I am not careful, you will be taken away by them."

Why did his serious words make her feel like she wanted to laugh? Judging from the scene he described, she was like a little rabbit, staring at by a group of wolves.

The more she thought about it, the more interesting she became, and couldn't help but laugh: "Where can I be taken?"

He didn't find it funny at all, and he still had the same painless attitude: "Who knows? Then you went happily with others, and you will naturally have a new place forever."

She covered her hand with the back of his hand, held his hand and leaned against her face, and said affectionately: "As long as Su Lang doesn't abandon me, I will always be here and guard you."

His handsome pupils were calm and unmarked: "If I abandon it, what do you think?"

She couldn't help but be stunned, and after a moment she lowered her eyes: "Then beside me is where Su Lang can never go back to."

He suddenly clenched her wrist, which made her very puzzled. He looked down at her calmly, as if he wanted to see through her heart.

"What a cruel woman, I won't agree." As he said that, his arm sank and he picked her up, "I won't let you go from today."

Youmeng was mentally prepared and was frightened: "Su Lang, don't make trouble, let me down..."

"Don't let it go." He held her with both hands and took steady steps under his feet.

Youmeng struggled in a panic: "What do you want to do?"

"Bridal chamber."

"ah?!"

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