This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 268 More Elegant
He slowly closed his eyes, and with deep love and longing, he leaned over and kissed her lips tenderly.

Touching that soft touch, Chu Jiaoli's heart beat violently, she hurriedly turned her head away, trying to pull her hand away from his confinement, and said, "What are you doing?"

Beigong Tengxiao clasped her wrist subconsciously, she was a little confused when she was blindfolded, her bright red lips had a crystal luster, and the loose black hair exuded a subtle fragrance.

Reflecting the candlelight, his eyes became darker, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't plan to do anything at first, but if you ask me this way, this king wants to do something."

As the words fell, he raised his hand and pulled off his belt, and tied her wrists to the bedpost.

"You..." Chu Jiaoli's face turned red, her lips trembled slightly, and she said, "Beigong Tengxiao, we've settled, um..."

Before he finished speaking, Beigong Tengxiao had already pressed her lips, and he murmured in her ear ambiguously: "I don't mind if you pay it back again."

Chu Jiaoli felt the warm breath coming from her ear, swallowed slowly, and said, "W-why..."

Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand, stroking her lips with his fingertips, and said: "I didn't enjoy myself this morning. This king has been holding back the fire all day. If you want to tease me, you naturally need to put out the fire."

Chu Jiaoli frowned, and said, "Why did I ever tease you?"

Beigong Tengxiao looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "Just now you threw yourself into this king's arms, what is it?"

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "Then you really can't stand being teased!"

There was a smile in Beigong Tengxiao's eyes that he couldn't help, he had never had much control over her, so he followed her and said, "It's good that you know."

Chu Jiaoli felt inexplicable for a while, was his clean, haughty and lonely appearance in the past just a superficial appearance?

She wondered, "Why are you looking for me? Where is Chu Jiaoli?"

"Month affairs." Beigong Tengxiao said perfunctorily.

Chu Jiaoli paused slightly, and said, "You... just looked for her?"

"The concubine's menstrual affairs are recorded by the maid, so you can find out after checking."

Chu Jiaoli hesitated to speak, a slender jade finger stood on her lips, Beigong Tengxiao raised the corners of her lips, and said, "Don't try to lie to me, your menstruation is still half a month away."

At the end of the sentence, Chu Jiaoli bit her lip annoyedly, and immediately covered herself again.

Beigong Tengxiao tonight is very gentle, as if to soothe her thoughts, the autumn evening wind blows on the lake surface, causing layers of ripples.

Chu Jiaoli slowly let go of her clenched fist, sinking deeper and deeper...

A good night's sleep, no dreams.

In the early morning, with the sound of birdsong, Chu Jiaoli gradually regained consciousness.

Beigong Tengxiao left without knowing when, the belt on her wrist had been taken away, she raised her hand to pull off the hairband covering her eyes, and opened her eyes.

Slender hands gently smoothed the creases on the hair band, she folded the hair band, put it on her heart slowly, and closed her eyes.

It seems that something is quietly changing.

In the courtyard, pear blossoms are rustling, and under the tree is a graceful woman in white clothes. The woman's eyes are light, neither arrogant nor impetuous, like a lotus flower that has just emerged from the mud.

Holding the sword in her hand, she pierced through the air. The edge of the sword was followed by a falling pear blossom. With a light touch, the pear blossom danced with the wind again, like a fluttering butterfly, dancing with the sword.

Linglong sat on the stone pier, looked at Chu Jiaoli's figure, and said with some doubts: "Your Majesty, I feel that your swordsmanship seems to be different from before."

Chu Jiaoli slightly raised her eyebrows, retracted the sword, and said, "Regressed?"

Linglong shook her head: "That's not true." She smiled with admiration and admiration, "I just feel... more elegant than before."

"Really?" Chu Jiaoli showed a faint smile, gave her the sword, turned around and went to sit on the swing under the tree, and stood on tiptoe to swing.

Closing his eyes, the image of Chu Jiaoxing sitting on the swing, Chu Jiaotang helping her rock the swing, and the two sisters having a great time, seemed a little envious in their hearts.

In a flash, she also sat on the swing, and Beigong Tengxiao stood behind her, raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, and said, "You have what they have. From now on, I won't allow you to envy others." girl..."

The pear blossoms are falling, the scene is very similar to the swing in the front yard of Biluo Hall in the Prince's Mansion.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in her heart, and she slowly tightened the hand holding the swing rope, and then opened her eyes, but she was full of tears.

This conjecture is getting more and more strange, it is obviously a beautiful thing, why can it make her so sad...

She sighed softly, and raised her hand to grab the copper plate hanging around her neck.

Whenever she was restless, she would subconsciously hold the copper plate in her hand, which was her habit in the past few months.

Feeling her empty neck, Chu Jiaoli paused for a moment, then shook her head helplessly.

In a bad mood, she took a walk to the back garden.

"Princess, please forgive me, my concubine really didn't break your flowers."

Walking to the corner, Chu Jiaoli saw Hua Yuejin's eyes were sharp, and she raised her hand to slap the woman in front of her hard.

"Crack!" A clear and loud voice came, and the young woman with her back to Chu Jiaoli fell to the ground, sobbing.

Concubine?

Chu Jiaoli turned her eyes, turned her head to Linglong who was behind her and whispered, "Who is she?"

Hearing this, Linglong lowered her head with a little guilt, not daring to speak.

Chu Jiaoli frowned and said, "Say."

"Back to your mother... She is Xu Qingqian, the only daughter of the county magistrate. She entered the mansion yesterday, and the prince accepted her as his aunt."

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli slightly raised her eyebrows, it turned out that the reason for meeting the county magistrate yesterday was because of this matter.

She narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, and considered it for a while.

It is said that Xu Fu Xu Zhixian used to be a doctor in the palace, but was demoted to the county magistrate for unknown reasons. She had heard in the imperial capital that Xu Fu had a great strategy and was a rare talent. Back to the imperial capital.

In this way, this Xu Qingqian may be of great use.

However, seeing Hua Yuejin's attitude towards Xu Qingqian, she couldn't help feeling worried.

"Princess, that flower was really dropped by the concubine passing by by accident..." Xu Qingqian defended aggrievedly.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his figure was weak and soft, and his voice was soft and crisp, which was very lovable.

Hua Yuejin wanted to slap her again: "How dare you argue!"

Looking at Chu Jiaoli's complex expression, Linglong comforted her, "Mother, don't be too sad..."

Before finishing speaking, Chu Jiaoli stepped forward quickly, raised her hand to grab Hua Yuejin's wrist, and said in a low voice: "Princess, Aunt Xu is new to the house, enough is enough."

"You!" Hua Yuejin couldn't match Chu Jiaoli's strength, and she couldn't help itching her teeth with anger, but she knew how to be polite like never before, and calling her "Princess", made her feel a lot better.

She stared into Chu Jiaoli's eyes, and said, "Zhonggong Huanli, what do you want?"

(End of this chapter)