This princess is inappropriate

After a sleepless night, Beigong Tengxiao did not feel tired. He put his arm under Chu Jiaoli's head, and gently pinched her face with the other hand, saying, "Little lazy cat, it's time to wake up."

"Hmm..." Chu Jiaoli frowned lightly, and said, "It's all because of His Highness, and my concubine didn't get enough sleep."

Beigong Tengxiao chuckled, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and lazily got up.

Meng Ying's face was haggard and dark yellow, her delicate and lively eyes had now become dull, now they were black and blue, and the tears that had condensed on her face could be faintly seen, she was in a terrible embarrassment.

He raised the corner of his lips and said, "Okay, step back."

It took Meng Ying a long time to recover, and she lowered her extremely sore hand, raising her hand for a long time caused her pain, and some tears overflowed from her eyes.

She gritted her teeth hard, then bowed her head and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

She stood up tremblingly, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. Seeing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised her voice and said, "Come here, prepare a chariot for Meng Cairen."

Meng Ying raised her eyes, her eyes were full of puzzlement, but she saw his smile that didn't reach her eyes, even if it was so, it was like the melting ice and snow, which made her palpitate so much.

The servants carried Meng Ying back to Ningxue Pavilion with a walking chariot. Luo Bai, who was sitting by the window embroidering, just glanced at her lightly and didn't pay attention, but Li Qingyuan, seeing the gorgeous walking chariot, had a gleam in her eyes. With unconcealable envy, the maid helped the exhausted Meng Ying down, bowed and withdrew.

She gritted her teeth, and finally snorted contemptuously. Will the man again be worse than Bei Gonglie?

Meng Ying took the bowl blankly, and the maids in the room put away the rewards, and they withdrew.

The man smiled faintly, raised his hand to gently lift her chin, and said, "Your Majesty, if you can't see me, you can still leave some room for your imagination, can't you?" lip.

Hearing this, Luo Bai politely nodded to the servant girl, Li Qingyuan was stunned, suppressing the unwillingness in her heart, she also showed a smiling face, and said: "Yes."

"Your Majesty, you are just a dream. After your Majesty is pregnant, I will withdraw from your life forever." The man leaned into her ear and comforted her softly.

Donggong Qinghuang turned her face away in disgust, her voice was indifferent: "Don't make unnecessary movements, you are not him after all."

Li Qingyuan smiled and said: "Oh, as expected of Sister Meng, she might be promoted to the title one day and become a side concubine. Don't forget my good sister when the time comes."

It was night, the candlelight was dim, Donggong Qinghuang was wearing a thin nightgown, and her exquisite figure curves were faintly visible. She sat in front of the chair, feeling uneasy, and a faint sadness emerged in her heart.

Li Qingyuan gritted her teeth unwillingly, then rolled her eyes lightly, and said, "How should I say it?"

Meng Ying slowly stirred the medicinal food with a spoon, lowered her head and took a sip, sniffed, and said in a soft and indifferent voice: "Your Highness really died last night."

Just as he was thinking, his eyes suddenly went dark, the candle went out, and immediately, his eyes were covered.

Donggong Qinghuang's heart was startled, and her heart was trembling with fear. Knowing this, she subconsciously asked, "Who?"

Donggong Qinghuang only felt that her breathing was throbbing, but he gently hugged her into her arms, and said softly: "Although I can't replace him, at least I can help you forget Bei Gonglie."

"Heh." The man chuckled and said, "It seems that the empress does have a sweetheart."

Meng Ying sat on a chair, rubbed her painful knees with her hands, lowered her head full of grievances.

Li Qingyuan sat beside her attentively, and said with a smile: "I can't tell, seeing your listless appearance, I really don't know if yesterday was a good day."

"Don't mention him!" Donggong Qinghuang became emotional, and the resentment in her heart had nowhere to hide.

As the words fell, the belt was gently untied, and she suddenly trembled with nervousness, and let out a sobbing cry, her slender fingers tightly grasping his robe.

Meng Ying looked at the precious medicinal food on the tray, as well as the pearl and agate jewelry, and swallowed the complaint that was about to be exported.

Seeing that both of them had answered, the servant girl picked up the medicinal food again, handed it to Meng Ying, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty worked hard at bedtime last night, and His Royal Highness specially ordered his servants to make this nourishing medicinal food. Please take advantage of it." Let's drink hot."

She was silent for a long while before she opened her mouth and said, "Why do you want to cover Ben Gong's eyes?"

Meng Ying glanced at her lightly, then sighed, and said leisurely: "Well, you don't understand anyway, it's just that I haven't slept all night, and I'm exhausted."

In the corner of the eaves in the distance, the long hair of the purple-clothed girl fluttered, and she narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched the candles in Qinghuang Hall go out.

Not long after her tire slipped, tonight she was about to face a man she didn't like, or even didn't know.

The servant girl who spoke said to Li Qingyuan again: "Your Highness also said that Meng Cairen is only staying in Ningxue Pavilion temporarily, please treat her well."

After a long time, the nervous hand slowly dropped to the bed.

Before he could complain, several servant girls came in and said, "The servants are following His Highness's order to bring some rewards and supplements to Meng Cairen to take care of his body."

Wen Ruyu said that the man she found would definitely not be too bad, but... that was not what she wanted after all.

Hearing this, Meng Ying's eyes filled with tears again, and the corners of her mouth trembled in grievance, and she hesitated to speak.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to know who I am. If you know, it will only make you suffer more." A soft and pleasant young voice sounded, and Donggong Qinghuang's vigilance suddenly relaxed.

Li Qingyuan turned her eyes, leaned closer, and said, "Look at your haggard face, is your Highness treating you well?"

Meng Ying snorted haughtily. Although she was greatly wronged last night, Beigong Tengxiao gave her enough face outside. With such "favor", it is much better than those two people. Here, it seems that there is no such aggrieved.

Two days later, Qinghuang Hall.

Wen Ruyu who was behind slightly raised the corners of her lips, and said, "I have to come over and take a look, are you so worried that the person staying inside is me?"

Mo Wei looked indifferent, and asked without answering, "Who did you arrange for her?"

"Of course it was taught by You Sheng." He leaned close to her ear and smiled slightly, "The one who likes you."

Mo Wei raised her eyebrows and looked at him inexplicably: "Is there anyone in Yousheng Sect who likes me?"

With a bottomless smile, Wen Ruyu raised her hand and rubbed her head, saying: "My Weiwei is slow to react, so naturally she won't notice it."

"Who is slow?" Mo Wei frowned, opened his hand, straightened her hair, exhaled lightly, and said, "I don't care who likes me."