The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 6 Princess Please Go

Xiao Yu himself used to be more casual with his hair, just wipe it with a towel twice, and he really has never served anyone.

So it's understandable not to be able to grasp the strength well, even though the Eighth Prince suffered a lot, he didn't make a sound in the pain, he just endured it for a quarter of an hour.

When Xiao Yu's hand was removed from his head, he let out a breath without a trace, and his expression became more vivid.

However, the breath was not over, the Eighth Prince clearly saw through the full-length mirror that Xiao Yu stretched out his sinful hands towards a shallow round medicine bottle on the table.

Xiao Yu smiled slightly, opened the lid, and shook it at him: "Come on, let's apply the medicine."

The words were obviously gentle and gentle, but at the moment they fell into the ears of the eighth prince, but they seemed to be saying: Come, let's go to the punishment~
Eighth Prince: "..."

He flinched, and stretched out his hand to try to take the medicine bottle, "I... I can do it myself."

Xiao Yu rejected him, "You can't see the top and back of your head, so I'll do it."

Seeing that she scooped up the light blue ointment with her fingers without any explanation, the Eighth Prince's eyes were slightly desperate.

Are you afraid that you want to hurt me to death, and then usurp the throne logically?
As soon as this idea came to mind, the Eighth Prince looked at Xiao Yu with a subtle look.

Xiao Yu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why are you looking at me like this? As if I'm going to eat you, bow your head."

The Eighth Prince subconsciously followed suit, and the cool and refreshing sensation came from the scalp, and then he was gently rubbed away by his soft fingertips. It was different from the rough way of rubbing his hair. This time, Xiao Yu was extra careful with his hands.

Every wound was taken care of. The ointment was cold at the beginning, but it became slightly warm after rubbing, which effectively relieved the tingling pain of the scalp.

The tense body slowly relaxed under the gentle attack, Xiao Yu had just finished painting, "Okay, you—"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

"My lord, the princess invites you to go over."

Lu Zhao's voice sounded outside the door, and Xiao Yu's expression suddenly became much lighter.

The Eighth Prince turned his head to look at her, his faint smile disappeared, and something he couldn't understand flickered in those eyes, and his intuition told him that Xiao Yu was a bit dangerous now.

Before he could react properly, Xiao Yu had returned to normal. She slowly capped the medicine bottle, walked to the sink and washed her hands, dried her fingers one by one, took off the cloak on the screen, put on Tie the belt, and lightly said to the Eighth Prince:
"You wait for me here. Don't agree to other people telling you to go out. In this mansion, you only need to listen to me. Don't believe what other people say."

Xiao Yu fastened his belt, and still turned to look at him with a smile on his face, but the Eighth Prince felt his back go cold.

"Ah."

He responded softly, and watched Xiao Yu stride out the door.

It was snowing again outside at some point, and the moment the heavy curtain was lifted, a few scattered snowflakes floated in, and fell on the ground and turned into water stains.

The ensuing cold wind blew away the warm aroma in the room, and the cold smell of snow hit his face, and he suddenly woke up.

The Eighth Prince's face turned pale, and the little affection he had for Xiao Yu before slowly sank in his heart, and what came up was boundless suspicion and suspicion.

How can anyone be nice to others for no reason?Not to mention this son who seems to be able to shock everyone at a young age.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the top of his medicated head, his long eyelashes drooping, and secretly told himself that it was better not to rely on him so much.

……

After Xiao Yu went out, Lu Zhao immediately followed with an umbrella, and Hong Xiu was on the other side, both of them were a little worried.

"My son, why does the princess suddenly want to see you at this time? It's not dinner time, I'm calling you over now, I'm afraid it's..."

Xiao Yu raised his hand, Hong Xiu silently closed his mouth.

"She is the princess and my mother. If she has a summons, I have to go and have a look. It is useless to say more."

"Yes."

Hong Xiu pursed her lips, glanced at Lu Zhao, who shrugged her shoulders, and said in a low voice: "You should believe in the ability of the prince, the prince left suddenly, and the things going up and down in the mansion are all arranged by the prince?"

Hong Xiu thought about it, so she relaxed and sighed softly. The hot air she exhaled turned into white mist and dissipated in the vast snow.

Princess Zhen lived in the Michun Garden at the back, and it took about a quarter of an hour to walk across from the front.

In this quarter of an hour, the snow was getting heavier, and the north wind was blowing the snow from the side, and the umbrella couldn't block anything at all, and the three masters and servants were still covered in white.

After finally arriving at Michun Garden, the woman at the door opened the curtain, and the maids surrounded her to untie her cloak and hand her the stove, while the red sleeves and green moves were waiting outside.

Xiao Yu walked in, and the confidant of the princess came up to her with a picturesque smile, and bowed to Xiao Yu: "The prince is here, the princess and the young master are here, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiao Yu glanced at her with a calm expression: "The snowy road is slippery and difficult to walk, it took some effort."

Ruhua's smile froze for a moment, and then she turned around and helped her lift the curtain of the inner room: "Your servant has made a mistake, my son, please—"

Xiao Yu walked in with a calm expression, and when he turned a corner, he saw the princess leaning on the beauty couch, teaching her powder-carved jade brother to write, his face was full of tenderness and anticipation, that kind of patience, and her impression The princess here is completely different.

She took a step forward and cupped her hands at the princess, "My son has seen his mother."

The little boy in Princess Zhenru's arms turned his head, his excited eyes lit up, and he waved at her: "Brother!"

In this cold day, the room was as warm as a stove. The little chubby man was only wearing a thin layer of shorts, revealing a lotus root-like arm.

Xiao Yu took a second look and felt a little hungry for no reason, just because he didn't know what to eat for dinner, so why not just eat lotus root.

The little chubby Xiao Qin didn't know what his sister was thinking, he waved his hand for a while, and when he was tired, he lay in the arms of the princess and looked at Xiao Yu, his big round eyes blinked suspiciously: "Brother, why don't you Come and sit?"

Xiao Yu smiled and said nothing, doesn't she want to sit?Isn't it because the princess didn't speak!
Probably because she didn't want to leave a bad impression in front of her youngest son, the princess turned around and raised her chin towards the armchair with a calm expression: "Sit down."

"Thank you mother."

Xiao Yu sat on half of his buttocks and straightened his back, and the princess nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, I am becoming more and more like a prince."

Xiao Yu hooked his lips, but didn't answer.

Turning to another topic, "Why did the mother call her son? I heard from the people below that the mother is not feeling well today and came back early. Do you want to see a doctor?"

"Old problem, I don't need a labor doctor. I called you here because I heard that you took the eighth prince back to your own yard, but left the guarding to Xiao Quan. Yu'er, how dare you let Xiao Quan take care of you when it is so important? Go to the front to show your face? The serious prince hides in the back and lets a bastard receive guests in front, where will the face of the prince's mansion be put?"

The concubine's face became serious, and there was a faint flash of fire in her eyes.

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