sick prince phoenix concubine

Chapter 203 If He Doesn't Want Me to Know, Then I Don't Know
Xiaoyao Wang was ill that day, it remembered that Xia Xuan came in and saw it, and went out in shock.

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Mochen already understood.

Qian Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "When?"

Speaking of this, the little guy was obviously a little guilty, his eyes flickered, but he didn't dare to meet the master's gaze.

"Just..." Huo'er stammered, his voice lowered, "Master, that time you were wearing men's clothes."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, as if admitting to blame for doing something wrong.

"Come here." Qian Ling beckoned to it.

Huo'er looked up, then lowered his head, silent for a moment, got up and walked over, head still lowered, hands behind his back, stirring each other.

Qian Ling looked at it: "Look up."

Huo'er's small mouth was tightly closed, the line of her lips was straightened, and she raised her head slightly.

That small appearance directly touched Qian Ling's heart.

She raised her hand and rubbed the little guy's head, and said softly, "What are you afraid of?"

"Huh?" Huo'er looked at his master suspiciously, "Don't you blame me?"

Qian Ling laughed: "When did I say I would blame you?"

This reaction was completely beyond the little guy's expectations, and it grumbled:

"If I didn't make the decision on my own, let the master go to bed, and cast a spell to make you sleep heavily, I wouldn't let outsiders see it."

"If you see it, you will see it." Qian Ling said indifferently.

What's more, she was still dressed in men's clothes at that time, so the Fifth Prince probably didn't recognize her.

If you really want to talk about the impact, the one with the greatest impact should be a certain prince.

After all, it was on his bed in his palace, and a man was lying with him.

No matter what happens, it will make people think differently.

"Won't it be affected?" Huo'er looked puzzled and wanted to confirm again.

Qian Ling: "Yes."

fire:"."

As soon as the flame of happiness rose in my heart, it was poured over with a basin of cold water and extinguished.

It really did something bad with good intentions.

"However—" Qian Ling looked at the little guy's depressed expression and said, "The person affected is not me."

"Huh?" Huo'er's spirits were instantly revived by these words, and there was a hint of anticipation in his big round eyes.

Qian Ling pointed at the man beside him:

"He is the one who has influence. It is estimated that the fifth prince will think that his uncle has a habit of cutting sleeves."

The unfamiliar vocabulary made Huo'er's little face creep up with suspicion: "What is the habit of breaking sleeves?"

Qian Ling: "The love between two men."

Xia Mochen: "."

He looked sideways at the indifferent girl beside him, squinted his eyes slightly, and said suddenly: "Does Ling'er really not know whether this king likes men or women?"

"I know." Qian Ling turned to meet his gaze, "But your imperial nephew doesn't know."

Xia Mochen: "He will understand one day."

"Go to sleep." Qian Ling didn't want to continue this question.

She lay there, pulled the covers over, and closed her eyes.

After such an interruption, Huo'er completely forgot the unfinished topic just now, and returned to the master's spiritual sea.

Xia Mochen smiled, and lay down outside.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Xia Mochen turned to look at the girl beside him, and found that she was breathing steadily and seemed to be asleep.

He raised his hand to twist the quilt for her, then closed his eyes and lay down on his back.

As the night darkened, a white figure slowly approached the bedside.

The two people on the bed seemed completely oblivious.

The white shadow got closer and closer, and stretched out her white and slender hands. Before he could move, he was held by a pair of big cold hands.

She immediately turned her head to look over, and met a pair of dark and deep mysterious eyes.

Xia Mochen sat up calmly, leaned against the head of the bed, and asked expressionlessly: "Miss is visiting late at night, what's the matter?"

The woman didn't seem to think that her spells would have no effect on this man. She frowned tightly and wanted to turn around and leave.

Xia Mochen said flatly, "Since you're here, don't leave in such a hurry."

His voice was cold and his expression was dull, as if he had expected it.

The woman turned around and saw a man in white standing not far away, holding a folding fan and fanning the wind leisurely.

"Miss, we seem to meet again." Lin Shun said with a smile.

"Humph!"

The woman let out a cold snort, and disappeared into the room in an instant. Lin Shun closed the fan and followed.

Xia Mochen then looked at the girl who was sleeping peacefully beside him, raised his hand to stroke her head, and lay down.

And he thought that the sleeping girl was communicating with a certain little guy at the moment.

"Master, the prince asked you to stay because he knew someone would come at night." After Huo'er sighed for a while, his tone became somewhat melancholy, "I seem to have wronged him."

As it said that, it suddenly changed the subject: "Master, why don't you seem surprised at all?"

Qian Ling: "What's so unexpected?"

"Huh?" Isn't that surprising?

Huo'er asked speculatively, "Master, did you already know about his plan?"

Qian Ling: "Yes."

"Then why do you pretend you don't know?" Huo'er was puzzled, "You still pretended to sleep and cooperate with him?"

Qian Ling: "If he doesn't want me to know, then I don't know."

fire:"."

It seems to understand, but also seems not to understand.
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The next day, Qian Ling woke up in a warm embrace.

He was still a little confused when he opened his eyes, but after a while, he regained consciousness and tilted his head slightly upwards.

A magnified monstrous face came into view, and belatedly felt that the two were extremely close.

Her hand rests on the man's chest, sleeping on his arm.

He blinked, expressing some confusion.

When they slept, they were clearly within the range of their own pillows, so why did they wake up in such a position?
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes the next moment.

He didn't seem to be surprised by the current posture of the two of them. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does this king look good?"

Just woke up, the voice is still a little hoarse, magnetic and nice.

Qian Ling stood up, and asked calmly, "Is this the only thing the prince can say?"

Xia Mochen moved his hands a few times: "Didn't you see Linger staring at the king's face in a daze every time?"

He got up and got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and said, "It's pretty good to be able to catch Ling'er's eyes."

Qian Ling stood up and went over, beckoning to him: "Come here."

Xia Mochen paused while putting on his clothes, then moved a step closer to the bed.

She stood on the bed and looked at the man standing under the bed, with her head slightly lowered.

He raised his hand to pinch the man's chin, and looked at him carefully.

The clothes are not neatly dressed, the black hair is scattered, and the delicate face looks extremely lazy, but at the same time, it is as seductive as a fairy.

Her phoenix eyes crashed into those with a smile, and her heart skipped a beat.

The other hand slowly caressed the man's face.

The cold touch made her frown slightly.

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