Help!Jiaojiao in the arms of the tyrant is a black lotus

Chapter 328

"Do you think this king will be afraid? I'm afraid that he won't blame him."

It can be said that this is arrogant and deserves a beating.

At this moment, Nangong Jiayue had to think of a sentence Jiang Tang said when describing Xiao Yinhan:

"Look, if the prince is not the prince, he would have been beaten to death hundreds of times."

At that moment, Nangong Jiayue thought more about: How did the little beauty in front of her say such terrifying words in such a smiling tone?

But now...

She wholeheartedly agrees.

"Friendly reminder, you'd better restrain yourself. Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day I'll hear you being sacked and beaten to death on the road."

Xiao Yinhan scoffed, as if dismissive.

But only those who are familiar with him can detect from the subtle expression of the man that the prince did not care about "Shizi Yu's early death" as casually as he showed.

The carriage passed two streets, and the torrential rain poured down, as if someone poked a hole in the sky, and the rain poured directly from the hole.

A coachman from another family may need to find a place to hide, but this is the coachman of Rong Wangfu.

Just like what Jiang Tang said, there are no idlers around King Rong.

Under such a strong wind and rain, the coachman was already waving his whip and driving the carriage forward without blinking.

On the street in the rain, some pedestrians saw something speeding past under the rain curtain, and it disappeared before their eyes even before they could see it clearly.

When the carriage returned to the palace, the sky was still thundering and lightning.

Seeing the prince's sudden return, the guard was also surprised, and quickly came to pick him up with an umbrella.

Seeing Nangong Jiayue coming out together from behind, the servant was startled, and then came back to his senses:

"Prince, princess, Master Tang said that you should go to the main courtyard first when you come back. She boiled ginger soup, please finish drinking it before going back."

Nangong Jiayue, who originally planned to go directly back to her yard, turned around when she heard this, and directly took the umbrella held by the servant: "If this is the case, what are you waiting for?"

Then, regardless of Xiao Yinhan's reaction, he walked ahead first.

"My lord, you..."

The servant just wanted to say "Your Majesty, please" when he realized that he was stared at by a pair of cold and hostile eyes. For a moment, his scalp was numb, as if he thought that he had accidentally done some damn important thing, and he couldn't help but feel his eyes. shake.

On a rainy day, the prince with a murderous face and terrifying eyes...

Ah, what kind of death standard is this.

"My lord's servant..."

Just when the servant was about to cry and kneel, the man grabbed the other umbrella: "Get out!"

Obviously it is the word "roll", but it sounds like the sound of nature to the ears of the servants!
"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord!"

Whatever he means, just kneel!

"See Princess,"

Jiang Tang was instructing the maid to wipe the rainwater that drifted into the house, when Wen Sheng turned her head, she saw the familiar bright beauty walking in with windy footsteps.

She greeted her with a gentle smile: "Sister is back. Is today's banquet fun?"

As soon as she came, she saw the beauty walking towards her with a smile, and took the cloak for herself with her own hands, and wiped the rain on her cheeks with a handkerchief. Nangong Jiayue only felt that all the fatigue on her body disappeared at this moment.

She seemed to understand the meaning of Hongxiu Tianxiang immediately.

Once again, she couldn't help persuading Jiang Tang: "Actually, Nan Yuan is very fun, do you want to go back with me?"

Jiang Tang was amused by her, and then took the ginger soup from the handmaiden and handed it over: "The temperature should be just right, sister."

Nangong Jiayue wrinkled her nose and finished her drink.

Although according to her physique and personality, it's just a little bit of rain, so there's no need to be so exaggerated.

But looking at the little girl Wenwen's gentle and caring eyes, she couldn't say what she complained about.

Forget it, drink it, no one will die anyway.

"...The banquet was not bad, but after this time, probably no one will invite me to any poetry party again."

Nangong Jiayue sat next to Jiang Tang, enjoying the beauty's feeding, while telling what happened at the banquet.

In particular, Nangong Jiayue's expression when Xiao Yinhan almost forced Miss Qianjin to commit suicide by jumping into the river...it's hard to describe.

"You didn't see it at the time, those people's faces were so black. It was the first time I knew that someone could still use it like this, I..."

"You what? If you don't like it, you can jump down to accompany them." A sinister male voice suddenly sounded from the door. The two people present were stunned, and subconsciously looked towards the door. Sure enough, they saw a tall and handsome man looking sullenly. Standing there with a face.

"You..." Nangong Jiayue was first startled by his stinky face, and after hearing what he said, she said, "Bah, bah, can you speak?"

"My lord, you are back."

Jiang Tang stood up when he saw the person coming, and followed the same process as before, first handing the man ginger soup to signal her to drink, and then she took out a muslin cloth to wipe the rainwater off his body.

"Did the prince come back without an umbrella? Why are you all wet?"

The girl frowned slightly, and looked at the man with a distressed face. The raised little hand and sleeve slipped off, revealing a jade-like arm, dazzling white.

"I'm fine, just go back and take a shower."

As he said that, whether it was intentional or not, the man tore off her hand and held it in his, and looked coldly at the hooligan-looking woman sitting on the chair: "Go back to your own yard after drinking, don't stay here An eyesore."

"My lord."

Even Jiang Tang was startled by Xiao Yinhan's harsh words, but before she finished speaking, the man had already forcibly pulled her away with a gloomy face.

That distraught look is like a wild dog protecting food.

Princess Nangong's eyes widened behind Tuliu: "This guy, are you alright?"

The maidservants hurriedly lowered their heads, who would dare to answer these words?

"My lord, what's wrong?"

Jiang Tang was dragged for several steps, and finally had to trot to keep up with the man.

Walking all the way, the servants knelt down to salute, but he didn't seem to see it, and his steps were very fast.

He didn't stop until he brought the man back to the room: "Let Liu Degui arrange for him to go to the Duke Yu's mansion to pay homage."

The man's voice was a little deep, and no emotion could be heard.

Jiang Tang was finally able to stop, and raised his head in surprise when he heard the words: "Sacrifice, worship?"

"Yes, worship."

The man suddenly turned his head, his eyes were dark and sharp: "Gong Yu lost his nephew first, and now his son died. Shouldn't this king send someone to pay homage?"

What he said was extremely sarcasm, those who didn't know it thought that Yu Guogong had offended him somewhere.

Jiang Tang really wanted to say: Please take a look in the mirror, you really deserve a beating like this.

But she didn't say that, but stood on tiptoe and put her arms around the man's neck: "Is the prince angry, fighting for Shizi Yu?"

The man who was originally full of mockery and disdain stiffened slightly, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the girl in front of him,

(End of this chapter)