After Gao married the prince, the sick and weak concubine lost her horse

Chapter 47 047 Gifts ([-])

The people outside the door left.

Shen Qinglan waited restlessly.

During the period, she was still worried about what was going on with Shen Qingci, so she came over to check several times.

It was found that Shen Qingci remained motionless, and even his breathing was a little weaker than usual.

Shen Qinglan couldn't help frowning and said: "With this physique, I'm afraid I can't bear it."

After finishing speaking, she snorted again: "You can't blame me."

"Who made you so poor that you couldn't sit in the position of the quasi-third prince and concubine."

Just as the words fell, someone knocked on the door again.

This time, Shen Qinglan immediately stood up straight, quickly straightened her clothes, and opened the door very respectfully.

The person who came was dressed in scarlet clothes like fire. He was obviously a man, but he had a more beautiful appearance than an ordinary woman.

Especially those red phoenix eyes, slightly raised, full of playfulness and evil.

It was the second prince Sheng Tingjing.

"Second Highness, you are already here."

Shen Qinglan saluted respectfully.

Sheng Tingjing didn't even look at her, his eyes fell directly on the woman who was slumped on the teacher's chair.

She was motionless, apparently unconscious.

Sheng Tingjing was a little dissatisfied.

He just frowned, and heard Shen Qinglan explain: "His Royal Highness, my sister is weak, and the effect of the medicine is too overbearing..."

Therefore, I can't see her sloppy appearance.

Sheng Tingjing snorted coldly: "It's boring."

His eyes were cold: "This time it's your credit, let's step back first."

The woman on the Taishi chair was wearing a light blue double-breasted skirt, with layers of gauze skirts spreading out like petals, and a veiled hat on her head, so her face could not be seen clearly.

But the figure is slender, soft and boneless, just this body, not inferior to the graceful woman in the Begonia CS picture.

It makes people crisp up half of their body.

Unfortunately……

Sheng Tingjing came to him, but he was not in a hurry to lift the hood to look at the face.

There are very few rumors about the eldest daughter of the Shen family in Beijing.

And it's because she is delicate and frail, and her life is not long.

This also shows from the side that this woman's appearance is not so amazing.

Sheng Tingjing didn't have any expectations for her appearance.

He bent down and raised his hand to hook the skirt in front of her.

It's a pity, probably because she has been ill all year round, the breasts in front of her body are not as well-developed as the ordinary girl.

Comparing with this superb posture, it is like a peerless ink painting, which makes people add a stroke.

Defeat.

It is also more and more regrettable.

Sheng Tingjing's fingers were nimble, and with a flick of his fingertips, a corner of Shen Qingci's skirt was lifted.

"My third younger brother doesn't know how to pity people, and he also..."

Sheng Tingjing snorted coldly, with a smile in his eyes: "Why don't you let me fuck your ass and send it to him..."

Speaking of this, Sheng Tingjing's eyes flashed with madness.

"Thinking about his expression, it will make people relieve their hatred!"

While speaking, Sheng Tingjing's hands were not idle.

He reached out and hooked Shen Qingci's inner garment, seeing that he was about to grab the ball of flesh in the next moment, but he didn't expect that there was a muffled thud behind him.

It turned out that Shen Qinglan fell to the ground.

Sheng Tingjing showed dissatisfaction, and his tone was a little cold.

"Why haven't you left yet!"

However, before the words fell, the person on the grand master's chair suddenly became violent.

Sheng Tingjing only felt a light veil blowing over his face, and at that moment, he saw the face of a woman with a thin and angry face passing by between the curtains lifted by the wind.

Hibiscus face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes like glass, embedded in the jade-like face plate.

As graceful as a swimming dragon, like a frightened bird.

Rong Yao Qiu Ju, Hua Mao Chun Song.

The praise that was originally ethereal and illusory suddenly fell into reality at this moment.

Even Sheng Tingjing, who had seen countless people, lost his mind slightly at this moment.

"Snapped!"

But only for a moment.

The next moment, the sharp pain on his cheek made him fully awake.

He still maintained the posture of bending over, intending to belittle Shen Qingci, but the woman who was doomed under his hands had already stepped back a step away, widening the distance between him and him.

Sheng Tingjing regained his usual expression in an instant. He raised his hand and rubbed the cheek that had just been slapped. There was no anger on his face, but a bit of playfulness: "Interesting."

Hearing this, Shen Qingci flicked his numb wrist, and said with a smirk: "Oh, is that so, how about two more slaps?"

After finishing speaking, she suddenly strode forward, unexpectedly, she was about to slap Sheng Tingjing again.

However, even if she strikes first, Sheng Tingjing is already on guard this time, unlike before.

Before she could raise her raised right hand, he seized her and pushed her body onto the grand master's chair behind her.

There was a lot of interest in Sheng Tingjing's Danfeng eyes.

He clenched Shen Qingci's wrist tightly with one hand, cut it behind his back, and at the same time raised his hand to lift the veil on her head, and said with a joking smile: "Do you think you can get away with it this time? "

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, another backhand slapped him on the cheek.

Shen Qingci gave him a blank look, "Who said that, I still have a left hand."

After the beating, before Sheng Tingjing, who became angry from embarrassment, could grab her, she turned her wrist, and the dagger hidden inside her forearm was unsheathed, and slid straight into her palm.

In a blink of an eye, it rested on his neck.

Sheng Tingjing expected that she would not dare to do anything cruel, so he still raised his hand to poke under her hood regardless.

It wasn't until the stabbing pain from his neck that he finally stopped the movement of his hands.

For the first time, Sheng Tingjing, who had a joking attitude before, lowered his face.

He frowned: "How dare you."

Shen Qingci smiled on the skin and said: "Look if I dare!"

After finishing speaking, her eyes darkened, and her five fingers clenched tightly.

Seeing that she was about to become ruthless, Sheng Tingjing finally lost the battle and loosened the grip on her other wrist.

Even though his hands were subdued, his mouth still had no clue.

"Unexpectedly, my sister-in-law is still such a cruel character."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Qingci didn't intend to let him turn the blade, and slapped him hard on the neck with the back of the blade.

The slash on his delicate neck caused more blood to gush out more and more.

Shocked, Sheng Tingjing froze.

Shen Qingci sneered, and said with full sarcasm in his tone: "Oh! So you still know that Shen Qingci is your sister-in-law!"

Hearing this, Sheng Tingjing frowned, and said with serious eyes: "Aren't you Shen Qingci?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, it uses an affirmative tone.

Since the other party was not Shen Qingci, the previous confusion was easily resolved.

It's no wonder that she has a beautiful appearance and extraordinary skills, and she is not the sick child in the legend.

She was wearing a veiled hat, fearing that even Shen Qinglan would have been fooled.

Sheng Tingjing's face became darker and darker.

"who are you?"

Shen Qingci didn't give him room to think, and knocked him out as soon as he raised his hand.

"I'm your great aunt!"

Sheng Tingjing only heard this sentence before he completely lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)