The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

Yun Qingmin lowered his eyes, covering the stormy anger in his eyes.

Guo Yixue was amazed by his calmness, but he would not foolishly touch the unusualness of that calmness that seemed to explode at any moment.

She turned her head, looked at Che Shuo, and smiled at him: "I know, thank you."

"You're welcome." Che Shuo also smiled back at her, and then, walked to the original table, and continued to study the whole table of crushed medicinal herbs: "You can do what you want."

Yun Qingmin stared straight at him, her black eyes were as black as ink.

Guo Yixue finally found out that something was wrong with him.

Seeing him looking like he wanted to hit someone, although he suppressed it, she still reached out and pinched his cheeks: "Let's go, why are you still standing here?"

Yun Qingmin withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth: "Okay, let's go."

Seeing him still laughing, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When she stepped out of the kitchen, Yun Qingmin still turned her head and glanced at the 'serious' Che Shuo.

As if feeling his gaze, Che Shuo raised his head and met his gaze.

One is cold and the other is flat.

**

On the way back to the room, Guo Yixue looked up at Yun Qingmin frequently, but he smiled at her as usual, making her feel a little uneasy...

in the room.

Guo Yixue rubbed her belly, her eyes sneaked at Yun Qingmin who was pouring warm water for herself, after a while, she still couldn't stand this strange calm.

"Then, Dayun..." She glanced at him secretly, and said softly, "Are you angry?"

"Not angry..." Yun Qingmin poured water, put it within her reach, moved the chair over, and smiled at her: "Why should I be angry?"

After observing his expression, she finally lowered her head and pursed her lips: "I'm sorry, there won't be a next time."

"Why did Ryoko say I'm sorry?" He asked back, still smiling.

"Because I sneaked to find Cheshuo without telling you..." She raised her eyes and looked at him as she spoke, "I'm sorry, don't be angry..."

"I'm not angry." He said, the expression on his face seemed to be a little bit less stiff after hearing her words.

"I went to him, just to ask if he could know whether our doll is a boy or a girl..." She rubbed her belly, curled up her mouth, and said to him, "Cheshuo said, maybe it's a little girl." girl..."

"That's good, like you." He stretched out his hand and touched her belly: "It's a little girl..."

"In this case, I can go buy some pink cloth and help her make some clothes..." As she spoke, her smile grew wider: "I don't know how big she was when she was born..."

"Just let Lianhua take care of this kind of thing."

"I want to do it myself, it makes more sense." She looked at him, begging a little: "Let me do it myself..."

"It's not negotiable." He avoided her gaze: "What if I get hurt by a needle?"

"I'm not a child, how could I get hurt so easily?" She muttered, "I can't do just one thing..."

"No." Seeing that she pulled her face immediately, he sighed, a little awkward: "Otherwise, I'll make one for you... Anyway, you are not the same as me."

"You?" No matter how she thought about it, she would never have thought that he would say that, looked him up and down, and she curled her lips: "You... can you?"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it." He looked resolute, "Let Lianhua buy some materials later, and you will teach me by the side."

"Uh...Okay." Seeing his irrefutable look, her eyes shifted to his slender and fair hands.

Are these hands reliable?

……

The answer is, no!often!of!No!Depend on!Spectrum!

Guo Yixue rolled her eyes for the nth time, while reaching out her hand to stop Yun Qingmin's movements: "Stop, stop, stop...it's not like this..."

Yun Qingmin held the needle and thread in one hand and the silk cloth in the other, his lips were tightly pressed together, showing his extreme displeasure.

Lianhua stood aside and watched, feeling sorry for those good cloths who were abused by her prince.

Guo Yixue stretched out her hand in front of him: "Let me do it, let me do it..."

"No, I can do it." He turned around and turned his back on her.

The damn cloth, the damn needle!

It's really small and hard to hold!

He pursed his lips and stared at the things in his hands with black eyes, as if he had some deep hatred for them.

"You..." After thinking about it, she had no choice but to choke out such a very reasonable sentence: "Dayun...these jobs are all done by girls, so you don't need to do them anymore..."

He squinted at her: "I can do it."

He couldn't believe that he couldn't make a decent dress himself.

Guo Yixue lowered her head silently.

Well, he can do it, but how much cloth does it cost...

Lotus also felt very helpless.

My lord, please stop fooling around, those cloths and threads are all money!

Che Shuo found that he hadn't seen Yun Qingmin at all except for the three meals these days, and even Guo Yixue and Lianhua seemed to be busy with something, and they walked around the house for a long time without encountering each other.

On this day, he finally walked to their room, far away, the door of the room was open.

Che Shuo paused, astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he blinked several times, but he still couldn't accept it.

A big man actually holds a needle and thread and holds the cloth.

No matter how you look at it, it's awkward and unusual.

He calmed down his surprise, walked slowly to the door, and coughed softly to indicate his presence: "Cough."

Guo Yixue saw him and smiled at him: "Che Shuo, come in and sit down."

Just when he was hesitating, a cold light shot at him, accompanied by a cold voice: "You, block the light."

Only then did Che Shuo walk in and sit down on the chair.

Yun Qingmin buried her head in the needle and thread and worked hard to put on the cloth, her lips were tightly pressed, and she was awkward and cute.

Guo Yixue looked at his frowning, with a helpless smile on his lips.

This big cloud...is really...enough...special...

Seeing that Guo Yixue's eyes were all on Yun Qingmin, Che Shuo could only look suspiciously at Lianhua at the side.

As soon as Lianhua received it, she got excited immediately: "My lord wants to make a dress for xx."

He was surprised again.

Although he guessed almost the same, he was still surprised.

This is how the third prince turned out to be.

"My lord is very caring."

After thinking about it, Lianhua still said something nice for her prince: "Because the princess wanted to do it, the prince did it for the princess."

Che Shuo nodded, expressing his understanding.

Suddenly, Yun Qingmin's black eyes turned cold, seeing the blood dripping from his fingers, the veins on his forehead twitched.

damn it!

No one has ever been able to hurt him, this needle actually...

He wanted to use all his strength to turn the needle into powder, but when he thought of Guo Yixue's expectant gaze, he still endured it, gritted his teeth and endured it.

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