Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 871 Kissed that damn girl

Xiang Jingming hugged her tightly.

While crying, he patted her back.

"Xue'er is okay, it's okay.

Your wife-in-law has gone back.

You and I will definitely have the opportunity to go back.

Xueer, don't be sad, be good. "

Xiang Jingming pulled Princess Yingxue out of his arms, put his big hands on her little face, and carefully wiped her tears.

"Brother Huang doesn't like Xue'er to cry, but brother Huang likes Xue'er to laugh.

Xueer should be happy.

You were the only one here before, but now Brother Huang can finally accompany you. "

Hearing this, Xiang Yingxue's tears flowed even harder.

His shoulders were shaking, and his face was sobbing non-stop.

Xiang Jingming felt heartbroken.

Looking at my sister's pitiful, dirty face, I couldn't help but kiss her forehead lovingly.

"Don't worry, Brother Huang will accompany you."

It was just a simple closeness between brother and sister, but it deeply hurt the sinister eyes behind Princess Yingxue.

He never had a sister.

Even except for a few words with the emperor's sister-in-law for ten days and a half, there was not even a female around.

I don’t understand the friendship between brother and sister at all.

All I saw was a weak man kissing that dead girl.

Murong Chen gritted his teeth angrily.

"Come on!
Send the Prince of Chu back to the guest house, and no one is allowed to visit!
Including the Princess of Chu! "

"Yes, Your Highness!"

After a few words, the soldiers from the government came to drag the prince of Chu.

"What are you doing?"

Xiang Yingxue panicked and hugged Xiang Jingming tightly.

"Don't touch my royal brother, don't touch my royal brother!"

However, no matter how much Princess Yingxue cried and tried to stop her, Xiang Jingming was still dragged back to the yard.

"Brother Imperial! Brother Imperial! Woo hoo!"

Princess Yingxue chased her all the way to the entrance.

The soldiers entered the courtyard with their front legs and pushed Princess Yingxue out with their back legs.

The courtyard door was slammed shut.After that, there was the sound of the door being locked.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the cold door closed in front of her in disbelief.

"Open the door! Open the door! I want to see my royal brother!"

Princess Yingxue clenched her little hands into fists and banged them hard.

However, after smashing for half an hour, the door showed no sign of opening.

She took a few steps back, swaying and feeling extremely disappointed.

He fell to the ground, looking at the locked red door and burst into tears.

"Xue'er, don't sit on the ground, it's cold!"

Xiang Yingxue's crying stopped for a moment.

He looked at the big hand on his shoulder, raised his head and saw that it was Murong Guang.

She brushed his hand away in disgust, sat on the ground and continued to cry.

"Brother, wuwu, I want to see my brother!"

Murong Guang sighed, untied his brocade robe and put it on her body.

"Xue'er, my second brother is just angry for a moment, you don't have to worry about him.

After a few days, when his anger subsides, I will intercede with him again and ask you brother and sister to meet, okay? "

Xiang Yingxue still ignored him.

Murong Guang had no choice but to stand aside silently.

After a while, Xiang Yingxue got tired of crying and her tears dried up.

She stood up with sobs, threw Murong Guang's robe on the ground, and wandered towards the courtyard where she usually lived.

Murong Guang picked up his robe and strode forward.

It was draped over her body again, her brows filled with worry.

"Xue'er, it's windy, don't catch a cold."

Xiang Yingxue stubbornly threw away the brocade robe and walked forward without looking back.

“When I was being bullied, I could only stand on the sidelines and watch.

Why bother showing cheap concern when I don't need it. "

Murong Guang held the big hand of the brocade robe and paused.

He stood there blankly.

Looking at the thin figure of Princess Yingxue, her head lowered and sobbing, fading away.

He lowered his hands slowly.

The cold wind blew by, and the brocade robe fell to the ground without even noticing.

(End of this chapter)