The step-brother is charming and soft, and the Marquis can't help but flirt with her

Chapter 46 People born in the Year of the Dog, the person they love

Rong Zhao smiled and said through his teeth, "No."

Then, without waiting for the prince to ask any more questions, he was sent directly away.

She stood alone on the bridge for a while. The sun set and the wind became colder, chilling her whole body.

Qinghe, who had gone to see her off, turned back and saw her here and quickly advised her: "Princess, you'd better go back to your room. It's windy here, so be careful of catching a cold."

Qingluan shook his head at her. Qinghe was stunned and looked at Rong Zhao's face carefully, but only saw an indifferent and cold profile.

"Princess?" She called again, and Rong Zhao came back to his senses.

She sighed and faced the sunset and asked, "Tell me, why am I not a man?"

"How could the princess think so? The princess is the legitimate princess, so pampered and pampered that many people would envy her." Qinghe whispered.

"If I were the prince and the eldest son, why should I bear the anger of that idiot?" Rong Zhao shouted: "Do you really think that I can sit back and relax just because I am the prince? The emperor's heart is the most unpredictable, but he is good. He can't wait to write all his thoughts on his face. , I’m afraid I won’t even know when I sell myself.”

Qinghe Qingluan was shocked, Qingluan quickly said: "Princess, be careful what you say!"

Qinghe advised: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is indeed not careful in his actions, so he asked the princess to assist him. Princess, please don't act on your own initiative. If His Highness the Crown Prince loses power, the princess's life will be difficult. You and the Seventh Prince are full-blooded brothers and sisters, and we will both prosper together." , if one loses, both will suffer.”

Rong Zhao took several deep breaths and finally managed to regain his composure, with fingernail marks digging into his palms.

"That's it." She sighed and let go of her hand, looking at the few teeth marks on her palm, and murmured: "There are not so many perfect things in the world. With such a look and mind, I am destined to be successful in other aspects. loss."

"That's what I'm saying. The princess's talents and skills are already better than those of thousands of people. Coupled with such a look, she is truly one of a kind. Princess, please don't belittle yourself." Qinghe held her hand. Take her back.

Qingluan also said: "The princess didn't eat much just now. She must be hungry. I asked the small kitchen to prepare some dishes for dinner. How about the princess filling her stomach?"

Rong Zhao nodded, "Go."

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It was night, dark clouds gathered, a dark wind suddenly blew, and the windows creaked. A few books were randomly placed on the small table by the window, and the pages of the books were ruffled by the strong wind, making a squeaking sound.

The pale golden curtain blew up in the wind, revealing the shadowy figure in the bath behind.

Rong Zhao felt a little cold, so he stood up and wiped away the water. He picked up the middle coat on the clothes hanger and put it on. He put on a thin cloak and walked back to the bedroom with bare feet on the carpet.

Qinghe and Qingluan happened to come in. Qingluan handed Rong Zhao a cup of pear soup and whispered: "It was fine during the day, but who would have thought that the weather would suddenly change at night. I'm afraid it's going to rain tonight."

Qinghe said as he closed the window: "Princess, please change to a quilt. It will be cold at night with the autumn rain and cold."

Rong Zhao held the porcelain cup and took two sips. He felt his whole body warm and said casually: "You can do whatever you want."

Her sleeves slid down, Qingluan glanced over, and exclaimed, "Princess, your wrist -"

"What's wrong?" Qinghe was startled, closed the last window, and ran over quickly.

"Ah! It's all a little swollen!" Qinghe was extremely anxious, "Slave, are you going to find the imperial doctor?"

"No, you guys are so nervous. It's just a bite. If you don't know, you thought I was going to die."

Rong Zhao put down the porcelain cup and said nonchalantly: "Go get some ointment to reduce swelling and blood stasis."

Qingluan's eyes turned red, "The general is too cruel. Is he crazy?"

Rong Zhao's face hardened and he said coldly: "Get out."

Qinghe and Qingluan looked at each other and hesitated to speak, but did not dare to say more and hurried away.

Rong Zhao stood up and sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the jade comb and gently combed his long hair.

Her long hair was well maintained, black and smooth as satin, and it was combed out in a short time.

She looked at the beauty without makeup in the mirror, then looked at her wrists, her face suddenly stiffened, "Are you a dog..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft sound suddenly came from the back window. Rong Zhao was startled, subconsciously stood up, grabbed the dagger hidden under the dressing table and protected it in front of him, looking sharply in the direction of the back window.

The gauze curtain fluttered, and the next moment a black shadow walked straight towards her.Rong Zhao narrowed his eyes and slowly relaxed when he heard the footsteps. He put down the dagger and threw it casually on the stage with a muffled "dong" sound.

"General Liang is so brave. He broke into the princess's mansion secretly. How many heads have you grown?"

The big hand with clear veins brushed aside the gauze curtain, revealing Liang Ci's handsome and tough face.

He stood three steps away from Rong Zhao, looked at her solemnly for a while, and then suddenly stepped forward again.

Rong Zhao didn't move, watching him approach with a normal expression until he raised his hand.

Her eyes suddenly sharpened, and she slapped her directly, but Liang Ci didn't even dodge.

"Snapped!"

The crisp slap made the person walking to the door stunned for a moment, and then asked worriedly: "Princess, are you okay?"

Rong Zhao said coldly: "It's okay, don't come in."

"Princess?"

Qinghe asked again worriedly.

"This is my order."

"Yes……"

Qinghe and Qingluan looked at each other and stood helplessly at the door.

Rong Zhao looked back and glared at Liang Ci, "What do you think this place is? Get out of here -"

Her outstretched hand was suddenly held. Liang Ci lowered his eyes and looked at the green and red teeth marks on her wrist. His eyes were heavy and he couldn't help but rub it with his thumb.

The pads of his fingers were rough, and the calluses left by years of martial arts training were hard to ignore.

Rong Zhao pursed his lips and said, "Let go."

"Tonight, I came here to plead guilty to the princess. You can beat me, punish me, or kill me. But first, let me give you medicine, okay?"

Liang Ci finally spoke, his voice low and somewhat hoarse.

Rong Zhao glanced at him, shook off his hand, turned around and sat back on the chair.

Liang Ci was not annoyed. He took out a small bottle from his arms, opened it, poured out some potion, and rubbed it with his palms to warm it. Then he knelt down on one knee, raised his eyes to look at Rong Zhao, and said helplessly: "Princess, are you showing your favor?"

Rong Zhao laughed angrily, "You did a good thing."

She stretched out her hand lazily, and under the candlelight, the mottled tooth marks looked even more terrifying.

Liang Ci paused for a moment, then raised his hand to hold it, kneading and applying it carefully.

His hands were big enough to hold Rong Zhao's wrist.

In comparison, Rong Zhao looked even more petite. Liang Ci couldn't put it down and rubbed the delicate skin for a while.

Just as Rong Zhao was about to move, Liang Ci used some strength to hold on, not letting go, and said in a deep voice: "I am crazy today. The princess beats me, but I will suffer. But I want to ask clearly."

"What are you asking?" Rong Zhao looked at him coldly.

Even though Liang Ci was half-kneeling on the ground, he didn't show any signs of dejection. He held Rong Zhao's palm tightly, and Rong Zhao's heart tightened as his palms were so hot.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "I heard that the princess has a sweetheart and wants to choose a consort?"

　Lu Xingyue: Ah sneeze——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)