The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to subconsciously grope for the bed next to him, looking for Xiahou Fengli.

cold.

The bedding around her was as cold as ice.

She froze for a moment, turned her head, and found that the bed was empty. [

What about people?

She remembered that Xiahou Fengli spent the night here yesterday.

Is it...

What happened yesterday was all her dreaming?

Jiang Nanyan looked suspicious.

She stretched her arms, sat up slowly, and stared at the mandarin duck embroidered pillow on the bed.

On one end of the mandarin duck flower pillow, there is a shallow dent, which is the trace of her sleeping.

On the other side, it was intact.

Could it be that everything that happened last night was really a dream?

In fact, she didn't wake up in the middle of the night at all, didn't meet Huang Fulian, didn't go to the dining room with Xia He to find food...not to mention, what happened later?

Jiang Nanyan froze for a moment, then stretched out her hand to test the temperature above her.

Sure enough, like the bedding, it was cold.

Haha ...

She just said, that big bitch, big satyr, and big bastard in Xia Houfeng are all lying on the same bed with her, how could they not do anything!

Everything that happened last night was indeed a dream!

Jiang Nanyan made two dry noises in embarrassment.

The next second, she suddenly closed the upturned corners of her mouth, and her expression became serious.

Strange……

How could she miss such a dream? [

Could it be that... subconsciously, she hoped that Xiahou Fengli would treat her like that?

No, no!

How can it be?

Xiahou Fengli is a bastard of the century!

How could she have that kind of hope for him?

Jiang Nanyan shook her head vigorously, throwing this thought out of her mind! "Aren't you afraid that your neck will break if you shake your head like this?"

A voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile came from the corner at the end of the bed.

this voice...

This voice is not...

Jiang Nanyan's back felt a chill, and all the hairs on her body stood on end in an instant.

She stopped all her movements suddenly, slowly turned her head inch by inch, and looked towards the source of the sound.

Sure enough, her hunch was right!

The person sitting at the end of the bed is Huangfulian!

Jiang Nanyan paled in shock, crawled back with an earthy face, and retreated into the corner of the bed.

She subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but Huang Fulian was one step ahead of her, and said, "Do you think it would be so easy for this king to kill someone in this palace?"

As he spoke, he put his right hand in front of his eyes and shook it fiercely a few times.

This action successfully stopped Jiang Nanyan from screaming.

"You... why are you here? How did you come in? What do you want to do? You want to kill people in the palace?" Jiang Nanyan's face paled with fright, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.