The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Time passed slowly like a scratched plate, my mind fell into a haze, wandering between dreams and waking, and I handed Sima Qing my hand by accident.

It took nearly 10 minutes, and we finally arrived at the pier when the "Flying" set sail!

Sima Yang stood anxiously on the deck, stretching his neck to look around as if looking for something.After seeing me, his pupils opened, his eyes lit up, and he hurried towards Sima Qing and me, limping and staggering on crutches.

Every time Sima Yang took a step, his body swayed left and right like hanging on a high swing.Finally, he fell heavily on the deck with a loud muffled sound...

Ah, the fool who can't even walk well! ! [

The wind was blowing under my feet, and I made two steps in three steps, like a light swallow, flew over to help Sima Yang who fell on the ground, so fast that there was no shadow: "Sima Yang, are you okay? How are you doing?"

Sima Yang moved his lower lip, leaned on the railing with one hand, draped my shoulders, and stood up crookedly like playing on a swing: "Miss Huiyue... I can't believe that you don't have long legs, so you can run quite fast... Hiss...it seems that I accidentally pressed the wound..."

I looked down and saw a bright red epiphyllum in full bloom on the white cloth of Sima Yang's calf, forming a pool of red...