Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

The third prince Wuyin suspected that Yun Sheng's arm was injured, but Yun Sheng only said that it was a twist and it didn't bother him.

But the third prince did not believe it.

But at this moment, the carriage slowly stopped.

The coachman whispered outside: "Master, the Baifu is here."

The third prince Wuyin still looked at Yun Sheng without saying a word, and Yun Sheng didn't want to get entangled in these matters.

Immediately got up first, wanted to open the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Who knows that the third prince Wuyin, who was far away and silent, grabbed Yun Sheng's wrist behind Yun Sheng.

Regardless of Yun Sheng's struggle, he quickly lifted Yun Sheng's long sleeves slightly upwards.

In just a split second, Yun Sheng pulled his arm back regardless of the wound.

But the third prince Wuyin had already seen the circles of gauze wrapped around Yun Sheng's arm, and a trace of blood that penetrated the gauze.

Seeing this, Third Prince Wuyin immediately asked Yun Sheng: "Are you injured?"

Yun Sheng didn't say much, turned around and gave Wu Yin a glance, and jumped out of the carriage first.

This matter involves the secret matter of the fourth prince Wuyou, and Yun Sheng does not want to deceive the third prince Wuyin, so I will not say more.

But the third prince, Wuyin, kept questioning him again and again, until Yunsheng felt displeased.

After Yun Sheng gave birth to the carriage, he didn't say much, and walked directly to the gate of the mansion.

Behind him, the third prince Wuyin also got out of the carriage, and caught up with Yunsheng in two steps.

But he still couldn't stop asking: "Your injury is because of the fourth child?"

Yun Sheng evaded repeatedly, but the third prince Wu Yin pressed him repeatedly.

Even though Yun Sheng knew in his heart that Wu Yin was only worried about him too much, but he was still a little anxious to be asked.

Immediately, Yun Sheng stopped and turned around suddenly.

And Wuyin, who had been following Yun Sheng all this time, also stopped suddenly.

On Yun Sheng's face, the old smile was gone, his brows were lightly frowned, and his eyes were slightly focused: "My injury has nothing to do with anyone, and I know very well what kind of person Wuyou is, no matter how he looks in your eyes How unbearable it is, but it has nothing to do with me, I hope you will stop asking about my affairs."

Yun Sheng was sure to speak, but he also felt that his words were a bit heavy in a fit of anger, so he paused and said, "Thank you for sending me back today."

The words must be spoken, without waiting for the third prince to say nothing, he immediately turned and returned to the residence.

Xiaosi, who greeted the mansion in front of the mansion, saw the dispute between Yunsheng and the third prince Wuyin, and held his breath in a low voice, not daring to raise his head.

But when Yunsheng entered the gate of the mansion, the third prince Wuyin still stood alone on the stone steps for a long time in a daze.

He never thought that Yun Sheng, who had been talking and laughing with him all the time, would suddenly say such words to himself.

The eyebrows and eyes that had always been smiling before suddenly became cold and indifferent.

She said, "Don't ask me any more."

He tried hard to recall when he began to pay attention to her every word and deed, every frown and smile, every move.

Every smile, every sentence of her smile is so deeply imprinted in his mind and heart.

And when did all this start?

Was it the first time they met, when he hurt her with his soft sword, but saw that she was only holding an unsharp dagger in her hand?

Or did it start when the eldest princess met in the plum garden in the mansion, and her words shocked everyone?

Or when the two of them were above her small building at night, drinking wine against the moon?

Or maybe it was when she smiled slyly and faced Lu Zhen'er heroically.

The third prince Wuyin kept replaying various scenes of getting along with Yun Sheng in the short few months in his mind.

Only then did he realize that all of this had already been imprinted on the tip of his heart inadvertently.

Difficult to erase.