Princess, be nice

Chapter 322 Suicide in prison is difficult to recall

When will I thank you, so many words!
Miss Yuan, who was in the dark, had beautiful peach blossom eyes, her eyes were tightly closed, and her whole body seemed to have no ups and downs. If it wasn't for her weak breathing, she could be seen to be alive.

Xie Ci is really my own wife because I have no breath.

"Is the lady tired?"

"What do you think!" Yuan Changhuan waited to thank him, and gritted his teeth. This man is getting more and more annoying.

Recalling those three days and three nights, thank you for your recollection.

The corners of the light-colored lips smirked, and the lips were drawn up wantonly, and the smile was full of evil, "I almost forgot, the lady can stay with her husband for three full days, it's only half a day, the lady will definitely not be tired."

Hearing the words of thanks.

Yuan Changhuan immediately thought of those three days and three nights, when there was no sun.

Thinking of it makes my scalp numb and trembles.

"You bastard, you don't want your face at all!"

"It's good to have a wife, what kind of face do you want." Xie Ci replied lightly.

Yuan Changhuan was so angry that he stared at him even more fiercely.

Xie Ci smiled, raised his hand to cover her eyes, "Miss, be good, should you rest?"

Seeing Xie Ci's movement, Yuan Changhuan flicked his paws angrily: "I can sleep by myself!" There is no need for him to cover his eyes.

Yuan Changhuan's exclamation passed through the curtain, the bead curtain, and the door to the ears of the night watch maid.

The maids were all blushing.

The son and the concubine have been a little arrogant recently.

However, if this is the case, the little master should come out soon!

Before Yuan Changhuan went to bed, he was still thinking about Lu Fuliu's fate.

But Xie Ci was immersed in beauty and had no time to tell her.

The east is white, and the morning mist fills the air.

A pair of white lotus root arms protruded from the smoky silk brocade quilt, and let out a low cry.

Qing Wan, who was waiting behind the screen, walked in immediately, and lifted the bed curtain, "Concubine Shi Zi, you are awake."

The voice was low and soft, for fear of disturbing the imperial concubine.

Yuan Changhuan slowly opened his eyes.

Still a little sleepy, subconsciously looked to the side, "Where is the prince?"

Hearing that the concubine Shizi asked Shizi as soon as she opened her eyes, Qing Wan held back a smirk on her lips, "Master Shizi has gone to court."

While helping Yuan Changhuan to get up, he continued, "The Master Shizi knew that the Concubine Shizi would definitely ask about it, and he specially ordered the slaves not to disturb you, and let you sleep for a while."

Yuan Changhuan's eyes became clearer, he took the warm handkerchief casually, wiped his cheeks, and sat lazily in front of the bronze mirror, "What else did Shizi say?"

"do not have much left."

Qing Wan shook her head.

Pursing her red lips slightly, Yuan Changhuan looked at the stunning and coquettish beauty in the bronze mirror, didn't Xie Ci say that she would know about Lu Fuliu today.

Do we have to wait for him to come back?

While thinking, Ye Yuan's respectful voice came from outside.

"Concubine Shizi, this servant has something to report."

"Come in."

Without shy away from being gentle, Yuan Changhuan's voice was loose and calm, "Any news?"

"Yes." Ye Yuan's face was heavy, "Shizi Concubine, Lu Fuliu committed suicide in prison last night!"

Yuan Changhuan paused with his finger in front of the mirror.

Slightly curled up, but the voice was calm and composed, "Dead?"

"died."

Ye Yuan continued, "However, the servants still found out..."

Speaking of which, Ye Yuan glanced lightly at Qing Wan who was beside her. Qing Wan bowed and saluted with great eyesight, "Servant will bring the breakfast."

"Ah."

Yuan Changhuan waved his hand lightly.

After only Yuan Changhuan and Ye Yuan were left in the inner room, Ye Yuan spoke in a low voice, "My servant found out that Lu Fuliu's elder brother had friendship with the Seventh Prince, and they often met for drinks."

(End of this chapter)