Side Concubine Wan Fu

Chapter 242
The Moment of Haizheng·Li Cinema
Chi Jianing was valued by Prince Wei because of an accident, and it was the first time he intervened to express his opinion. He also hoped to save more people's lives. When he came to the study, he carefully thought about some modern first aid measures and precautions Work.

There are also general natural disasters, what kind of omens will appear.

While thinking about it, tracing and supplementing, he wrote a full ten large sheets of paper, and then rubbed his limp wrist to rest for a while.

As soon as he leaned his body against the back chair, he suddenly heard the soft sound of the mechanism turning from the side beside him, and Chi Jianing was so frightened that he suddenly lifted the table and stood up——

Just as she was about to call An Yue, she saw clearly that the tall and majestic Prince Wei was exposed sideways. As soon as she relaxed, she sat down again weakly, calling out in a weak voice:
"Your Highness~ I have lost my dignity."

As soon as he relaxed, he was frightened. Seeing that it was His Royal Highness, Chi Jianing felt as if his whole body had exhausted his strength, and his whole body was limp and weak...

Prince Wei pursed his thin lips, took a stride, and embraced the delicate and little woman who was slumped on the grand master's chair, and sat down naturally holding her beloved delicate body, and asked with a smile:

"What's wrong, Concubine Ai?"

Chi Jianing shook his head helplessly with his big peach eyes, and suddenly, as if thinking of something suddenly, he moved as he spoke——

"Your Highness, come and take a look. I don't know much, so I don't know if my memory is wrong. What I just wrote is what I just recalled from the travel notes I read in the old days... It's been several years ago. I don't know if it will be useful to you, Your Highness~ "

As he said that, Chi Jianing solemnly handed the last large piece of paper he wrote to Prince Wei's eyes, and even forgot to be hugged by the man and sat on the grand master's chair.

Compared to Yong Jing, the petite woman really doesn't have much weight. Holding her in front of her chest, he spread the big paper flat on the table, and Chi Jianing's casually rolled up bun didn't even weigh her. Could it block his line of sight?

"Aifei's handwriting is really good." Yong Jing said with satisfaction.

It is said that the handwriting is like a person, the little woman has a big heart, she is sensible to her master, and has always been respectful, virtuous and kind... This handwriting with a rounded hand that reveals the atmosphere, exactly corresponds to his impression of the little woman.

"You can't be exaggerated by Your Highness." Chi Jianing said humbly, but her tone was full of joy. It was obvious that being praised by His Highness was something worthy of her happiness.

"I'll be your concubine! Uh~" Yong Jing held the little woman's small hand in front of her belly and squeezed it tightly, and smoothed the paper with the other hand, and after uttering a slight syllable, he lowered his head and focused his eyes carefully. Take a closer look at the content——

Chi Jianing held his breath, quietly feeling the warm breath sprayed from above to his forehead, just because of the intimacy of the man's behavior, he felt that his mood gradually calmed down for no reason.

The feeling of being very nervous and anxious to prove that I was not lying disappeared without a trace.

Chi Jianing softened his body and leaned firmly on the man's broad chest.

Fortunately, she had already taken a shower, and because her hair was wet before, she just wiped it dry and fastened the simple hairpins loosely. At this moment, she was leaning on the man, and she did not appear to be cautious because of too many jewelry.

The jade hairpin was moist and pressed against the man's chest following Chi Jianing's movements. Fortunately, the sharpness was not too great.

Chi Jianing, who was relaxed, still had this small thought flashing through his mind, and gradually felt a sense of drowsiness, and his instinct was even more firm to the man's generous chest.

Because of the little woman's intimacy, a pleasant fragrance wafted out, Yong Jing sniffed carefully, leaning down on his cheeks, his thin lips——

(End of this chapter)