The rebirth of the poisonous concubine is charming and sweet

Chapter 8 Is the prince unable to let go?
Seeing that he could occupy the entire bed, Jiang Shu suddenly reached out and grabbed her ankle.

The soft and smooth skin, with a scent of grass and trees, made Jiang Shu's heart sway.

He glanced at Su Luo's feet.

Southern barbarians don't bind their feet, Su Luo's feet are white and delicate, as beautiful as suet jade.

"Let me go!" Su Luo tugged a few times, but didn't.

Jiang Shu pressed down on that restless foot, and began to cough violently again, with a displeased expression on his face, impatient: "Just sleep like this, or I'm afraid I'll be kicked down by you in the middle of the night!"

Saying that, he closed his eyes.

What the hell?
Su Luo looked at his grabbed foot with a dazed expression.

But she struggled repeatedly to no avail, so she gave up. She was too tired this day, and she was so sleepy that the two of them fell asleep while maintaining this strange posture.

She was woken up by a scream.

The maidservants came in early in the morning to clean up the room, and found that the prince was sitting on the edge of the bed in good condition, holding the young lady's jade feet in his hands, and thought he had seen a ghost.

The imperial doctor has already diagnosed that the son is weak, coupled with the rage, he may not be able to survive, and the maidservant has already spread the torture of the two masters and servants in the yard yesterday, and everyone thinks that the son must die.

Sure enough, Chongxi worked?
The servant girl was still happy, but when she raised her eyes and saw the displeasure on Shizi's brows, her lips were pursed into a straight straight line.

The servant girl fled in a daze, she was so happy that she forgot that the son didn't like to be disturbed while sleeping the most, and he was very angry when he got up.

Jiang Shu could have slept longer, but Su Luo didn't know how to roll over in the middle of the night, so he rolled into his arms.It's no wonder that her body has such a high degree of flexibility, and she can fall asleep peacefully in such a weird posture.

He's cold, but she's hot like a fire
After Su Luo was startled awake, he found that his feet were still held by the man.

No wonder she dreamed of being entangled by a snake last night. It was all the fault of this man, and she had to give him some trouble!
She pressed her white toes against the man's chest, and her panties slipped off, revealing a large calf as white as fat.

Her eyes were rippling, and she was full of smiles, "It's only been one night, is Shizi already so reluctant to let go?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight cough in his ear.

Su Luo looked back, and saw a nanny leading two girls standing at the door, beside her, there was another girl about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Being caught straight, even though Su Luo had a thick skin, he couldn't help blushing. He quickly pulled back his feet and rolled down his trouser legs.

The corner of Nanny Rong's mouth twitched.

Is it too late to cover it again at this time?

The girl's face was ugly, and her eyes were poisoned.But when he turned to Jiang Shu, he immediately became admiring and shy, with a timid tone like a flower in a garden: "Cousin..."

Jiang Shu covered his mouth and coughed twice, his sleeve slipped off, revealing a small part of his arm that was so white, he asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Mother Rong stepped forward: "The princess is very happy that the son can wake up, let me bring the government doctor to come and see again, and besides, I will pack the bedding for the son and the young lady!"

Jiang Shu nodded, stood up and went to the side hall. He walked slowly, panting a little, with a thin back, which made people feel infinite love and compassion.

The long-awaited government doctor immediately came to meet him, and after a while, his face was filled with joy: "Although the root of the disease has not been cured, the son is healed, congratulations!"

Jiang Shu's face was cold and indifferent, and he began to cough again, but his pupils narrowed slightly, and his tone became forceful: "My illness is only slightly better, not much better, understand?"

(End of this chapter)