Conceited Princess Hard To Please

"How can this be done?" The silk silk is anxious, the forehead not from exudes a trace of cold sweat.

"It's OK. It's just some cakes. I can have as many as I want." Su Jingfeng didn't care at all and waved his hand to let silk leave.

With the sound of "bang Dang", the door was closed tightly, leaving only the stunned silk.

Since the door was closed, the only light has been monopolized in this moment. Silk tightly holding the plate containing the cake, gently said: "you can have as many as you want."

Yes, Su Jingfeng is the son of the great Minister of letters. The things that they cherish in the eyes of these maids are very common in his eyes.

How does she deserve Su Jingfeng?

It was really cold at night. Su Jingyun tightly grasped the shawl on her body, which made her warm, but it didn't help much.

His eyes became more and more blurred, his eyes couldn't be opened, and his body fell uncontrollably on the ground.

She was finally awakened by the noise around her, her eyelids seemed heavy. I tried to get up, but my hands couldn't make any effort.

This just found that he was lying in the boudoir, parents are all around, of course, there are Luo Ying and Su Jingfeng. Su Jingyun wanted to speak, but his throat hurt badly.

"Wake up, wake up, Miss wake up!" Miao Miao exclaimed excitedly and quickly wiped the tears on his face.

"Jingyun, how do you feel?" Mrs. Su is slightly stunned. After reacting, she pours forward and holds Su Jingyun's hand tightly.

Su Jingyun moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything. He felt his body heavy.

"It's all because of you. Jingyun has been weak and sick since childhood. It was so cold last night that she knelt all night." Mrs. Su beat Su Zhengcang's chest and cried bitterly.

"Well, isn't it all right?" Su Zhengcang frowned, but saw Su Jingyun wake up, his heart that big stone also calculate to put down.

Mrs. Su's face was full of worry: "where is it all right? I can't say anything. "

Luo Ying bit his lip and went out of his way to Su Jingyun and said cautiously, "sister Jingyun, how do you feel now? It's all because of me, otherwise Or you won't be bedridden. "

Although he said so, he felt a little joy in his heart, which was getting higher and higher, and his eyebrows, which had been tightly frowned, also expanded a lot.

The more miserable Su Jingyun is, the more happy she will be, hoping that she will enter the situation of irreparable destruction.

"You are less, less here Hypocritical. " Su Jingyun clenched her teeth and couldn't stand her pretentious appearance. She wanted to say Luo Ying, but what she wanted to express was not clear.

When Luo Ying saw this, she saw a smile in her eyes. Su Jingyun naturally saw it and glared at her fiercely.

"Auntie, sister Jingyun was originally thin and weak. It's my fault that she has become like this. Luo Ying is really damned! If you can If I can, I'd rather be in bed now. " Luo Ying held Su Jingyun's hand tightly, and she looked very sad.

"Go away!" Su Jingyun clenched his teeth. She jerked her hand, but Luo Ying grabbed her more tightly, and even her nails were pinched into her flesh.

All of a sudden, the pain disappeared. Luo Ying's face was not reconciled. She moved her lips but did not make a sound. But Su Jingyun understood it. She was saying, "Su Jingyun, if you let go this time, it won't be so simple next time."

The reason why Luo Ying would let go of herself was that she was worried that her mother and her father would see the pinch marks on her hand. It was a heavy trick.

Seeing that Su Jingyun still wanted to talk, Luo Ying said nervously, "aunt, don't let Jingyun's sister continue to move around. She was ill and didn't get well. If there is a hidden danger in the future, it will be a lifelong thing."

"Luo Ying is still thoughtful." Mrs. Su was a little relieved.

Su Jingfeng murmured in a low voice: "it's really delicate. It's all used to by my mother. Ah! Mother, why are you beating me

"This is your sister. What do you think you did this time?"

"She threatened me first." Su Jingfeng left the corner of his mouth, and was very aggrieved.

Mrs. Su looked at Su Jingyun with heartache and reached out to probe her forehead. Seeing that it was not so hot, she really put down her heart.

Looking at this room of people, even busy way: "OK, all out, Jingyun need to rest."

"Jingyunjingyun, I don't know if you have my son in your heart." Su Jingfeng has a bad look at Mrs. su.

The words had just dropped, but Mrs. Su raised her hand. Su Jingfeng almost did not hesitate to rush out, he did not want to be hit again.

"Jingyun, Dad..." Su Zhengcang's words fell on his lips, but he did not know how to speak.

Su Jingyun coughed, and finally felt full of embarrassment. She looked carefully at Mrs. Su, meaning very obvious.

"Well, my daughter is just like this because of your ruthlessness. You don't go out soon." Mrs. Su pushes Su Zhengcang away.

"You take good care of Jingyun." Su Zhengcang slightly frowned, leaving this sentence before leaving.Su Jingyun laughed. It was the first time for her to see her father so embarrassed. In the past decade or so, he had put all his heart into the imperial court.

Even when Su Jingyun was a child, she almost never wanted her father to accompany her, but now she is embarrassed by a word of concern.

See Su Jingyun sick words are not clear, but still have the mind to smile, Mrs. Su helpless way: "have a good rest, mother personally for you decocting medicine."

"Mother, can you?" Su Jingyun wants to say it. She moves her lips, but she can't express it clearly. Mrs. Su lifted up her quilt and went out.

Su Jingyun was so anxious that she was sweating. In her impression, when did Mrs. Su enter the kitchen? There is a bad feeling in my heart.

Want to get out of bed, but really no strength. Just moved his feet out, Miao Miao saw this scene as soon as he came in. He was startled.

"Miss, you are ill now. Have a good rest and don't move about." Said Miao Miao will su Jingyun's feet, once again put into the quilt.

"What on earth do you want to express, miss?" Miao Miao looks at Su Jingyun.

Su Jingyun is just going crazy. She is very uncomfortable all over. She also worries about whether her mother will burn the kitchen?

"Kitchen." Su Jingyun finally jumped out of these two words after a long time. After she got well this time, she must take good care of herself.

She doesn't want to get sick and can't even speak.

Miao Miao said nervously, "Miss, what do you mean by that?" Then he patted his head: "Miss, the doctor said that your throat is inflamed. If you talk again, I'm afraid that later..."

Miao Miao's words are not clearly said, but Su Jingyun knows that her throat is now uncomfortable, and she is afraid to be dumb.