Mad concubine comes: Prince husband take it easy

Changsheng immediately recited the heart clearing mantra in his heart.

Rong night saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and his face turned unnaturally red. Looking at himself again, he covered people's mouth and nose. He wouldn't be dead... Right?

Scared, she quickly withdrew her hand, "monk, are you okay?"

Changsheng coughed awkwardly, but Rong Wan obviously didn't find anything unusual about him. He was afraid that he would be careless and exert too much force.

"Monk? Monk? Have a word."

"I cough, nothing." Changsheng avoided her eyes and turned his head to one side.

Rong Wan sang a sigh, "it's OK, it's OK, alas? You can say 'I' now." she patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. Due to the height gap, this action is not easy to do, "it's OK."

Chang Sheng felt like a kitten and stretched out his paw and put it on his shoulder twice.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at his nose and heart, and said in a calm voice, "if it's okay, I'll leave first."

"What are you running for?" Rong Wan pulled the man back with a hook. "I haven't asked you to make up for you pushing me into the water? Just want to go? Aren't you afraid I'll tell your master?"

She just heard from brother Sheng that the monk is not a young monk. He is from fahua temple, the chief disciple and the only disciple of master Sikong.

Master Sikong of fahua temple has been in the palace for many years as a national teacher. The monk is also in the palace with his master.

Monks who can enter the palace are not simple.

Changsheng stood motionless, "if the princess has any request, just put it forward."

After observing for a long time, he didn't think Rong Wan was the kind of person who was mean and would press step by step if he grasped someone else's handle.

Even now, most of the words seem to be jokes.

If she really wanted to revenge him, when there were many people just now, she should expose the fact that he "pushed" her into the water.

With the love of the Regent and the princess for her, she will not be wronged at all.

But she didn't.

"Ask..." Rong Wan pondered for a moment. "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll find you later. I'll let you go for the time being."

"Thank you, princess."

Changsheng bowed.

But he was tall. Even if he lowered his head to allow the night, he still didn't feel that he was lowering his head and jumping twice. He couldn't see his head all the time.

She couldn't help pulling his arm and pulled it down harder, "you come down! Come down!"

This scene is impossible on weekdays.

If master Sikong sees it, his chin must fall off.

As an apprentice, he is extremely intelligent, but he is completely ignorant of human feelings and worldly wisdom.

When facing anyone, they always have a cold face. Sometimes they are as stiff as a piece of wood. More importantly, they have a strong sense of exclusion.

When talking to someone, the other person must be at least one arm away from him.

More, he'll step back by himself.

It's not a nuisance, it's an innate habit?

Master Sikong sometimes thinks it's not unreasonable. After all, his apprentice's real body is the demon emperor of the netherworld.

Isn't that the existence above all people, even all living beings?

Who dares to be too close to him? Who dares to ask him to smile when he speaks?

Master Sikong would say it at first, but later he wouldn't say it.

After all, these habits are not a big deal, and he is afraid of causing the rebellious mood of longevity. Instead, he inspires the tyrannical and bloodthirsty nature in his body.

That's not worth the loss!

However, when Chang Sheng went out today, everything became different from usual since he met Rong night.

In fact, he didn't even notice these differences.

It was not until Rong Wan mentioned that he fell into the water eight years ago that he suddenly realized that no wonder he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw Rong Wan.

I saw it a long time ago.

"Eh?" Rong Wan said suspiciously, "don't you have those dots on your head?"

The bare scalp has a nice head shape, but the feeling in your hand is a little prickly. It is the touch of some short hair growing from under the scalp.

"You mean ring scar?"

"Yes!" Rong Wan couldn't remember her name for a moment, but before Changsheng answered, she asked herself, "no, it's good. It's so beautiful. If you grow hair, it should be more beautiful."

Changsheng took down her little hand that she touched on his head, "the princess laughed."

There is no monk with hair. He is not a layman disciple.

Rong Wan looked up at his serious face and suddenly lost his mind.

Because she suddenly saw his eyes, like the beginning of cold snow, the depths of hell, haunting people.

I don't know why, it's clear that the whole person is the most disciplined and rigorous monk, but I can see a completely different charm from him.

Demon! Monk!

These two words suddenly popped out of Rong Wan's mind.

I don't think there's anything more suitable to describe this person.

"Princess?"

"Hmm?" Rong Wan heard the voice and answered it subconsciously.

"What are you looking at?"

"You look good." without thinking, Rong night blurted out.

Changsheng froze for a moment.

Knock Knock Knock——

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Princess? Princess, please come to the front hall to have a meal, and Changsheng master." the boy at the door bowed politely to Changsheng.

"OK, I see." Rong Wan agreed and took Chang Sheng out.

Changsheng looked at the little hand wrapped around his arm and didn't know what else to say.

Just now I said that men and women don't give and receive. As a result, Rong Wan said that monks are not men

Doesn't it count?

Changsheng himself suddenly thought about this problem.

……

In a few days.

"Evening, this is to prepare new clothes for you. Come to me after you change them." Su Muyan took the clothes just made from the embroidery room to Rong night's room.

Rong Wan is playing Gobang with the little servant girl. As soon as the little servant girl sees Su Muyan coming in, she gets up and retreats to one side.

"See the princess!"

Su Muyan waved her hand. She really doesn't have the concept of master and slave, but it's probably because of her appearance? So no servant was automatically and spontaneously respectful to her.

Rong Wan looked back and glanced, "new clothes? Why new clothes? Mom, I have clothes to wear, don't waste."

Evening dressing is always simple, from style to color.

However, she gave birth to a beautiful embryo with that face. No matter how simple clothes are worn on her, they also show a unique style.

But Su Muyan brought her this set today. It looks grand with gold and silver lines.

"Are you still wearing such a casual suit when you go to the palace for dinner? Change it quickly. I'll take you to apologize to the prince of South Chu later."