Mad concubine comes: Prince husband take it easy

"Who said I was going back to the palace?"

Rong Wan rushed forward with his head down, and Changsheng continued to follow.

In the middle, Rong night walked and stopped several times, but every time she walked for a long life, she stopped for a long life, like a shadow waking up.

Several times, he became more and more angry.

Seeing a fork in the road ahead, Rong Wan suddenly quickened his pace and rushed out!

"Be careful!"

The noise of horse hoofs accompanied by the commotion of the crowd. Rong night only felt that he had spun in mid air and hit the wall with a bang on his back.

"Watch your step!" shouted the coachman, swearing away.

Rong night's breathing is more and more difficult. With the deep and handsome face close at hand, what lingers around her is the holy smell of perennial incense burning on Changsheng. She can even count how many eyelashes he has

She didn't dare to look into his eyes. As soon as she fell, it was difficult to get out, but she couldn't help falling in his eyes.

"Who allowed you to touch me! Let me go!"

Rong Wan tried his best not to let his voice leak the slightest gaffe. He stared at his eyes to make his eyes look more fierce and more fierce, so as to show that he was very angry!

Don't sacrifice beauty for something. She's not so talkative.

"I said let go of me! Let go of me!" Rong Wan's temper rose and his voice rose.

Unexpectedly, the next moment was covered by the broad palm of Changsheng.

Several passers-by who had originally looked this way could not hear the sound again. They shook their heads inexplicably and walked away.

"Don't move."

He left her on the wall. Is he right?

If you don't fight at night, open your mouth and bite!

The pain instantly came from the palm of his hand. Changsheng frowned, "look at what this is first."

His other hand on the wall was then taken back, and Rong Wan disdained, "what, what."

At a glance from the corner of her eye, a sharp cold light flashed, but it startled her!

"This..."

At this time of longevity, a throwing knife was sandwiched between the ring finger and the middle finger, about an inch, thin and long, as thin as a willow leaf.

If this is Changsheng deliberately playing with her, the position where his hand was taken down just now is no more than one finger away from her head!

"Change a place to say." Changsheng looked around, pulled Rong night and quickly turned back to the original road.

There are many people on the road. They mingle with each other, one left and the other right. They are like two fish, and the direction is irregular.

Several people hiding in the dark chased for a while, but found that it was difficult to go to heaven in such a busy market.

Just a little complain, in the blink of an eye, the target disappeared?

There was no room for night and longevity in the street, but there was an extra carriage.

The carriage carefree passed the people in the dark and headed for the Regent's house.

In the car.

"What's the matter? Does someone want to hurt me or you?" Rao Shi's eyes are the bright flying knife. Rong Wan still can't believe it.

Although she was naughty and mischievous since childhood, she didn't have to kill anyone quickly, did she?

In other things, she didn't blame anyone.

"Judging from the situation just now," Changsheng took out a clean handkerchief and wrapped the Throwing Knife carefully, "the target should be you."

"Me?" Rong Wan pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. "How could it be me? To tell you the truth, you really didn't scare me with this throwing knife?"

"Monks don't lie."

That's it again.

"If you think about it carefully, does anyone have a holiday with you? Who might have done it?"

Rong Wan shook his head. "It's impossible. I've lived outside for so many years. I've already started to do it to me, but there's nothing wrong. On the contrary, I just came back and met such a thing. Maybe... It's a misunderstanding? The target should be you? Have you offended anyone since you've been a monk for so many years?"

"I have always been kind to others and never provoked right and wrong." Changsheng read with his hands together.

This is also the teacher who has been around him since childhood. Even if he can't be kind to others, he must resolutely not provoke right and wrong!

He faced either Buddhist Scriptures or masters.

All other things were ignored, and the Master seemed to deliberately help him set aside a quiet place so that others would not disturb him.

"If you don't provoke right and wrong, it doesn't mean that right and wrong won't provoke you. Isn't today's palace Linglong a good example of reconciliation?"

Rong Wan didn't notice it himself. There was something sour in his tone.

Changsheng was stunned, stretched out his hand and touched her head. "Let's talk about it when we go back. Let your father check it. He will be clear."

Rong Wan tilted his head, and the hand that seemed to grow up slipped off her head. "I know that you don't say it. The throwing knife is going to take it back as evidence. OK, let's wait until you go back. I'm tired. I'll sleep for a while. When it's time, you call me."

Then she leaned aside, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. In fact, she didn't know how to look at longevity.

The heart is in a mess, and I think of Gong Linglong's previous intimate embrace of his arm. The waves in front of his chest are all pasted on his arm, right?

Although across the clothes and cloth

Although he is a monk

But in the final analysis, he is still a man!

At this time, she had completely forgotten that she had said not long ago that a monk was a man.

Looking at the rolling eyes under her thin eyelids, Chang Sheng knew that she had no one at all, and there should be a lot of things at this time.

He didn't reveal Rong's false sleep. He sat upright and looked around carefully.

I followed her only for peace of mind.

Now, the dream... Seems to have begun to come true.

The carriages in front kept shaking and occasionally exposed a corner of the street.

"Ice sugar gourd -- selling ice sugar gourd -"

Changsheng suddenly saw a peddler passing by with a straw handle, which was full of red sugar gourd.

Suddenly a scene of deja vu flashed through my mind!

……

"You two, here we are!"

The coachman stopped the carriage.

Rong night, who had been pretending to sleep, didn't need to be called at all, so he opened his eyes.

However, he was stunned as soon as he opened his eyes.

"You... When..."

Rong Wan looked in surprise at the young monk sitting in front of him with a string of sugar gourd in his hand.

There is an unspeakable strangeness in this painting style, mainly because Changsheng is too incompatible with this string of sugar gourd.

He doesn't look like he can eat sugar gourd.

The next moment, Changsheng sent his hand forward, "here you are."

"For me?"