Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

"The candle is too dark to add two more to the king." Si Junling picked up the brush and read the things in his hand and said in a voice.

Almost subconsciously, he glanced around the room.

Put a room of palace lanterns, but also inlaid with a few good night pearl.

It's almost as bright as a modern electric light. He still feels dark? Although

's youth words make complaints about him, he can not refuse.

Had to get up to go outside the house, let the servants get the candle, she will put all the palace lamps in the house, all the candles in the house have been replaced.

Looking at Si Junling's cold face.

Young words holding hands just changed, there are some warm candle abdominal Fei.

If he dares to say that the candle in the room is too bright, she must slap the candle on his face.

Although Si Junling is low head, the rest light but faintly can see a face filled with indignation of young words, the lip corner tiny hook, "come here, for this Wang Mo Mo."

Young words look at the ink that obviously still exists

"Lord, if you need a maid, I'll call one for you."

What do you mean by deliberately tossing her here?

"Of course, if you don't want the maid in this mansion, you can also invite the Wei side imperial concubine. I think Wei side imperial concubine will be very willing."

Since Wei sirou is so unfair, she was left behind just now.

Can't you just let her go?

At the moment, the young man didn't realize that his mind was developing in an unpredictable direction.

The acid in the tone.

Si Junling heard clearly.

A little smile in the eyes, very shallow, but unconsciously in the tone of the leak out.

"Just now, I was convinced that the imperial concubine should do her duty. At present, there are only you and me, but you often mention Wei side princess. Is the princess jealous?"

Si Junling was in a good mood. He could even tease the young people and say it easily.

Young words were shocked by Si Junling's words.

Then he reacted with a cold face, "Lord, narcissism is a disease."

Being rebuffed by the youth, Si Junling was not unhappy at all.

The tip of the brush in the hand slightly pointed to the side, "come and sharpen the ink."

The youth is not willing to go, but still have to accept the fate of the past.

He took the ink bar and grinded it slowly.

Si Junling also focused on the things in front of him.

It was too quiet in the study.

In addition to the occasional voice of Si Junling's writing, nothing can be heard.

Young words idle boring, subconsciously toward the direction of Si Junling in the past.

He basically can't understand what he is reading.

But have to say, Si Junling's face, or very eye-catching.

The night outside faded away.

The young man stood still, repeating the same boring and boring action.

From time to time, I covered my mouth and yawned.

In the eye socket slowly accumulated some tears.

Looking at Si Junling again.

As before, there was no reaction at all.

But she was really sleepy and wanted to sleep

Young words continue to move like a mechanical hand, subconsciously looking at Si Junling.

So serious that she didn't dare to disturb.

I don't dare to make any unnecessary noise.

Ah, when can I go back

I can't bear to be young.