Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Although she was only a nominal princess in the mansion, on the day of returning home, Jun Ling's superficial Kung Fu was quite good.

With a smile, the young man nodded to the shadow wind, and with his arm on his arm, he jumped quietly and walked briskly onto the carriage.

Also in front of the shadow wind very low voice way sound, "thank you very much."

As a servant, Yingfeng is duty bound to serve the master. He didn't expect that he would say thanks when he was young. He was a little bit stunned before he reacted. He was quite flattered and said, "the princess is too small."

The heart is nervous.

There seems to be a big gap between the three princesses and the ones they found.

I didn't expect that my habitual words would lead to so much speculation and reaction from others.

Just lift the curtain of the carriage and bend down to sit in.

The carriage is exquisite and magnificent, inlaid with two small night pearls. The ground is covered with a woolen blanket with pure white color and excellent handle, and a low table is placed on it.

Jun Ling's ink clothes form a strong visual contrast with the pure white woolen blanket.

But inexplicable eye.

On the low table, there is a black and white chessboard.

Jun Ling is playing chess with herself.

Young words sit on the side of the side, silent.

He really loves chess.

Playing chess all the time.

I don't know what's interesting about playing chess with myself.

Young CI knew nothing about go. After staring at it for a while, he couldn't help feeling sleepy.

Lean on the carriage, head down a little bit, bit by bit.

Jun Ling's remaining light can't help but fall on the young body.

She was so sleepy that she had to fall in front of her several times.

But every time appropriate to stabilize their own body.

I can't help but hook my lips slightly.

Put down the last piece in your hand.

The voice was cool, "princess?"

Young words suddenly heard someone call her, a reflexive "ah".

I've been sleepy, and I haven't been able to recover.

"Lord, do you call me?"

Jun Ling only felt a little smile, as if to overflow from his mouth, but was slightly suppressed by him, "well, I don't feel well in my legs. Come to massage this king."

Massage?

The young words suddenly woke up.

It's on the carriage, and it will soon arrive at the Shangshu mansion. What kind of motorcycle?

Jun Ling, isn't she deliberately troubling her?

"Wang Ye, your leg disease is an old disease for many years. If you really don't feel well, I suggest you find a doctor to look at it in the sunshine."

Instead of coming to her if there's nothing wrong.

Jun Ling slightly raised eyebrows, "Oh? The princess, is this not willing? "

This tone is clearly a threat!

"Yes, of course," he said. I will obey the Lord's orders. "

Young words helpless, as long as the side of the body, drag the body heavy formal dress, barely squat in the Junling legs.

But the space in this carriage is too small.

Her clothes were so heavy that she couldn't use them at all.

The young man looked around.

After biting his teeth, he resolutely lifted his robe and sat down directly on the ground.

Raise your hand and start massage for Junling.

Such heroic action, but will Jun Ling also slightly surprised to some extent.

"The princess really makes me look at you with great admiration."

It's not as elegant as she was when she came out.

"Young words lift an eye to smile," let the Lord see laugh

Could she have been so heroic if it hadn't been for his deliberately difficult work?

young words make complaints about the bottom of their hearts.

But I dare not show half of it.