Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Half an hour later.

Outside the palace, carriage.

With the medicine box in his hand, the young man subconsciously walked towards the carriage behind him.

But was called back by the voice behind him, "go where?"

In the tone of Si Junling, it is obvious that he took two points of displeasure.

Young words subconsciously a Leng, looking back at Si Junling puzzled.

There are two carriages here. Isn't the one at the back for her?

Guan Zhong is aware of the delicate atmosphere between the two men.

Can't help but hit a roundabout way, "princess, you and the prince sit together."

Sit with Si Junling?

It's OK to prepare for those two.

young words silently make complaints about it.

Without saying anything, he stood by the carriage with his mouth curled, waiting for Si Junling to go up first.

Si Junling pushed the wheelchair to the side, and did not wait for the young to respond.

The waist side suddenly has an arm, will her entire person to embrace.

Then a piece of sleeve in front of my eyes brushed.

Soon, she was left on the soft seat.

At the eye's eye, they were all of fine fur, which covered the whole carriage.

It's warm and comfortable.

It's rich and willful.

Young words moved a little towards the side, as far as possible from Si Junling's distance.

Reaching out, I haven't touched the book on the low desk.

"Si Junling cold voice drink," come here, give this king massage

Massage?

The movement of the young man's speech was frozen in the air.

I have an incredible look at Si Junling.

Is he kidding?

Good legs, what can I press?

Looking at the obvious resistance of young words.

Si Junling was upset.

Is he a monster?

Need her to resist like this?

But partial life, at this moment of Si Junling, can only use such a method, can let her rely on their own closer.

"Need this king to say it a second time?" Si Junling did not like to repeat it again.

Although not much bad tone.

But it's a clear sign of someone's bad mood.

Forget it. He's the king. He's the oldest.

Young speech silently sat down to Si Junling's leg, the action familiar to him slowly massage up.

It's just not as hard as it used to be.

It's a pair of healthy legs anyway.

Nothing, the so-called massage is just to ease the muscles and bones.

Si Junling dropped her eyes slightly.

Head down, eye contact.

Only the beautiful hair of young words.

Sitting on his side.

I can't see the resistance on her face and the escape written all over her body.

Barely let Si Junling's mood, slightly better two points.

Slight narrowing of eyebrows and eyes.

I will know what you think in your heart.

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the carriage slowly entered the palace.

He never stopped on his way.

I feel my wrists are going to be sour.

After entering the palace, the voice of the servants can be heard on the road.

"Yes."

After waiting for a long time, the young man's words finally came to Si Junling's words.

It fell on her ears like an amnesty.

When young CI just sat up with his body, he was pulled by Si Junling.

Straight into his arms.

She clenched her wrist in her hand.

Si Junling's cold voice sounded in the ear, "tired? I will give you a pinch. "

Young words:

Is this man taking the wrong medicine today?

It's okay. Let her help with the massage.

Press it for so long.

Now he's tired of stretching herself for her?

Which tendon is wrong?

"No, Lord. I'm fine."

Just let her sit down for a while.

Si Junling pursed his lips and didn't speak, but kept people in his arms.