Princess hard to chase: demon husband, don't be reckless!

"Who told you to piss her off, huh?" The voice of evil spirit spread with a trace of anger.

The hidden edge dispersed in an instant. At the moment when his eyes looked at each other, Rong Fu felt that he was out of breath.

Wronged and innocent.

"Sir, you let Princess Fengming go."

"The word of this temple is for you."

The dangerous nasal sound covered up all the unknown emotions, and the atmosphere condensed for a moment.

"Ah..."

Did you say it to him? Rong Fu quickly flashed a flash of amazement in his low eyes, and immediately attached himself to admit his mistake: "my subordinates know the crime, now go and ask Princess Fengming to come back."

"It's late. You can't ask her back. "

In the tent, the man covered with water drops was naked, and the blood fell down the textured muscles.

Blood and water are mixed with the water beads left after a man wipes his body. Under the warm lamp, it is flirtatious and strange.

He gently raised his eyes and glanced at the mahogany medicine box carried by Rong Fu. The strange emotion spread in his eyes.

"Leave things, you, get out!"

"My subordinates leave." Rong Fu didn't dare to look for abuse in the tent. He quickly put down his things and ran away.

"What about his injury?"

His legs naturally overlapped, and his slender fingers rested on a weathered and withered Populus euphratica tree. He lianyunlu looked at his forehead with a cold sweat.

Rong Fu's expression froze. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Didn't she leave?

"Well, let me guess, something was left. So... You were scolded? "

The woman's words are cold and boundless, like the sound of touching strings issued by old musical instruments, with a faint smile.

Her return and departure was unexpected. Rong Fu retreated slightly and admitted his mistake: "as your highness thought, the little one is not comprehensive. He treats others by himself, which makes your highness angry and the Lord angry. The little one should die."

So, did the cold man really swear?

It's cute.

Her kindness is not wasted.

She gently pulled the corner of her lips. She continued carelessly: "I don't care if you deserve to die. I just want to know if he was seriously injured and how the situation is now."

Rong Fu was stunned and thought for a moment. What this means is that the little princess only cares about their prince?

Remembering his master's special attitude towards her, Rong Fu hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "the scars are deep into the bone, some serious, but your highness doesn't like to be touched. He has always dealt with the injuries himself. So... "

"I see. You go down and have a rest first. Go to the fire and eat some roast lamb legs and drink some milk to warm up your body. Your master has it and give it to me. "

Well, Rong Fu was afraid that he might think wrong about his crown prince again, so he had to watch helianyun dew into the tent.

"What should I do? I'm afraid the tradition of being not close to women's sex will be broken." There was a little tension in the murmuring voice.

"If you break it, it's time for a woman to challenge the extremely cold peak. Otherwise... "Rong Qian restrained his smile:" even if you finally get revenge and seize the throne of ancient Yue, you are completely alone, without wife and children, and you live a lonely life. "

"But Princess Fengming, she... Er..." Rong Fu grabbed his black hair, thought of her miserable romantic history, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

"It's all right. Experience is also good. At least the Lord won't hurt too much at the wedding night. "

"Shit, brother, you..." Rong Fu blushed when Rong Qian's meat and vegetables were not taboo.