Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Langlian went to the front and stood still. When he entered the cult, he had to follow the rules of the cult.

"I'm here to see the leader."

Ji Rao waved, as if asked casually, "where have you been?"

Languid convergence half hesitated, "my subordinates in the mountains to stay really boring some, then down the mountain to find a drink."

I don't know whether Ji raoxin believed it or not. Song Qing twisted his eyebrows and said in a light voice, "don't go down the mountain easily next time. You're not safe alone."

"Yes."

Ji Rao is lazy. Her eyelids droop slightly. She looks at the people below indifferently and says in a loud voice, "from today on, lazy convergence is the right Dharma protector I teach. This is the proof."

After that, a thing flew toward Yonglian. Yonglian reached out to catch it, but it was a token. He held the token in both hands and said, "thank you, master."

The following disciples of the demon sect exclaimed, "the leader is holy and bright, the Dharma protector is powerful, the demon sect will last forever, and the heaven will be the same!"

Ji Rao's big sleeve covered his lips and yawned, then waved his sleeve, "it's all scattered."

In the middle of the month, Ji Rao walked back in his wheelchair. When he got to the yard, he waved a few maidservants back, leaving only a few close to him. Push open the door to go in, inside the incense burner blowing curl of white smoke, a room is light sandalwood.

Hot water has been put in it. Ji Rao takes off her clothes and goes inside. It was foggy and steamy. Ji Rao threw his clothes and sat in with his hands.

The feeling of hot water surrounding his whole body made him sigh. His whole heart seemed to relax. He closed his eyes gently, and didn't even know when he was going to sleep.

Until he felt someone holding him.

As soon as Song Qing came in, he saw the smell of water vapor. Knowing that Ji Rao was taking a bath, he paused at the table. Then he unhurriedly untied his big sleeve and rolled up his sleeve to read the book on the table. After turning two pages, he began to feel that something was wrong.

"Master?"

There was no response.

Song Qing put down his book, raised his feet and walked in. He walked around the screen and saw Ji Rao sitting in the bath bucket. The bath bucket was no longer hot. His head was tilted to one side and his body was red.

At that moment, Ji Rao's clever appearance made Song Qing feel soft. He went to explore the water temperature, found some cold, then casually pulled a piece of cloth, bent over to hold Ji Rao up.

Ji Rao's eyes were opened at the moment when he was held up. It was filled with water and mist, like stars in the sky. When he saw that it was the Song Dynasty, he relaxed again.

"But tired?"

Ji Rao is not very sober. She can't hear the tenderness of drowning people in Song Qing's tone. She just subconsciously says "Oh". The voice is fragile and soft. It's like a kitten humming softly, tickling people's hearts.

Song Qing put him on the bed with great tenderness. First, he pressed his leg for him. Thinking of Ji Rao's broken leg, Song Qing's eyes became darker.

Then he pulled aside the bedding and pulled it to Ji Rao's shoulder. Ji Rao snorted and turned over to sleep.

Song Qing holds the bedside with one hand and puts the other on Ji Rao's shoulder. Looking at Ji Rao's ruddy side face, he feels that his heart is filled with satisfaction.

Tomorrow they will be married.

Ji Rao has been depressed since Heiling left, and his health has been getting worse. At that time, the affairs of the demon sect were all on Song Qing. He had little spare time. It was so easy for him to take time to see him. At that time, Ji Rao was sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard. When the wind came, Ji Rao covered his mouth and coughed two times in a low voice.