Transmigrated Princess

Su Xiangwan's mind was blank. He only remembered Su Niang's safety. He didn't even care about his fear.

Fortunately, Su Niang bumped and tilted, and Kan Kan wiped her face with the dagger, and finally fell to the ground unharmed.

Su confirmed before the evening and breathed a sigh of relief: "fortunately, people are all right. They just fainted."

The blank in her mind faded, and she remembered something later, and her back stiffened.

You don't have to look at her to know that Zhao Rongxian is staring at her.

Here we are.

She comforted herself, then turned back and smiled at Zhao Rong and said, "ha ha... Yes, it's me... Surprised? Surprised?"

"..." Zhao Rongxian twitched at the corner of his eyebrow.

Su Xiangwan felt that the atmosphere of embarrassment was about to overflow the sky.

Especially Su Niang, who was still dizzy between the two people, stabbed them with a hint of what had happened.

She hurriedly stood up and organized the speech she had practiced a hundred times in her heart——

Under Zhao Rongxian's condensed eyes, those words spit out and finally become, "it's Yuansi, which Yuansi taught me."

Yuan Si was afraid of being discovered by Zhao Rongxian's dark guard. He hid far away. At this time, he sneezed for no reason.

Zhao Rongxian seemed to be trying to suppress something. After a half ring, he calmed down, his face was slightly green and said, "it's your ability to find it."

Know his whereabouts, arrange in advance in Jinyu restaurant and meet unexpectedly.

It is impossible for Su Xiangwan to do it alone.

Zhao Rongxian was most surprised that Yuansi would help her. This time it was his negligence.

He calculated countless things that Su Xiang might do at the party, but he didn't include the accident.

When Su Xiangwan heard this, he knew he had passed the pass.

She pressed her aching heart tied too tightly by her clothes and gasped, calming her mind.

Zhao Rongxian had already walked back and sat down. Su Xiangwan looked at it in a daze. Then he ran into the house, brought a mattress from the bed, untied Su Niang and covered her with a quilt.

It's cold on the ground. She also took off people's clothes. Now there's only so much she can do.

Zhao Rongxian's eyebrows jumped. Finally, he simply disappeared and pinned his eyes.

She... Can she stop?

Su Xiangwan helped Su Niang cover the quilt, quietly raised his eyes to see Zhao Rongxian, and then quickly walked into the inner room.

Just now she was in a hurry, and her skirt was in disorder, not to mention her clothes were too tight. When she pulled it, I didn't know where to entangle it. It was like squeezing out the last breath in her heart. It was very uncomfortable.

The current shape is like the original Fan Bingbing's Wu Zetian, who gathered more than half of her chest and exposed it. It's still an extruded version. How do you look at it and how hot your eyes are.

You can't see people like this.

She found a sheltered corner, untied the Ru skirt, untied the tied apron, loosened her heart, and the sense of bondage tightly closed disappeared. The feeling of frequent death faded, and she only felt that the whole person seemed to have come back to life.

There was a small pair of scissors on the table. She cut a small hole in her too tight apron from the back. Then she put it on carefully. Although it was still tied tightly, at least she didn't feel like dying.

Su Xiangwan finished his work and walked to Zhao Rongxian with a long skirt.

She stood upright, like a subordinate waiting for training, and was fully prepared to listen to the training.

"Your Highness King Yu is well." she bowed and saluted Zhao Rongxian.

When Zhao Rongxian was about to say something, he just felt the tip of his nose itch and something brushed past.

Su Xiangwan also saw it. He said strangely, "there seems to be something?"

Of course, she said, but she didn't dare to come forward to see it.

Zhao Rongxian raised his hand and touched a little soft pieces. The pieces wrapped around, which made people inexplicably upset. When he put his hand on, he suddenly closed it. When he looked down, there was a small ball of white cotton wool on his hand.

silk thread?

Zhao Rong paused and then looked at Su Xiangwan.

One end of the broken silk thread fell into his palm, and the other end wound very long. I don't know which corner disappeared in the air.

Su Xiangwan didn't know what Zhao Rongxian's eyes were. He didn't dare to ask, but looked along his eyes.

Like silk thread?

Where did you get the silk thread

No... she reacted quickly and heard a small noise.

The voice was too thin to tell what it was, but Su Xiangwan was sure it was uploaded from her.

Zhao Rongxian obviously heard it and turned to look at her.

The strange noise came again. Su Xiangwan heard it clearly this time. It was the sound of the tight silk thread suddenly breaking and loosening.

Before she could react, she felt a loose heart. The line was torn off from nowhere. One by one, all of it collapsed.

The clothes were well worn on her body, but the broken silk thread on the cloth helped her open an ultra-low neckline.

——Still under Zhao Rongxian's attention.

Su Xiangwan quickly covered it with his hand and said, "there is something wrong with this dress, Su Niang... She... Is too small for me to wear, so I took a pair of scissors and cut a mouth..."

No, No.

What do you mean, Su Niang is too young.

"No, it's because the clothes are too tight. I'm in pain..."

they hurt? Su Xiangwan felt that he was going in a strange direction again. He quickly shut his mouth again. Finally, he seemed to give up the explanation. Some broken cans broke down the tunnel: "that's what you saw. You pulled the thread on my clothes, and then the clothes broke."

Knock on the blackboard and draw the key points.

You can't pull the thread on your clothes!

One by one, you never know what will happen if you pull it off!

Su Xiangwan is really tired.

He seemed to have accepted her calmly. He didn't know when he could toss out new tricks. There was no superfluous expression on his face to give her.

Zhao Rongxian stood up, took off his robe and threw it over.

"Cover it." he said coldly and indifferently.

The water blue robe also has residual temperature, mixed with the light fragrance of rose tea, which smells very good.

Su Xiangwan took it in flattery, thought for a while, and put it on.

It's always hard to make the big guy's eyes hot.

Under the water blue robe, there is a Chinese dress with white crescent. The light lines are shining with fine silver light, arrogant and luxurious.

The boss's clothes are very good, low-key, luxurious and connotative.

Su Xiangwan thought disorderly. When he was distracted, he heard Zhao Rong say in a voice: "have you thought about it? How to convince me."

Although her voice was still cold, perhaps her clothes were too warm, and she even heard a mild taste.

Zhao Rongxian didn't seem angry with her.

I didn't feel upset because she made a mess.

Probably too lazy to argue with her.

She sat down tentatively. Seeing that Zhao Rongxian was not different, she thought and said slowly, "I have nothing to convince your highness."

Zhao Rongxian raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Su Xiangwan gave up those calculations, hypocrisy and speculation, and said frankly and directly, "I'll see the Lord."