Transmigrated Princess

Zhao Rongxian got up and helped her to the soft collapse.

Although the room was not very luxurious, the bed Satin was excellent, smooth and soft.

She was so drunk that she fell into his arms.

Zhao Rongxian doesn't drink much. Even if he drinks, he is very restrained and has never been drunk.

The air was filled with wine. Her cheeks were stained with warm purplish red. Looking at them in the dim candlelight, there was a restlessness that stirred her heart strings.

His eyes wandered around the room for a week, then fixed on the censer, looking slightly cold.

Incense and something to inspire people.

It's normal to have such a thing in such a place.

He picked up a bean and popped it out of his fingertips. A few steps away, the censer was hit and made a slight noise.

Then the light smoke was cut off and the incense in it was extinguished.

After putting out the incense burner, he closed his eyes and sat down. After a long time of meditation, the agitation in his heart disappeared.

The room was very quiet, but he had excellent ear power. He could hear her light breathing, as if it were between his neck.

He held out his hand unconsciously, and suddenly stopped and took it back when he approached her eyebrow.

The next moment he seemed to be possessed and lay on her side.

Eyebrows and eyes are close, and even breathing meet in one place.

He knew very clearly what he was doing. The effect of incense had dissipated a lot. Even if it had an impact, the effect was very little.

He watched him ignore the shackles that bound him and degenerate into a brief indulgence.

Degenerate and enjoy it.

The person you like is close in front of you and lying beside you.

That's how it feels.

He touched her forehead, felt the temperature from her forehead, and his heart was filled with a strange emotion, which swelled almost painful.

He put her in his arms. It seems that she can be imprisoned forever. She can't go anywhere. She will stay with him forever. It seems that only in this way can the pain steaming from her heart be relieved slightly.

——This man is mine.

Just thinking so, he is willing to hold all his likes in front of her without reservation.

With a squeak behind him, the door was opened and suddenly broke the warmth of the flow in the air.

Qinghui shook her mind. A gust of wind came to her eyes. A dagger wiped her cheek and vertically embedded into the door fence behind her.

She was still holding a stack of thick paper slips in her hand, and they all fell to the ground.

Almost, almost she died.

"Who let you in?" Zhao Rongxian had already got up, and there was a strange violence on him under the shadow.

Qinghui's legs were a little soft. Kankan stabilized his body. Then he knelt down and said, "I... I just knocked on the door and saw that there was no response..."

She looked at the people sleeping on the collapse and felt a sudden and inexplicable panic in her heart.

Qinghui lowered her head. She always felt that as long as she looked up and saw something at this moment, the people in front of her might not let her live.

Zhao Rongxian got up and walked in front of her.

The moonlight came in from the door and fell on his slender white fingertips.

He picked up the scattered paper from the ground.

Qinghui couldn't see his expression, but heard him say, "here are all the things she wants?"

"Yes," she replied carefully.

Two hours is too much to say.

In fact, more than one hour is enough, but Qinghui has always been smooth. It's always good to say more.

This meeting found everything the other party wanted. She was afraid that people would wait in the room for a long time, so she hurried to find it.

She knocked on the door for a moment, but there was no response. She thought that the people in the room were tired and might be resting. She wanted to push the door in, put down her things and leave.

Now the third watch is over. She is really tired and has a rest for a while. It's normal. She didn't expect such a situation when she pushed the door in.

"Get out," he said aloud.

Qinghui was relieved to notice that the sinking pressure was slightly dispersed.

She lowered her head and said softly, "then I'll go out first. If you have anything, just find me."

Zhao Rongxian didn't speak.

She walked slowly out, and then closed the door again.

He glanced at the information about Yan Tianfang, and then put it on the table.

Yan Tianfang's story is not very special, and Zhao Rongxian is not interested.

When he put down his things and raised his head, he saw Su Xiangwan lying on the soft couch, caressing his forehead and sitting up.

It's like waking up.

Zhao Rongxian is preparing to walk over and take a step.

No, not exactly.

He found Su Xiangwan looking at him with a very strange and indifferent look.

He only saw this look once. At that time, he sneaked into her room and wanted to take her life. When he was drugged, she wanted to stab him with a knife. It was so cruel and cold.

It was the moment when he caught a glimpse of her true face.

Being clever, kind, humble and pleasing are all her means of survival.

He used to be confused by her.

No matter which face, it was her, but the person in front of her was what she had never shown before.

Zhao Rongxian did not pass, but sat at the table from a distance.

She watched with vigilance for a long time. After confirming that there was no danger, she got up in a trance.

There was tea on the table. She unconsciously poured a cup and drank it by instinct.

Then he looked at Zhao Rongxian and said, "what time is it?"

The night was thick, and everything outside was like soaking in thick ink. There was nothing but darkness.

He didn't answer, just looked at her puzzled.

Su Xiangwan was even more puzzled. She looked around and didn't know what she was looking for.

Zhao Rongxian thought she was looking for the paper slips sent by Qinghui and said to her, "Qinghui has sent what you want. We can go."

Su Xiangwan was confused.

She didn't seem to think of Qinghui, or where she was or what she was going to do.

After Zhao Rongxian asked this, she knew that the wine didn't wake up, and she was still drunk.

"I have a headache." she frowned and didn't go to get the paper slips. "It should be very late. Why don't you go back first."

Zhao Rongxian didn't say anything. He just put away the paper slips and asked her, "can you go by yourself?"

Su Xiangwan looked at him as if he were looking at him, and then said, "of course."

Although her steps were unsteady, she was steady and left here with little difficulty.

In the middle of the night in the mountains, the temperature went down sharply. She seemed a little cold and bowed her head and grasped her clothes.

Yuan Si waited in the carriage for the middle of the night. He saw someone from a distance and drove up quickly.

"Lord," he called respectfully.

Zhao Rongxian nodded, and then Yuan Si looked at Su Xiangwan.

Unexpectedly, Su didn't even look at him at night, but just got on the carriage.

If at ordinary times, she would not get on the carriage in front of Zhao Rongxian, but today she doesn't know what happened

Yuansi wondered, but Zhao Rongxian didn't say anything, so he didn't ask.

She was sitting upright in the carriage, completely different from when she came.

When he came up and sat down, Su Xiangwan said, "what scene are we shooting? Why can't I remember?"

Zhao Rongxian didn't understand what she was talking about. "What play?"

But she seemed to fall into deeper confusion, "where are the others? Where have they all gone?"

He thought for a while and replied, "when I was ugly, I probably slept."

“？？？”

She touched her forehead as if she had a headache. "Are you new? I haven't seen you before..."

So drunk that no one can recognize it.

Zhao Rongxian felt funny and thought, "you've seen it, you forgot."

She seemed embarrassed.

"There are an endless stream of rookies. You look good. You look good. Your acting skills are also good. Work hard and have a good future."

She didn't think of the man, but she encouraged him in a familiar tone.

After saying this, she looked indifferent again. Obviously, she didn't want to talk to him too much and didn't need extra friendship.

Zhao Rongxian listened to her incoherent words and didn't care if they were messy words.

"My name is Zhao Rongxian," he said to her as if he had just met her.

"Zhao Rongxian?" she murmured several times.

It sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere.

Then, she suddenly brightened her eyes, "the one who played the king of Henan..."

The king of Henan is the king of Henan.

He doesn't quite understand why the word "performance" should be added in front of it.

"How can a great devil like King Yu find someone like you to play? Your temperament is more suitable for playing a male master." Su Xiangwan commented with the eyes of a professional person.

Zhao Rongxian looked at her meaningfully: "big devil?"

Was that how she thought of him in her heart?

However, Su Xiangwan seemed tired and didn't bother to continue the topic. "This role is not difficult. It's still the second male. It's OK for newcomers. Just play it well."

When she had finished speaking, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of the carriage.

For the first time in his life, Zhao Rongxian was admonished with a tone of lesson. The key is that after the training, he was ignored indifferently.

She exudes a powerful posture extremely naturally.

It was a kind of spirit that was not humble, stiff back and looked down at everyone.

She should not be an ordinary business woman. At the right time, she broke free from the shackles of her current identity until she no longer needs to grovel and compromise to survive.

That's what she should be.

Breathing gradually evenly, Zhao Rongxian looked at it, and Su Xiangwan had gone to sleep.

I woke up just now. The farce was like a dream.