Transmigrated Princess

Her small stature was nestled in front of her heart, and the hair collar of her cloak was flying, which made his neck itch.

It's drunk. It looks like falling asleep.

Her white face glowed with a little purplish red. Her closed eyes pressed down her calculation and wisdom, but there were only pure kindness and cleverness that could deceive people.

Yuan Si was stunned and looked at the scene. He raised his hand slightly and was ready to receive people.

Afraid of Zhao Rongxian's unhappiness, he threw Su Xiangwan out directly.

Housekeeper Wu was also frightened.

Although this is the guest invited by the eldest lady of the Gu family, it annoys Zhao Rongxian, and he won't pity her.

Both of them were at a loss. Seeing that Zhao Rongxian hadn't moved for a long time, they didn't dare to speak easily.

"What are you doing? Prepare the guest room for rest." Zhao Rongxian ordered coldly.

The shock was even worse. Housekeeper Wu didn't even respond quickly. "Yes... My subordinates... I'll arrange it now."

Since the establishment of the prince's house, housekeeper Wu has no idea what a guest room is.

Prince Yu's residence is not for foreigners.

On weekdays, no guests will come, and where will they stay.

So while he was surprised, he was also in a hurry, "I don't know... Which yard to place in?"

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, and then said, "forget it, you don't have to arrange it. Step back."

Housekeeper Wu couldn't guess the king's intention and withdrew.

Yuansi watched housekeeper Wu leave and said, "my subordinates will arrange a carriage to take her back."

He took it for granted that Zhao Rongxian didn't want Su Xiang to stay in the palace of Prince Yu.

Su Xiangwan can't make an exception because his family doesn't stay with foreigners.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rongxian said, "when someone came back to Su's house, he said that she and Gu Wan were drunk at the banquet and didn't return tonight. Then let her maid come to Linyuan pavilion to serve."

"Wang... Wang Ye..." Yuan Si was not frightened enough all his life. At this moment, he was about to stop talking. Just then he said, "Linyuan Pavilion is the Lord's bedroom. The Lord asked her to stay in Linyuan Pavilion. Then... What about the Lord?"

"Do you need to tell you where the king is going?" Zhao Rongxian said coldly.

Yuansi glanced at Su Xiangwan, who was drunk and unconscious, as if he had made a decision after thinking for a long time, and then suddenly knelt down.

Zhao Rongxian looked at him coldly.

Yuansi took a deep breath and just said, "Lord, although Su Xiangwan is a business woman, she has helped Lord a lot. So... It's inappropriate."

Zhao Rongxian's expression moved slightly, and his voice lowered a little: "why, how long have you been with her, and you really treat yourself as her person?"

He knew what Yuansi was thinking and didn't rush to refute.

Yuansi was a martyr trained by him. He never said a word "no" in front of him. Now he can protect Su Xiangwan in this way, which really surprised him.

Yuan Si lowered his head and said firmly, "my subordinates don't have any, but they still work for her one day. We need to treat her as our master. Isn't that what the LORD said?"

"I remember that you wanted to send her to King Yu's house. It's a good opportunity to come back in good faith."

"Previously... My subordinates misunderstood her." Yuan Si whispered.

He also stubbornly believed that Su Xiangwan was trying to cling to powerful women by all means, so he didn't need to be soft at all to use her.

I don't think so now.

"If the Lord likes her... Even if she is humble and justifiably carried in as a concubine, it is not an injustice to her..." Yuan Si pinched his palm and stretched himself like a straight line, "I hope the Lord... Don't treat her like this."

Zhao Rongxian looked down at Su Xiangwan with his eyes closed, and a light smile appeared in his eyes.

"Get up," he said.

Yuan Si loosened his hand, "Lord?"

"You seem to have a good time in Su's house."

Yuansi just said, "she didn't treat villains badly."

"When I went back to my house just now, I saw her go out of the yard and turn around to see you on the roof. She ran into the house again and took the wine to talk to you." the moonlight was reflected gently, and Zhao Rongxian's voice was sandwiched in the night, which made people feel a lot more gentle: "she should be afraid of your hometown revisiting and touching the scenery to find what you said."

Yuan Si calmed down for a moment, "my subordinates know."

It's not hard to see Su's thoughts about good night.

Ran out and talked about a bunch of irrelevant words with him. Yuan Si was not stupid. Naturally, she could feel her intention.

He could have ignored her. Finally, he thought it would be harmless to play with her, so he really ran to housekeeper Wu.

These are childish things that he didn't like before.

Later, she found that childishness also had childish fun. She knew it and enjoyed it.

As long as everyone is happy, she seems to be all right.

Yuansi didn't know what it was like to be happy, but he thought he should be happy.

"Remember what you said today. If you are with her all day, she will be your master." Zhao Rongxian's voice is not high, but it is sonorous and powerful, like a rock, firmly pressed down.

"Yes," said Yuan Si.

He picked Su Xiangwan up and said, "go down."

Yuan Si's heart fell firmly back into his stomach and became steadfast.

Zhao Rongxian's ability to say these words proves that he really values Su Xiangwan, not when she is a humble business woman who comes and goes when she moves, nor is it a temporary novelty and whim.

He did not despise her.

He thinks too much himself.

The Lord has never been like that.

Yuansi got up, stepped aside and made room for Zhao Rongxian.

Su xiangnight fell asleep for a moment and opened his eyes faintly.

She is being held by a princess on an unknown road.

Lanterns flicker, candles dim, there is the smell of grass in the cold wind, and the moonlight sprinkles on the antique yard, giving people a sense of chaos in time and space.

She couldn't think of anything. Her mind seemed to be mixed with paste.

Filming?

Filming again?

She raised her head and looked up, stunned: "I know you."

House fight drama, male 2, Zhao Rongxian.

There is no other impression except good-looking.

What about the others?

Where's the camera?

Su Xiangwan covered her forehead and couldn't remember anything. She felt that there was a place stuck in her brain, which made her lose her most basic thinking ability.

Zhao Rongxian paused, looked down at her for a few eyes, seemed to understand something, and said in a voice, "you're drunk."

The last time I went back to Tianxian building, Su Xiangwan was drunk once.

She looks like she's not drunk, but her eyes are chaotic. In other words, she's confused now. Maybe she doesn't even know who she is and where she is.

"Me? I'm drunk again?" Su Xiangwan seemed to hear something funny. "I won't be drunk if you're drunk. I'm very sober."

She can drink very well. How can she get drunk?

Zhao Rongxian looked motionless. "People who are drunk will say they are not drunk."

Su Xiangwan smiled silently. "If you want to take advantage of me, you have to find a better excuse."

She was hugged by Zhao Rongxian. She could obviously feel that his back stiffened when he heard this sentence.

Then he said, "you can go by yourself. I'll put you down."

Oh, will you be sorry?

Where is this pure young man from?

Su Xiangwan has been in the entertainment industry for so long that he has never seen any real pure feelings. Most of them are pretended.

She knew clearly in her heart and had a dispute. Then she said, "hold it. It's cheap anyway. I didn't say I mind."

When she finished, she skillfully stretched out her hand and put her arm around his neck.

Zhao Rongxian's back became more stiff. Su Xiangwan could feel that he even tightened his arms.

He didn't really put her down. He just kept holding her forward and didn't know where he was going.

"Don't worry, the king will be responsible," he said suddenly.

She has played many plays and had all kinds of physical contact with actors, but even if she is close, she clearly knows that it is false.

No matter how you enter the play, no matter how warm your arms are, they are separated by heavy clothes, like a wall, which will never warm your heart.

But when she was held by him at this time, she had an unprecedented peace of mind.

It seems that I have known each other for a long time, and every cell in my body cries out for endless trust in this person.

Su Xiangwan's head tingled.

"Are you... Too deep into the play?" she raised her other hand and pressed her temple. "How do you want to be responsible, hug and marry me?"

When she pressed, she heard him say "Hmm" in a trance.

The voice was not loud, but she heard it clearly.

From ear to mind.

Su Xiangwan smiled, "tut Tut, what's the matter? Did your company ask you to ask me to fry gossip and CP, so you can go out for red?"

Zhao Rongxian couldn't understand what she was saying, but repeated, "you're drunk. Don't talk nonsense."

Su Xiangwan didn't stop, but he shouted again, "where are you taking me now? Are you going back to my room?"

"Yes," he replied, succinctly.

Su Xiangwan held him tighter and said vaguely, "your room or my room?"

Zhao Rongxian's breath was unstable for a moment. After a moment, he answered truthfully, "my room."

Su Xiangwan nestled in his arms and smiled in a low voice.

She smiled tremblingly and pasted it on his heart. Zhao Rongxian emptied his mind and didn't dare to think about anything.

"The newcomers these days are more and more tiger by tiger." she said what Zhao Rongxian didn't understand, funny and helpless.

It's really hard to fight for the top, but she's not like a wolf and doesn't refuse anyone.

She looked up and saw his eyebrows and eyes from her tight lips. Her heart was a little unstable.

She thought she might be really drunk.

Otherwise, how can the word "I can" float out of my mind?

It's so sexy.

Zhao Rongxian took her to the door of the room and stopped.

He shouted to her, "here we are."

Then he let go and put her down.

Perhaps it was because it was too cold. After su Xiang stood up late, he felt empty and cold in his heart.

Her feet were a little soft. She staggered, and Zhao Rongxian stretched out his hand to help her.

Su Xiangwan looked at him: "don't you send me in? You have to do a full set of drama. If you secretly shoot, you have to see you enter a room with me to be convincing, don't you?"

Zhao Rongxian seemed helpless.

"You're really drunk."

In his opinion, Su Xiangwan's words that are difficult to understand and unlike normal people are all because he is drunk.

When he opened the door, it was warm at any time in the room. A burst of warmth came out from the inside, dispelling the cold on the body in the cold night.

The room was lit with incense and bright lights.

The furnishings in the house are simple and generous. There are not many things. It seems very deserted, but it looks valuable. It should be some antique collections.

Are the crew's props so fine?

No, what crew will let actors sleep in the acting room?

She couldn't think of anything. Her brain seemed to be knocked with a hammer, and her ears hummed.

Zhao Rongxian found her face very bad and helped her sit on the floor.

"What's the matter, but it's uncomfortable?"

Su Xiangwan held his hand and felt a little support, which made him feel better.

She looked up at him and said, "I'd be better if you were here with me."

"..." Zhao Rongxian frowned, "how much did you drink?"

Drunk

No way!

Su Xiangwan has lost his temper.

She is invincible and sober. Why does he always say she is drunk?

"What's your name?" Su Xiangwan suddenly asked him.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were slightly raised, outlining a very light smile, "really drunk in a mess."

"Don't get off the subject. Ask your name and you'll answer."

He seemed very helpless and said for a long time, "Zhao Rongxian."

Su Xiangwan shook his head: "I know, I know you are Zhao Rongxian. I'm asking your name, your real name."

Zhao Rongxian's hand was firmly grasped by her, and the string was stretched in her heart. It was pulled and shaky.

——

"Zhao Heng."

He spoke in a low voice, inexplicably hoarse.

It's like opening a dusty jar, something repressed in the dust of a long time ago suddenly appears in front of you.

The room was very quiet, and the charcoal made a slight "clatter" sound when burning.