Chapter Thirty-Six: I thought the prince would chop off his hand
"Chen Fu, go to the courtyard and clean ten toilets. After you're done, go back to the palace. There's no need to say hello to the king." Ximen Hao said without thinking.
"Your Majesty?" Eunuch Chen opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at Ximen Hao. He didn't expect that there were more difficult things waiting for him. It wasn't because of how tiring the work was, but because of the relationship between him and himself.
The status at this time is so disproportionate and is simply an insult.
insult……
Just like his insult to the dignified Princess Bei.
Just as Ximen Hao said when he saw him, no matter what, Su Ranhua is still the Northern Princess, and everything she suffers outside is inseparable from the Northern Palace and the Northern Prince.
Therefore, he must be punished for what he has done!
"If you want to stay in Beiwang Mansion for a longer period of time, I have no objection." Ximen Hao glanced sideways at Eunuch Chen and said calmly.
"Old slave, go now." Eunuch Chen choked back his anger and depression and bowed out of the bathroom.
The rain-soaked ground outside the house almost caused him to slip. He was shocked, sweating, and stood upright before continuing to walk further away.
In fact, it was not late at this time, but it was rainy and gloomy.
"Are you satisfied with this?" Ximen Hao approached Su Ranhua, as if the previous passionless passion had never happened. Although his tone was always cool, it was casual.
"I thought the prince would chop off his hand." Su Ranhua said disdainfully, and his cold tone ruined the casualness.
Liu'er listened and quickly covered her mouth. The princess in her eyes seemed to have suddenly changed, but she was not unfamiliar, but rather familiar.
That cold, somewhat cruel look was very much like King Bei's behavior.
"Do you know me very well?" Ximen Hao stood in front of Su Ran's painting, his tall and straight body pressed against her thin body. He just lowered his eyes slightly, forming a very strong and intimidating aura.
"Does a person who insults your princess like that have the right to keep his hands?" Su Ranhua raised her head and looked up at Ximen Hao, with a faint smile on her lips. Even if she wanted to take someone's life, she could still do it.
The moment the smile spreads, not to mention just talking about the existence of a pair of hands, it is too insignificant for a killer.
"Chen Fu's hands are not his." Ximen Hao stared at Su Ran's painting. Her smile was as elegant as the falling purple flowers of the phoenix tree. It was extremely inconsistent with the cold words she spoke, but it did not appear abrupt.
"Does the prince want him to continue to serve the queen? It turns out that the prince also cares about affection." Su Ranhua suddenly smiled. It turns out that Ximen Hao, who seems to be stubborn in front of the queen, will also care about his mother, the queen. This word of filial piety
It exists, but it also has weaknesses.
"What about you?" Ximen Hao ignored Su Ranhua's sarcasm, looked down at Su Ranhua and asked.
"Me?" Su Ranhua was stunned. Although she had a new identity, she still had no concept of human relationships, so naturally she didn't understand what Ximen Hao was referring to.
"The three-day return period has passed. When you first entered the palace, didn't you miss your parents?" Ximen Hao asked.
Mom and Dad, what a strange title!
Su Ranhua looked at Ximen Hao. In the blink of an eye, there was a different tone, another way and content of the conversation, which made her a little suspicious. What she had just experienced was a dream she had dreamed in a daze, and there was no such thing at all.
happened before.
"It seems the medicine is really effective," Ximen Hao looked at Su Ranhua with a smile, "In a few days, you can go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit your parents."
As he spoke, Ximen Hao lowered his head, put his lips against Su Ranhua's ear, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "I said that if you can get out of the jungle alive, I will go back with you. Now you can live
Well, although I missed the day to return home, I will still keep my promise to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion with you."
This was the Ximen Hao from before. Su Ranhua allowed the chill to blow along his ears and blow on half of his cheeks, standing still.
In Liu'er's eyes, Ximen Hao was a prince who cared about the princess, but Su Ranhua knew that those low words that only she could hear contained threats and unpredictable thoughts.
Returning home is not that simple.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Su Ranhua hid his guess and smiled happily.
"It's getting late, Liu'er, send the princess back to her room to rest." Ximen Hao stood up and said.
"Yes." Liu'er accepted the order, picked up the umbrella that Eunuch Chen had left at the door, and opened it.
"Wait a minute," Ximen Hao paused and said, "I'd better send the princess back first. You go to the dining room and wait to get food for the princess."
"Yes," Liu'er stepped aside.
With a gust of wind, Ximen Hao had already brought Su Ranhua to the door.
Just when Su Ranhua thought Ximen Hao was going to take her back in the rain, Ximen Hao conveniently opened the umbrella outside the house. It was the same umbrella he took when he returned to the bathroom.
So, in Liu'er's eyes, she saw the scene of King Bei and the princess holding each other in the rain.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
As soon as Su Ranhua stepped into the small room in the side courtyard, he said to Ximen Hao. He was not polite and did not look back. Instead, he walked straight into the room, with a bit of coldness in his thin back.
"Remember, you have no right to hate me." Ximen Hao's harsh voice came from the door. When the voice fell, there was no trace of him.
It was a cold autumn rainy day, and it was very cold in the room without the fire pot.
Su Ranhua sat on the bed, opened the quilt, and wrapped herself up. She looked out the door with cold and indifferent eyes. The door was open, and she saw that many flowers on the sycamore tree had been knocked down by the rain. It was cold and cold.
It was so cold that it perfectly resembled her state of mind at this moment.
If her guess is correct, new rumors will spread in the Beiwang Mansion tomorrow, about the Beiwang Princess being favored, and about the reasons and consequences of the punishment of Eunuch Chen, the celebrity next to the Queen.
These rumors can make the Prime Minister's Mansion full of doubts. If Su Ranhua was really instigated by the Prime Minister to marry into the Beiwang Mansion, then the Prime Minister's Mansion, which has always remained quiet, should take some action during this calm time.
At the same time, the Queen's Jinhua Garden has also become a big problem for her, and she has to always be on guard against Eunuch Chen's revenge on her by borrowing the Queen's hand.
The person who forced her into a difficult situation was Ximen Hao. He was acting out of affection, but in fact, he was talking about honey and using a sword. Of course, Ximen Hao's mouth was not filled with honey, but the sword had already been thrust out.
"It's so cold and you don't close the door?"
Under Su Ranhua's gaze, a dark shadow flashed into the room and closed the door tightly.
"You still dare to come?" Su Ranhua looked away and sneered.
"You should admire that Ximen Hao strengthened his defense, but I still came in." The man in black wearing a bamboo hat walked towards Su Ranhua with a bit of pride, and looked back and forth, "Yes, you really didn't make me
I was disappointed and took a bath obediently."
"I don't want to disappoint myself," Su Ranhua glanced at the man in black with sharp eyes, "You can come and go freely in Beiwang Mansion. You should be very familiar with the terrain of Beiwang Mansion. He must be a thief. He might as well reveal his true appearance. Why bother to isolate him?
Wearing a face towel and pretending to be mysterious."