Don't let Su Ranhua's idea succeed. Ximen Hao gave himself a reason to possess Su Ranhua, so that he originally wanted to ridicule Su Ranhua for being a slave and serving him in every possible way, but changed it into a charming room.
Ximen Hao's eyes turned to the bed. The pink belly brocade left behind by Su Ran's painting still had an enchanting fragrance.
This time, in the entanglement with each other, Ximen Hao unexpectedly did not think of Su Ranhua's various calculations against him in his memory. He clearly witnessed that charming face, with no hatred, no anger, only physical needs.
There is no emotional catharsis.
In fact, this time, Su Ranhua was not the only one who fell into this unspeakable joy.
Su Ranhua returned to Wutong Residence.
Along the way, the cool breeze of the autumn night blew through my thin clothes, blowing away the remaining heat from my body.
Light the candle and look at the bronze mirror. The figure in the mirror looks indifferent, with black hair like a waterfall, slanted to the waist. The crescent-white middle coat is neat, the tight collar is tied with a button, the neck is slender, and the muscles are as white as snow.
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Only when you open your clothes can you see the dark red traces from the shoulders down, which attracts people's imagination.
This is Ximen Hao. Whether it is wanton robbery or poppy-like temptation, he hides the real things in the dark and prevents outsiders from seeing him.
Feeling tired, Su Ranhua stood up, blew out the candle, and lay down on the bed.
Ximen Zhe said that Ximen Hao was going to take her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Although Ximen Hao didn't say anything to her, it must be true. It seemed that it was time for a real face-to-face confrontation with Suluo City.
It was already dawn, and Su Ran was probably tired from the entanglement at night. She was accustomed to getting up early and walking around outside the house, but she hadn't woken up yet.
"Princess, please get up quickly, the prince is still waiting for you to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion!" A maid opened the door of Wutong Residence and ran in. When she saw Su Ranhua sleeping soundly, she shouted loudly.
In fact, when the maid pushed in the door, Su Ranhua had already realized that if she was a dangerous person, she would encounter murderous intent when she approached Su Ranhua.
Listening to the maid's harsh noise, Su Ranhua frowned and sat up lazily.
"These are the clothes prepared in the palace. Princess, hurry up and change into them to see the prince." The maid placed a pile of clothes beside Su Ranhua's bed and urged.
Although the maid's behavior was disrespectful, she couldn't be blamed for rushing. She was ordered to call the princess. If she was too late and made the prince angry, she would also be the one to suffer. She didn't want to be the second Liu'er.
Su Ranhua took a look at the clothes. They were new, but compared with the clothes he got from the prime minister's house as a dowry, the fabric was much worse.
In modern times, the custom in some places is to wear clothes prepared by your husband's family when you return home. It seems that this dynasty also had this custom, so Su Ranhua had the opportunity to wear the clothes prepared by Bei Wangfu.
But fabrics that are not of high quality are a symbol of the status of Su dyed paintings.
Su Ranhua picked up the clothes without making a sound and put them on himself slowly.
The clothes are purple, Su Ranhua's favorite color, and they fit well on her body. That's enough.
Su Ranhua came down to the table and sat down. Facing the bronze mirror, he picked up the wooden comb and slowly combed his hair. The maid stood aside dully and was definitely of no use.
Only clothes were given, no headgear, so it seemed that I had to use my own dowry.
Su Ranhua was too lazy to go to the jewelry box to carefully select it. After pulling her hair into a simple and elegant bun, she still inserted the magnolia hairpin that she brought when she entered the palace yesterday. There was a piece of hair left behind.
The hair is draped just over the shoulders, so that it can fly perfectly when necessary.
"Princess, please hurry up!" The maid couldn't bear her temper and urged again.
In fact, for Su Ranhua, from dressing to combing her hair, she did it all by herself, and it took a very short time. Let alone a princess, for any rich lady, it would take more than this time to dress up, let alone a princess.
No powder was applied.
Su Ranhua ignored the maid, stood up, and walked to the bed. When the maid was not paying attention, he quickly took out three gold needles from under the pillow and secretly put them in his sleeves.
"Princess, it's not ready yet?" The butler came to Wutong Residence and walked in. Although he asked respectfully, it also sounded like he was urging. He just managed it properly and was polite.
"Steward Lin, this servant has been urging the princess non-stop." The maid hurriedly explained for herself.
"If the princess is ready, please go to the gate of the palace as soon as possible. The prince is going too," Butler Lin said.
Su Ranhua naturally understood what Butler Lin meant. He was telling her to move faster so that she could avoid being caught by Ximen Hao being late and causing something to happen to her.
"I know, thank you Butler Lin." Su Ranhua said politely. Although Butler Lin acted according to Ximen Hao's instructions, he was somewhat friendly to him. Except when Xiaorou died, Butler Lin showed a little kindness.
Despite his fierce tactics, the other times I saw him were always tepid and calm in temperament.
Su Ranhua walked out of the gate of Beiwang Mansion. As soon as he stood firm, he saw Ximen Hao walking out.
The carriage was already waiting outside the mansion. Ximen Hao walked past Su Ranhua as if there was no one around and walked to the carriage, standing with his hands behind his hands.
Su Ranhua also understood Ximen Hao's behavior. When he was silent and ignored, he would throw her away. If he pretended to be pretentious, he would embarrass her. It seemed that it was time to do some pedaling again. So
, walked towards the carriage without hesitation.
I don't know where the people got the news that Princess Bei was coming back. Although they were afraid of King Bei's power, some of them were brave enough to stop and watch not far away.
Su Ranhua wanted to ignore these curious glances, but with just a casual glance, a figure in the corner diagonally in front of the carriage caught her attention.
The man in blue shirt covered his forehead with a bamboo hat, and his whole face was submerged in shadow. He looked like a passer-by, but the aristocratic air he exuded was completely different from the ordinary people around him. And his sharp eyes
Su Ran's paintings, I immediately recognized him as Ximen Zhe!
Lowering his eyes indifferently, Su Ranhua continued walking towards the carriage and passed by Ximen Hao. I wonder if he, who was motionless, had noticed any clues?
Standing in front of the carriage, Su Ranhua squatted down and kept pace with the pace. He raised his head slightly uneasily, glanced at the corner to one side, and clearly saw Ximenzhe's clenched fists, following his body shape.
Move your gaze upwards until your eyes meet. A complex and unspeakable message is conveyed between the flashes of lightning.
Suddenly, his back was stepped on heavily. Su Ranhua staggered and almost fell to the ground. He supported his elbows on the ground and felt pain from the pain. He hid the cold light flashing in his eyes and endured this momentary feeling.
gravity.
This time, Ximen Hao obviously used a lot of strength. Su Ranhua could even feel his toes rubbing hard on his back.