"Hey, Zi Yingluo, you really want to go. It's a swamp, and it's endless. There's really no return. Do you want me to be a widow? I'm telling you, I'm a prince, so I won't.
I will keep my integrity for you, if something happens to you, I will definitely remarry."
Zi Yingluo twitched her lips as she listened to Gong Ziyu's endless chatter, and glanced at Gong Ziyu helplessly, "Your Highness, you have been talking about it since last night, aren't you tired?"
Hearing this, Young Master Yu Dayi sighed, "For the sake of your life, I will hold back no matter how tired I am."
"..." Zi Yingluo really wanted to say you're not tired, but I felt very tired.
Seeing Zi Yingluo's nonchalant look, Gong Ziyu's hair suddenly exploded, "Zi Yingluo, this prince cares about you. Do you want to use your beauty to confuse the swamp? Wake up."
Zi Yingluo gave Gong Ziyu a look like, are you an idiot? She pulled Leng Ye and walked out of the inn. She would definitely collapse if she stayed with Gong Ziyu. This man's nagging was like Tang Monk's possession. I haven't forgotten it.
Gone.
Zi Yingluo looked back at Leng Ye, and saw that he always lowered his head, with a little blush in his ears. She looked along the hands that the two of them were holding, and Zi Yingluo was embarrassed. Just when she was about to let go, her hand
But it was forcefully broken apart.
Gong Ziyu took Zi Yingluo's hand heavily and said with an unhappy expression: "Isn't it not good for the princess to hang out with others in front of Yu?"
Hanging out together? Zi Yingluo frowned slightly and gently pulled out her hand, "Leng Ye is also my husband, so we can't talk about hanging out together."
Zi Yingluo waited for a long time, but she didn't see Gong Ziyu getting angry like before. She looked at him curiously and saw Gong Ziyu looking in a trance, with amorous eyebrows and a blush on his face.
Zi Yingluo looked at Leng Ye questioningly, puzzled by Gong Ziyu's current behavior...
On the side, Gong Ziyu was struggling with the sentence "He is also my husband". Is she willing to marry herself? Although he could definitely marry her as long as the Queen was around, it was not her voluntary choice after all.
"Yingluo"! Gong Ziyu's voice was warm, without the usual arrogance at all. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered at Zi Yingluo. Zi Yingluo suddenly took a breath, turned around indifferently, and instantly regained her previous indifference.
"You stay here while I go to the swamp to look for grass."
Gong Ziyu had a look of astonishment on his face. Could he still not be able to win her heart after all?
Leng Ye looked at Zi Yingluo's back, his heart throbbing hard. He saw that, although she quickly covered it up, he still saw the obsession with Gong Ziyu in her eyes.
"Yingluo! That's the Qingmocao"! Leng Ye pointed to the Qingmocao soaking in the swamp in the distance with excitement on his face, and then lowered his head in distress, "But I can't get it, there is no place to stay around, so I went in rashly
It will definitely sink.”
"No problem"!
Hearing this, Leng Ye raised his eyes and looked at Zi Yingluo. She looked at the Qingmo grass in the swamp with a calm face. Her face was full of confidence and calmness. Thinking of the strange encounter in Shoushan, Leng Ye relaxed a little and her face was full of worry.
He looked at Zi Yingluo and said, "Yingluo is really sure?"
"Leng Ye, you don't believe me"? Zi Yingluo raised her eyebrows and looked at Leng Ye. Hearing this, Leng Ye looked embarrassed. Seeing the teasing look in her eyes, a warm current filled her heart. Such a good person
She is actually his wife.
Looking at the fresh and elegant figure in the sky, Leng Ye's eyes were filled with wonder. How could someone's Qinggong reach such a peak?
Gong Ziyu hid behind the tree and looked at the elegant and comfortable man hovering above the swamp. Looking at Leng Ye's obsessed look, he couldn't help snorting. He usually looked gentle and calm, but he was staring at him behind his back.
Looking at other people's wives, Gongziyu had completely forgotten that Zi Yingluo was also Leng Ye's wife.
"No, I'll leave it to you for safekeeping." Zi Yingluo turned around gracefully, threw the green grass to Leng Ye and strode back. She lowered her head and looked at the mud at her sleeves. Zi Yingluo frowned.
Hurry back and take a shower. No matter what the situation, he likes to be neat and clean.