"You - why are you like this?" Pei Donglang couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he saw Su Zhiyu's suffering.
Su Zhiyu hooked Pei Donglang's neck and said coquettishly, "This is called testing the law with one's own body. Besides, I know you will definitely come back to save me."
"Nonsense!" Pei Donglang frowned, wishing he could drag Su Zhiyu up and beat him up right now.
"Are you angry?" Su Zhiyu looked at Pei Donglang carefully, "Don't be angry, I won't dare to do it next time."
"There's still a next time?!"
"No more, no more, this is the last time!" Su Zhiyu nuzzled in Pei Donglang's arms, "I was wrong. The body is the capital of revolution. I will cherish life in the future. Don't be angry."
But Pei Donglang still had a serious look on his face, and Su Zhiyu continued to tease her, "Then what do you want to do not to get angry? I will do it when you say it." Pei Donglang's eyes sank, and he turned over and pushed Su Zhiyu down, "What should you do if you talk about getting angry?
Put out the fire?”
Su Zhiyu swallowed and felt a chill running down her spine. She had learned about Pei Donglang's extraordinary talent before, and if she had to deal with it for a while, I'm afraid——
But she couldn't help but think too much. Her clothes had been shattered under Pei Donglang's hands. Her dress cost thirty taels of silver! It just turned into pieces. While struggling, Su Zhiyu shouted, "My lord, you... you are so crazy."
Damn it! You can’t bear to treat me like a patient! Ah—stop—”
Chu Feige, who was guarding the door, silently lit a candle for Su Zhiyu. The prince had wanted to do this for a long time, and it was a miracle that he could endure it until now.
The next day, a certain refreshed prince opened the door and put on his court clothes and went to court. A weak arm in the room was hanging by the bed. Chu Feige obeyed Pei Donglang's instructions and stayed to take care of Su Zhiyu. It took him a long time to hear
A mosquito-like voice called, "Help...help..."
Chu Feige hesitated for a while and then walked in. Su Zhiyu wrapped himself into a ball and said weakly, "Brother Chu, help me."
"What are your orders, Madam?"
"Bring me some food! And make some Shiquan Tonic soup!" Su Zhiyu tried hard to pull himself up from the bed, but his limbs were so weak that he couldn't move at all.
"Your Majesty, please stay calm. I will take care of it now." Chu Feige said, holding back his laughter and walked out of the door. Su Zhiyu heard a burst of heartbreaking laughter outside the door. She punched the bed with her fists. She was so miserable.
Is the situation so satisfying?!
After finally regaining her strength, Su Zhiyu ordered a group of people to carry her out in the afternoon. In a month's time it would be Emperor Wen's birthday, and it was going to be a good one. Su Zhiyu went straight to Wasi Goulan in the city
Here, looking for the best troupe.
The theater troupe was rehearsing a play in the afternoon when they saw a lady stepping down from the sedan chair, with a hint of laziness on her face. The wives of dignitaries in the capital probably behaved like this. The boss of the theater troupe hurriedly came out to welcome her.
.Chu Feige stood next to Su Zhiyu and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you be polite when you see the princess?"
The owner of the theater troupe quickly saluted. Su Zhiyu flicked the handkerchief in his hand and said, "Get on your feet. I heard that you believe that the troupe is the best theater troupe in Daye, so I came here to take a look today."
"Thank you for your compliments, ma'am. Please come this way." The boss of the off-duty shop hunched over and led the way.
As he walked, he introduced the situation in the troupe.