32.Chapter 32 This month's monthly money will be halved
The snow is falling more and more densely, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger. The falling snow is like weaving into a white net, and nothing can be seen from a distance of ten feet. Jiao Xiaoliu is walking alone in the wind on the empty street, and the snow is visible
It seemed gentle, but it hurt Jiao Xiaoliu's face. Jiao Xiaoliu didn't use Qing Kung Fu. It took him more than two hours to walk from the palace to the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and he almost turned into a snowman.
Seeing the plaque of the Seventh Prince's Mansion close in front of his eyes, a smile appeared on Jiao Xiaoliu's frozen face.
Just as he was about to go up and call the door, the door suddenly opened wide. When he received the news from the secret guard, Feng Qianchen was startled. He came out in a hurry wearing only a white robe. After finding the petite figure, he ran away immediately.
He went over and hugged Jiao Xiaoliu into his arms. The cold touch made Feng Qianchen stiffen.
"Cold." Jiao Xiaoliu's voice trembled violently.
"Your Majesty, please bring Miss Jiao into the house quickly. It's such a cold day, wearing such clothes..." Before Bu Qingyun could finish his words, he was interrupted by Feng Qianchen's cold eyes. Bu Qingyun swallowed.
He drooled and couldn't help but shudder. I must have said nothing wrong. Why did he feel that his master's eyes were colder than the weather?
"I will call you Princess from now on!" After saying these words, Feng Qianchen returned home at a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye. This is Feng Qianchen's true strength.
Bu Qingyun couldn't help but burst into tears. The Emotional Prince glared at him because of this title. "Then why can't you hear that I care about you?"
Feng Qianchen quickly put Jiao Xiaoliu on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover her, but Jiao Xiaoliu could not help but shiver. It was freezing outside, but Feng Qianchen was sweating all over. Jiao Xiaoliu looked at Feng
There were beads of sweat on Qian Chen's forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness, "I'm sorry for making you worry." His voice was still trembling, but it was much better than before. "I, I'm fine. I'm just a little cold."
"It's still cold?" Obviously, our seventh prince missed the point again and shouted outside, "What are you still doing? Didn't you hear the princess say it's cold? Do you know how to serve people? All the monthly money for this month is
If it’s halved, Bu Qingyun won’t receive his monthly payment!”
Bu Qingyun, who had just come back, heard the bad news before he could figure out what had happened. He couldn't help but howled strangely, and rushed into the house to argue with his prince and master. Before he could get close, he was struck by Feng Qianchen.
Zhang Feng sent it back to the door. "I just came in from outside. If I don't go near the princess without going out to get rid of the cold, my crime will be increased. I will also waive the monthly payment for the next month." Feng Qianchen looked at Jiao who was gradually getting better with gentle eyes.
Xiao Liu, the words coming out of her mouth were cold.
After hearing this, a group of people holding quilts and stoves outside the door could neither advance nor retreat.
Jiao Xiaoliu couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you have schizophrenia?"
Although Feng Qianchen didn't understand, he could guess by looking at Jiao Xiaoliu's expression that she was teasing him. His anxious heart finally returned to its original place. "As long as you are fine, whatever you say is what you said."
The tenderness in words can bring out the water.
Jiao Xiaoliu smiled and glanced at the dejected Bu Qingyun, "Don't deduct their monthly payment... It's not easy for them to listen..."
Bu Qingyun pricked up his ears and listened to Feng Qianchen's answer.
"Okay." There was no hesitation.
Bu Qingyun burst into tears again and shouted in his heart, "Miss Jiao, no, the princess is a good person." He wanted to kowtow to Jiao Xiaoliu to express his gratitude.
