Yuan Feijing untied his sword, took off his coat, and blew out the most dazzling candle in the room.
She sat on a low table not far away and rubbed her eyes.
"Stop shouting. The sound insulation effect of this room is very good. No matter how loud you shout, the prince will not be able to hear you."
"Even if he hears it now, it will only make him hate you even more!"
Yuan Feijing stretched, threw off her boots, and lay down.
"You said you have such good conditions, why don't you please the prince? It's a long night, think about it carefully!"
Ningxia made sure there was someone outside, stood up, and knocked on the door hard.
"Yuan Feijing, open the door! I'm going out to serve the prince. If you continue to insist on being stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!"
Yuan Feijing glanced at the door and slowly closed her eyes.
I don’t know who the obsessive person is? Forget it, I’m too lazy to talk nonsense with her.
Outside the inner hall, a gust of wind extinguished many candlelights in the room.
Chu Dongling lifted up the quilt and lay down.
Long Qian seemed to like his breath and warmth, and took the initiative to lean in and hold his arms when he lay down.
"Chu Dongling, you smell so good today."
She chuckled and kept rubbing her face on the warm arm.
Chu Dongling wanted to push her away, but what he didn't want to see was the little girl's jade-white arms.
He frowned and lifted the quilt little by little.
At the moment when the beautiful scenery came into view, the mausoleum king's breathing suddenly became rough.
What kind of clothes did Yuan Feijing put on her? There was so little fabric that people couldn't look away.
After a long period of forbearance, Prince Ling, who had little self-control in front of Long Qian, suddenly broke through.
He pushed her away gently, turned over and pressed on her.
"Chu Dongling, what are you going to do? Geez... don't scratch! It's not okay for me to admit that I was wrong..."
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"Huh..." Long Qian didn't know how long he slept before he woke up from his sleep.
In the dream, she and Chu Dongling were entangled, and she actually didn't resist.
She looked around clearly and determined that it was just a dream. She lifted the quilt and sat up.
It was early winter, I was sweating all over, and my dream last night was unusual.
"Ding Dong." She waved her hand and shouted softly.
If she hadn't spoken, she wouldn't have known her throat was so dry.
"Dingdang." Long Qian grabbed his throat and shouted again.
With a "squeak" sound, Dingdang pushed the door open and walked in carrying a basin.
"Princess, are you feeling uncomfortable?" She placed the water basin on the low table beside her and handed Long Qian a glass of water and the empty basin.
Long Qian was too lazy to answer, took the cup and started gargling.
She desperately needs to drink water now. Her throat feels very uncomfortable and she must drink water immediately.
Dingdang stood by with the things in hand, and after Long Qian washed her hands, she immediately gave her warm water.
"Princess, drink water first."
"Gulu gulu", Long Qian accepted the cup and drank a whole glass of water before his throat felt better.
"Yesterday I ate too many peanuts and drank wine. Make me some chrysanthemum tea today. Thank you."
Long Qian returned the cup to Dingdang and lowered his legs.
When her legs moved, she frowned slightly.
Dingdang put the things away, returned to Long Qian and knelt down to put on her shoes.
Long Qian rolled his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
"How did I come back last night? Well... wasn't I still in the wedding room at that time?"
Thinking of the wedding between Chu Dongling and Ningxia, she felt a little disappointed.
It's like having your good cabbage eaten by a pig, it doesn't feel very good!
"Your Majesty brought you back." Dingdang looked up at her and smiled.
"Is the princess really unable to remember what happened last night? Think again!"
