Princess Rouzhen is not very old, but she grew up in a place like the palace, but she has a pair of vicious eyes. Although Song Qinghuan is smiling, she can still see some betrayed emotions from those eyes.
The two of them sat facing each other for a while without saying a word, and she was not in a hurry. She pulled out a butterfly's flower from her hair and played with it in her hand. She clasped the butterfly's wings with her pink nails, as if the butterfly was about to fly away.
Song Qinghuan saw that she was not very old, but she looked calm and composed when talking about these things, and he couldn't help but think highly of her.
Now that the conversation had come to this point, she did not hide anything and said bluntly: "The princess has a keen eye and knows a lot of things."
Princess Rouzhen heard the irony in these words and also smiled: "It's just that you are too naive. You really think you can be free without him. But we are not naive. We have always been cautious and do not dare to underestimate the enemy.
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There is no blood or family ties among the royal family. There are many people who step on dead bones to get up to the throne that holds more than ten thousand people. Even the current Holy Emperor was not a kind person back then.
As a princess, she will always get married in the future, but who she marries, what kind of person she marries, and how long she can live in the future all depend on the wishes of the superior.
Princess Rouzhen was raised by Queen Wang. Even if she didn't plan for Queen Wang or King Yu, she still had to plan for herself.
Standing in a war camp, it all depends on King Yu's wishes for the rest of his life.
The Holy Spirit is passionate, she has many sisters, and those sisters ended up being her best mentors.
Song Qinghuan had never lived in the palace and could not understand Princess Rouzhen's state of mind, but she never thought that she would be peaceful in the future without Xiao Wei.
But she didn't say these words outside, and there was no need to say them.
He just said: "I'm afraid the princess has a plan for this trip. I just wonder what you think?"
Princess Rouzhen shook her head and smiled: "Isn't it because you have a good plan in mind that you showed your good will to me?"
Song Qinghuan laughed: "It was you, the princess, who showed your kindness yesterday."
Princess Rouzhen glanced sideways at her and asked, "Stop talking nonsense. I have a time limit when I leave the palace. I can't stay outside for a long time."
Besides, she came out quietly.
Song Qinghuan thought for a while, then he really didn't talk nonsense, and then said: "Xiao Wei..."
He asked the waiter who was outside to take orders to interrupt.
"Girl, the guest just now suddenly complained of unbearable abdominal pain. The shopkeeper asked the young lady to come and invite the girl over."
Song Qinghuan frowned and swallowed the words in his mouth.
However, Princess Rouzhen lowered her eyes, held the tea bowl and said, "Sister Song's residence has not even opened yet, and she has already started to greet guests. If it opens in the future, wouldn't the business be booming?"
Song Qinghuan didn't explain, he just paused and stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
There are still a few days left before the opening. Yipinju is busy preparing for the opening. When can we greet the guests?
I'm afraid the guests I'm talking about are just uninvited Xiao Ci.
After exiting the door, he turned a corner and stopped in the last private room at the end of the long corridor. As expected, there was an unbearable grunt of pain coming from inside.
Song Qinghuan stepped through the door and saw Xiao Ci leaning on the official hat chair, holding his stomach and whining repeatedly.
"Ouch, it hurts so much. Your stuff must be broken. Otherwise, I'm suffering from unbearable abdominal pain. Why, the sign of this hotel is going to be demolished before it even opens, isn't it? Ouch, it hurts, it hurts.
It hurts so much..."
The shopkeeper who was standing by was so anxious that his head was smoking. Although this store had not opened yet, Xiao Ci was still a guest after all. He also said that he had unbearable abdominal pain after eating their food. He was afraid that something would happen, but he really hadn't opened it yet.
Once it opens, it will close down.
When he saw Song Qinghuan coming over, he immediately felt as if he had found a life-saving straw. He stepped forward to salute, explained the situation again, and then said: "Girl, look..."
Song Qinghuan looked at Xiao Ci up and down angrily, and she could tell at a glance that he was just pretending.
Hearing this, he said: "I think this young master is suffering from an old illness. What does it have to do with our Yipinju thing?"
He then said, "Come down, I happen to know some Qihuang techniques, so I'll show this young master."
The shopkeeper nodded and immediately left with the waiter.
Song Qinghuan told Ta Xue: "Go and get my silver needle. There is always a reason for the unbearable abdominal pain."
Seeing Xiao Ci looking at himself secretly with his eyes open, he suddenly became evil-minded and said, "Didn't I just order a set of knives a few days ago and bring them here, just to see if my disemboweling skills have deteriorated?"
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Texue was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left with a shout.
When did they girls order a set of knives?
Xiao Ci was still pretending at this time. There was no one else in the room, and Song Qinghuan turned around and bolted the door coffin.
She smiled strangely at him: "Uncle Jiu, don't be afraid. I'll take your pulse first to see where the problem is. After a while, I took the knife and we just cut the place that needs to be cut. It won't hurt anymore in the future."
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Xiao Ci felt a chill in his heart.
He laughed twice and didn't complain that it hurt anymore. He just said: "Hey, I don't feel any pain anymore now. I think it's because I ate too much yesterday and haven't had any symptoms today. You are a doctor, so you can't treat me like this."
If something goes wrong, it would be a waste of money for a small amount of money."
"No way. Uncle Ninth is an elder and has been there for a long time. If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, you should take a good look at it, so as not to delay it for a long time and lose the chance of rejuvenation."
While he was talking, Song Qinghuan had already walked up to him, and the smile on his face was so charming.
Xiao Ci subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he was currently reclining in the official chair. Song Qinghuan pressed forward again and pressed the back of the chair with both hands, preventing him from escaping.
One is standing, one is sitting, one is lowering his head, and the other is raising his head, looking at each other.
This atmosphere actually made Xiao Ci feel a little uncomfortable.
Song Qinghuan didn't notice anything, he just grinned and reached out to touch his abdomen.
The palm of my hand touches a hard surface, but even though I was wearing a spring shirt, I could still touch its outline.
Song Qinghuan was stunned. He didn't expect that Xiao Ci looked so weak and his body was hollowed out, but he was so capable.
My heart felt itchy, and it felt so good in my hand that I couldn't help but grab a handful and asked, "Huh? Here?"
Xiao Ci couldn't help but hum softly, his heart beat faster, the tips of his ears turned red, and he immediately grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand that was still trying to take advantage.
There was a hint of scarlet in his eyes: "Do you know what you are doing?"
Song Qinghuan looked innocent and smiled mischievously: "I know..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was dragged into Xiao Ci's arms and sat on his lap. His waist was tightened, and his rapid breathing hit his neck, which made him feel itchy and unbearable.
My cheeks kept turning red.
His voice was very shallow, and his lips brushed over his ears...
