The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"No wonder the face is cold, the eyes and nostrils are up to the sky. It turns out that there is a kind of guard like a master." Yun Qianyue commented.

The string song outside the car was clearly heard, and his cold face could not help stiffening.

Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qiangyue and smiled lightly, without speaking.

Yun Qianyue also felt that it was unwise for him to be led by others to Xiangquan Mountain while he was being led by others to Xiangquan Mountain. She flattened the corner of her mouth and closed her mouth, but she couldn't help herself and began to look at the carriage. I saw the closet, cupboard, jade table, tea, guqin, chessboard, bookshelf, etc. on the carriage, and everything is available. This is a small living room where the carriage is. In particular, all of them seem to be top grade and valuable. Sure enough, there is no luxury, only luxury. She pouted, and would really enjoy it!

Rong Jing seemed to know what Yun Qiangyue thought, and it was not broken. I glanced at the equipment inside the carriage and asked, "What books do you want to read? Or what to play with? After all, the journey is a bit far away~www.readwn.com~ Don't want to! Play? What can be fun? She glanced at the piano. Chess, calligraphy and painting. The ancients were nothing more than that. She was tired of these, and it was boring. Yun Qiangyue waved her hand sullenly, "Nothing, I want to sleep. You hide farther and make room for me. so sleepy. "

"Are you going to sleep? Are you afraid that your hair bun will be messed up at that time? No one can comb such a cumbersome peacock bun." Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"The chaos is chaotic, just demolished." Yun Qiangyue didn't take it for granted. This head was really heavy, and even her neck was about to break. I haven’t done anything these days. I’ve twisted my neck apart from literacy, but I still can’t get used to it. She hasn’t inserted a few pearl hairpins yet. I really don’t understand how the women walked with their heads full of hairpins.

"Alright! Then you go to sleep!" Rong Jing really moved out again, giving her a place, and throwing a pillow and a thin silk to her.

Although this man is poisonous, he sometimes has the advantage of knowing that it is convenient. Yun Qingyue took the pillow under his head and tried not to crush the hair bun. After all, combing his hair was also troublesome. She stretched her hand and pulled the silk cover over her body, the light and elegant medicine incense suddenly filled her mouth and nose, like a lotus like snow, consistent with the occasional breath from Rong Jing's body. She frowned and threw the quilt back. "No more. Not cold."

Rong Jing's eyes moved slightly, and he put the quilt on her again, and said warmly: "It's just entering early summer, the weather is still very cold sooner or later. If you sleep with wind and cold, it's not good."

"I'm in good health! You curse me less." Yun Qingyue pulled the quilt outward.

"Don't move! If you have typhoid fever, I still have to take care of you. After all, Grandpa Yun entrusted you to me. If you don't want to trouble me, obey." Rong Jing's voice slightly lowered and he couldn't refuse.

Yun Qianyue immediately stopped, how can one not bow his head under the eaves? Endure it! Anyway, this smell is not bad.

Rong Jing saw that she no longer moved, let go of her hand, and ignored her, and reached out and took a book from the bookshelf to look through it.

Yun Qianyue glanced at him, thinking that the ancients had little entertainment, and it was really okay to do without reading. She yawned, sleepiness struck, closed her eyes and fell asleep, without a moment, even breathing came out softly and shallowly.

Rong Jing lowered his head and looked at her, then lowered his head, and the movement of turning the book suddenly became silent.

The horse-drawn carriage went out of the Yunwang Mansion and entered the market. Today's market has a lot of noise and barking, but the horse-drawn carriage is endless. Obviously, most of them went out of the city and ran to Xiangquan Mountain. Many carriages saw the Rongjing carriage coming. Although there was no sign in front of the car, the driver still knew whose carriage it was and quickly gave way. The strings are not squinted, and they still look cold, and walk out of the city unimpeded.

There are two pavilions on both sides of the road three miles outside the city. The plaque on a pavilion reads Sending Junting, and the plaque reads Houjunting. Sending Junting is now empty, but Hou Junting has stopped a number of carriages and hundreds of followers.

"Shizi, in front there is the carriage of His Royal Highness, the carriage of the four princes, the carriage of Princess Qingwan and the Prince of Yunfu, as well as the carriage of Miss Yu Ning of the Prime Minister's House, and the carriage of the second lady of our house and the carriage of the prince of the Prince's House. It seems that he is waiting for Shizi to go together." Xian Ge glanced at Hou Junting, and at a glance, he turned back and softly told Rong Jing.

"Huh!" Rong Jing responded faintly.

Xian Ge never spoke again, and the carriage came to Hou Junting. At that time, the cars raised the curtains at the same time, showing a few familiar faces to Rongjing Wagon. Xiange slammed the rein, leaned slightly in the car against the night sky, but said nothing.

Ye Tianqing doesn't mind, it seems commonplace. He nodded slightly to the string song, and slowly said to the closed curtain in the car: "His Royal Highness Wen Jing Shizi also went to Lingtai Temple, so he waited for the same road with Shizi, or he played with Shizi all the way. , To explain Shizi’s loneliness along the way, I do not know what Shizi intended?"

"His Royal Highness is thinking of Rong Jing. Rong Jing is fortunate. But now someone in the car is sleeping lightly, which is more inconvenient. Rong Jing thanks the Prince for his kindness, and change the day!" Rong Jing did not pick up the curtain, and the gentle voice was soft and shallow. , Not only making Yun Qianyue sleep soundly, but also letting the night sky outside wait for people to hear clearly.

"Oh? There are people in Shizi's car? I don't know who the honored guest was to share a car with Shizi?" The night sky was stunned, staring at Rongjing's carriage, the carriage was tightly packed, except for the whole body black, you can't see the inside The slightest situation.

"It's Miss Qingyue of King Wang's Mansion." Rong Jing's voice is still shallow, and he has no emotion or hesitation in telling the truth.

Ye Tianqing heard that Yan Feng's eyes suddenly widened, and the black ripples inside condensed for a moment. He pursed his lips and suddenly laughed: "It turns out to be Sister Moon, I don't know why Sister Moon is sleeping in the world car?" The last two words The sound is low.

"Rong Jing's trip to Xiangquan Mountain entrusted by Grandpa Yun will take care of her a lot, so she will naturally go with me. If today is too early, she will sleep naturally and continue to sleep, it is all right." Rong Jing's voice was slight Dim, he seemed unwilling to talk more, and said to Ye Tian: "Prince first! Rong Jing will follow!"

Suddenly, the hand in Titian's sleeves clenched tightly. He didn't hear Yun Qianyue's voice a little unwilling, and suddenly exhaled into the car, he wanted to see if Yun Qianyue was asleep or awake. Miss him. But before the real line approached the carriage, he was beaten back by a powerful qi. He couldn't resist, his body trembled, and he took a step back, and his face was pale.

"Prince forgive sins, Rong Jing was afraid that Prince was disturbing Qianyue, so he did this." Rong Jing's words were not humble, indifferent, but gentle and undisputed and undisturbed.

Ye Tianqin's face suddenly changed, his hands in his sleeves suddenly loosened, and he smiled at Rong Jing's carriage. "The world's sick body all these years has not affected martial arts at all. His Royal Highness admires it. Since Sister Yue is sleeping, , Then it’s really inconvenient to disturb you. Your Highness takes a step first, and ask Shiko to follow."

"Honestly, Your Highness please!" Rong Jingwen said.

The car curtain was put down heavily at night, and the curtain fell to cover his face, suddenly green and white for a moment, and then gloomy and rainy. Okay, you are a shallow moon, you are revenge. I didn’t pay attention to you, now you want to be in Rong Jing’s arms? Stop thinking!

The carriage of the Prince's Mansion walked ahead, and Xian Ge ignored the others who were stunned by the curtain, waved the whip, and followed the carriage of the Prince's Mansion. Immediately after Yun Muhan commanded the coachman, the carriage of King Yun's Mansion followed.

Princess Qingwan slowly put down the curtain, a beautiful face a little sad. She has been bullying Yun Qianyue all these years, but now she knows that Mu Han is unhappy, and now Yun Qianyue has to be treated differently, so if she wants to marry into Yun Wangfu in the future, she may have to deal with Yun Qianyue. Get close. After all, she is Yun Muhan's only sister. She doesn't understand why she used to be so stupid to help Rong Linglan and Leng Alienation to bully Yun Qianyue, and now she has to remedy it, I hope it's not too late.

Rong Linglan snorted and put down the curtain. She didn't understand how Yun Qingyue He De could actually get her brother to treat her differently? In her view, no woman in this world can deserve his brother to take a look. If it is barely qualified, the piano and calligraphy and painting of the Prime Minister's House are all excellent, and the knitting woman is red, and her appearance is also a jade of choice. Miss Ning can also leave her speechless.

Leng Shuli also put his face down with a cold face. His Royal Highness had changed a little since the imperial palace Yunqianyue was not imprisoned that day. They were estranged from them, and there was a gentle smile on their faces when they met each other in the past. Now that he is more gloomy all over, she can't help but think that all of this is related to Yun Qianyue. She was really reluctant to think about whether the Crown Prince did not care about Yun Qingyue, but she still cares about her in her heart? With this thought, my heart was breathless. No, she must not let Yun Qingyue approach the Prince's Hall again.

The carriage of Miss Rongwangfu II and the carriage of the lord of the filial prince's palace slowly followed Princess Qingwan.

Finally, the carriage of Miss Yu Ning in the Prime Minister's House was parked quietly. Yu Ning held the curtain, and her eyes looked at the black wagon walking in front, her pink lips tight and her lips clenched. The hand holding the curtain didn't know when it was dead, her nails made her palms red through the curtain, but she knew nothing about it, her expression on her face was unclear, and she didn't know what to think.

"Miss?" Yu Ning's close-in-hand maid Happi called Yu Ning lightly, and she thought about how much the lady thought. But the young lady always thought deeply, and she didn't dare to speak indiscriminately.

"Huh?" Yu Ning remained motionless.

"The carriages in front are far away, should we also set off?" Chu Xi asked softly.

Yu Ning woke up at this moment, and saw that her carriage was now more than a mile away from the now detached carriage. She immediately let go of her hand and felt a pain in her palm. She looked down and found that there were two palms. Red marks. Fortunately, there was a curtain that didn’t scratch her palm. She narrowed her eyes. If she covered her palms with her sleeves casually, she turned around and looked at her first joy. Wen Wan still said, "Well, let's go!"