This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

She said she wanted to marry...

Xiao Jue sat behind the curtain and looked at the art of war in his hands. He was already familiar with it and recited it by heart, but at this moment, he felt that he couldn't recognize the words on it.

Her last words lingered in her mind all the time.

After raising her head to look at the curtain, she was already asleep, still in a sleeping position with her back on her back, occasionally kicking the quilt over with her calves. She lives like a little doll that hasn't grown up yet, and likes to move around when she sleeps.

Xiao Jue took a deep breath, indescribably upset.

Why didn't he think of rejection when she said this?

But... inexplicably a little happy.

What a joy!

Xiao Jue frowned, the military book could no longer be read, and the handwriting on it was unknown.

Throwing it on the table in disgust, he stood up, poured a cup of cold tea and drank it. The dry fire in my heart has not subsided at all, but there is still the stance of rushing up again.

annoying!

Xiao Jue turned sideways and involuntarily looked behind the curtain again, his eyes fixed on her restless feet.

After all, they live in the flesh of mortals. Ghost Kings will not get sick, but mortals will. Some time ago, he was so drunk that he vomited, showing that his body was extremely delicate.

Going down to the pond tonight and running around barefoot again, if I have typhoid fever, this little trouble will definitely make trouble again.

The thoughts have not been interrupted, and when he reacts, the person has already closed the curtain and stood by the bed.

Xiao Jue whispered, pulled the quilt to cover her feet, picked up the pillow that fell on the ground, patted the dust, and stuffed it under her head again. Just after cleaning up, she kicked out one foot again.

Cover again.

Pedal again.

cover again...

so repeated.

Xiao Jue had blue veins on her forehead and stared at her angrily.

Why is it so frustrating to sleep!

Xiao Jue tugged at the string hanging from the side, and simply tied her feet together. After thinking about it, it was still not enough. He tore off another, tied his hand, and tucked it into the bed.

Can't get it out now?

He curled his lips and smiled, just about to leave. Tsing Yi turned over and arched, Oh Huo, the quilt slipped.

Xiao Jue took a deep breath, his brows furrowed into a ball, a moment later a cicada appeared on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, and there were several ropes tied outside.

Let's see how you turn it!

Xiao Jue looked at his masterpiece, snorted coldly, but laughed again.

Smile and laugh, but can't laugh anymore.

She closed her eyes in despair, raised her head and covered her face with one hand.

Beiyin, what are you doing...

He half opened his eyes, thinking he must be crazy.

"Uncle Beiyin, are you going to kill this wicked mother-in-law to relieve her hatred?" Little Fatty emerged from the purple gold ring and asked simply.

Xiao Jue's eyes fell on it, and his expression was a bit embarrassed, "Well, cover her to death."

Little Fatty was shocked, uncle is so cruel! Is this going to kill his future daughter-in-law? However, this doesn't seem to be such a bad thing!

"Really?" he asked excitedly: "Then can I come back, and I don't have to be sent by this wicked woman! She is really good or bad, cheating child labor without paying wages..."

Before he could finish complaining, Xiao Jue shook his head, "No."

Little Fatty's happy expression froze on his face, "Why?"

Xiao Jue frowned and didn't answer the question, he just left a sentence: "Good life to serve her", leaving Little Fatty in the same place, weak, pitiful and helpless.

But he left the room without looking back, and his back looked a little bit like evasion...

The next day, before dawn, the Prince Regent went to the morning court. Not long after he left, a few more screams resounded from his courtyard.

Several roof tiles were shaken off the roof and shattered.

"Xiao Jue, you son of a turtle!"

Tsing Yi rushed out of the room with his hair disheveled, pulled out the sword hanging on the wall, and looked around fiercely as if he was about to slash.

When Lingfeng saw this, he jumped in shock, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Highness has gone up to the court, Your Royal Highness, please calm down!"

calm down? If you want to calm down, get out and calm down!

Tsing Yi's lungs were about to explode. When she woke up, she was **** into a big dumpling. She was **** outside and her hands and feet were tied up!

Ha, it's really uncle, but auntie can't bear it!

Do you think that if you hide from the old lady, you will have nothing to do with you?

"What is Xiao Jue's favorite thing?"

Lingfeng's brain twitched, and he replied subconsciously, "Calligraphy and painting."

Tsing Yi raised her eyebrows: "Where are they all placed?"

"study."

Hehe, Her Royal Highness the princess turned her waist in a demonic manner, she is familiar with the way to the study!

The guards of the palace didn't dare to stop him when they saw this, not to mention that even the prince dared to cut the princess' violent temper, this is the future princess!

Forget it, pretend to be blind, pretend you can't see.

Walking into the study, Tsing Yi glanced at the furnishings and snorted a few times.

Isn't this little white face a warrior? Also learn from those sour Confucian scholars who do so much calligraphy and painting in the house, contrived!

"If you like it so much, then Ben Gong will give you more color."

As soon as he picks up the brush and ink, Tsing Yi begins his great painting. In a short while, there are more than a dozen large tortoises hanging on the walls of the room.

Perfect!

Tsing Yi raised her eyebrows proudly, and was about to drop it when she saw a scroll of paintings that was half-covered on the desk.

The painting should be halfway through being mounted, and the mounted Jinling looks like the best material. What kind of masterpiece is it? It's worth his troubles, and he even does the mounting himself?

Tsing Yi stretched out her hand curiously, just as she was about to touch the painting, Lingfeng hurriedly walked in with a worried expression: "The princess is not well, there is a letter from the palace, please hurry back to the palace!"

Ok? Tsing Yi's hand was halfway there.

With a frown, Tsing Yi asked, "What happened in the palace?"

"Taoxiang asked people to send a letter, saying that it was His Majesty's summons, but not long after His Majesty's decree arrived, the Empress also arrived at the Qianqiu Palace. She has tried her best to delay, but I am afraid it will not last long."

Tsing Yi's brows wrinkled, the emperor would pick the time.

As for Queen Du.

Tsing Yi walked out with a sneer, with a cold light in his eyes. Oh, I haven't gone to her to settle the account of the assassin last time, but she couldn't wait to deliver it to her door!

Lingfeng was about to follow him, so he had to get the carriage ready, but as soon as he left the yard, Tsing Yi was nowhere to be seen.

Does Her Royal Highness walk so fast? !

Lingfeng murmured back to the study, and before he entered the door, he heard an exclamation from inside.

"What's the matter!" He rushed in, and saw the servant who entered the door with his forefoot ready to clean up, slumped on the ground, and pointed at the wall with a pale face.

Lingfeng looked up, his calf was weak and he almost knelt down.

The boss with his mouth open, his eyes staring straight at the wall full of ghost symbols.

Oh my god!

Those are all Wang Ye's favorite calligraphy and paintings, why are they all painted on the king's eighth?

Lingfeng can't imagine how the prince will react when he sees this scene...

Your Royal Highness, you are killing us! !