Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 253 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (22)

After returning from Jiaofang Division that day.

Bei'er started to live a low-key life, following the rules every day, never causing trouble or going out casually, so as to avoid meeting people who shouldn't be met.

In this way, half a month passed safely.

"Knock knock knock..."

Bei Er, who was reading the short story book with great interest in the study, was startled by a sudden knock on the door.

"Your Highness, Lingxing has something to report."

She hurriedly hid the little storybook, and said with a serious expression, "Come in."

Ling Xing at the door gently opened the door, holding a bronzing white invitation in his hand, bowed happily to Bei'er and said, "Your Highness, guess what you are holding?"

Bei'er rested his chin, played with the purple bamboo brush in his hand, raised his head and glanced lightly, and said indifferently: "Ang, Your Highness does not guess."

Lingxing's big eyes opened even wider. Looking at His Highness who has become increasingly lazy recently, she rolled her eyes with some hatred in her heart. Why has Her Highness changed since she came back from the Jiaofang Division that day? .

"Your Highness, Mr. Sikong has posted for you, inviting you to go for an outing in Yunwu Peak tomorrow."

When Bei Er heard her words, the hand holding her chin went bald, and she looked as if she was facing an enemy, "You... what did you say???? Who did you say invited me to go outing????? "

And her reaction, in Lingxing's eyes, was like an excited big horse monkey, "Mr. Sikong, future husband."

Bei Er stood up from the chair, and began to walk around in a hurry in the study.

It's over, it's over.

Isn't this person going to settle accounts with himself?
This is definitely a grand banquet, why don't you pack up your things and run away?

But where can she escape to?
Forget it, the soldiers will block the water and cover it with earth, at worst, I will sacrifice my appearance to seduce him and sleep with him.

Didn't everyone say that men in the Dayun Dynasty valued innocence the most?

If you take away his innocence, you will definitely be dead set on yourself.

After thinking through all this, Bei'er stopped and said to Ling Xing: "You went back to Sikong Zhao, and said that His Highness agreed, and I will definitely attend the appointment tomorrow."

Suiyang Palace.

Sikong Zhao was basking in the sun on a deck chair in the yard, reading a book with a book in his hand.

Under the sunlight, his already snow-white face was almost transparent.

Hearing Xue Fei's reply, he gave a faint "hmm".

It was expected and not surprising that the Crown Princess agreed to his invitation.

"Xue Fei, tomorrow's outing must be properly arranged, and we must not neglect our beautiful Highness." When he said this, Sikong Zhao's face did not change in any way, but people could still hear his tone. The killing breath exists.

I always kept in mind the fact that she actually played tricks on me last time, but because of the recent incidents, there were too many and incompetent, and I didn't have time to settle accounts with her. I asked her out this time to tell her that teasing myself is There is a price to pay.

Hearing Sikong Zhao's words, Xue Fei smiled slightly with a gentle face, "Yes, sect master."

Early the next morning.

Bei Er woke up early, with two big dark circles under her fair little face.

Seeing His Highness who got up so early today, Lingxing revealed a surprised expression. This was the first time His Highness got up so early after returning from the border.

It's just that she doesn't know, it's not that her highness woke up early, but that Bei'er didn't fall asleep at all last night. When she thought of meeting that black-bellied fellow Sikong Zhao today, she didn't feel sleepy at all, and kept her eyes open until she arrived. dawn.

After changing and dressing up, Bei Er rode her extremely luxurious carriage to the gate of Suiyang Prince's Mansion.

At this moment, she came to pick up Sikong Zhao.

After waiting for a stick of incense at the door, Sikong Zhao came out of the palace, dressed in a white brocade robe with cloud patterns, his long hair was fixed with a plum blossom jade hairpin, and his beautiful face was covered by a white veil.

After getting into the carriage and seeing Bei Er, Si Kongzhao bowed slightly in a youthful voice, "Your Highness."

When Bei Er saw him, she nodded slightly with an unnatural expression, "Well, sit down, don't be restrained."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The two sat on both sides of the coffee table made of purple golden sandalwood, not talking.

The carriage slowly drove towards the Yunwu Mountain outside the city. After an unknown amount of time, the carriage passed a bumpy road. The carriage was abnormally unstable, with a "bang" sound as if it hit a big rock.

Sikong Zhao's physique was weak, and he didn't have the slightest precaution. Due to the inertia of his whole body, he rushed forward, and his thin lips called out softly, "Ah~"

Just as he was about to hit the car door, he closed his eyes with a look of fear on his face.

When Bei Er saw it, she was startled, and quickly reached out to grab his wrist, pulled him into his arms, and asked with concern and nervousness, "Are you okay?"

Sikong Zhao felt the woman's soft body and warm body temperature, and an unknown throbbing spread in his heart. His cold moon-like eyes looked at her suspiciously, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a long time, he replied.

"Zhao'er is fine, thank you Your Highness."

It was only at this moment that Bei'er realized that she had actually hugged Sikong Zhao into her arms again.

The white and glamorous little face turned red in a flash, pushed him away from his arms, helped him to sit on the carriage, and said with a bit of embarrassment: "It's fine, it's fine."

Sikong Zhao didn't expect her to be so shy, he couldn't help but feel funny, this is not like her.

At this time, Ling Xing outside the car knocked on the car window and asked with concern: "Your Highness, are you all right, have you hit your head? There was a big rock on the road just now, and the wheel of the carriage hit it, and now the wheel is a bit damaged , the coachman is repairing."

Bei Er stretched out her hand and scratched her head, "Oh, we're fine, when will it be fixed?"

"Your Highness, a stick of incense can fix it."

"Oh, please fix it quickly."

Sikong Zhaoan sat quietly in the carriage, looking at the restless Bei'er with cold moon eyes, and asked lightly, "Your Highness doesn't seem to like being alone with Zhao'er?"

Bei'er let out an "ah" and quickly waved his hands, "How could you not like it? You're thinking too much."

"Oh, is that so? Why do I feel that His Highness hates Zhao'er so much?" Sikong Zhao moved forward slightly, leaning slightly, and the distance from Bei'er was only five centimeters.

Bei Er didn't expect him to be so close to him, anyone close could smell the faint sandalwood on his body, anyone close could see the fluff on his cheeks, and close enough could feel the temperature of his breath on the skin , it can be seen that his lip shape is perfect.

a time.

The temperature of the whole carriage rose several degrees, Bei'er felt her mouth dry, she swallowed unconsciously, "Zhao'er is so beautiful, how could my Highness hate it, naturally she is extremely pleased."

At this moment, her sassy voice was uncharacteristically soft and somewhat hoarse.

Sikong Zhao smiled, and parted his thin lips lightly, "Then how did Zhao'er hear that His Highness is very fond of Yan Yi, the oiran of the Jiaofang Division?"

(End of this chapter)