The princess always wants to get out of the wall

Coming out of Ting Yuxuan, Feng Xin was too guilty because she poked a basket, so she was as obedient as a little white rabbit, following Zhao Jing'an meekly and innocently, following step by step.

Zhao Jing'an was a little bored at first—how could he not be bored?He has been well-behaved for so many years, and he is as rigid as the ruler in the master's hand, never going out of line in the slightest.But now?Zhao Jingan hooked the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating manner. Ye Jilin had just reminded her not to get on the capsized ship of Zhenbei Palace.He was still swearing before, but he slapped his face in the blink of an eye.

Really...Zhao Jing'an looked at Feng Xin who was pretending to be obedient beside him in a blink of an eye, and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness - he always had nothing to do with her.

And she always seemed to have a way with him.

Duan Xiaowang was in a delicate mood immediately, and returned to Ji Yayuan with a sigh.

And because Feng Xin was too guilty, and knew the truth that a monk could not escape the temple if he could run away, he might as well take the initiative to admit his mistakes and strive for leniency before things got worse.

So, Feng Xin followed Zhao Jing'an back to Ji Ya Yuan.

Zhao Jingan sat down with a stern face, and Feng Xin went up to bring him tea and water in a very doggy manner, grabbing Ru Yue's job abruptly.

Zhao Jingan: "..."

Feng Xin was like a primary school student who made a mistake, standing in front of the beautiful little prince, with a very sincere expression and a very good attitude: "I was wrong."

"..." Zhao Jing'an raised his eyes to look at Feng Xin behind his hand, "Where did you go wrong?"

Feng Xin suddenly felt a little complicated.

What a familiar dialogue pattern, it is generally seen in quarrels between couples seeking reconciliation, the general scene is as follows:

Male (kneeling washboard/keyboard/durian, etc.): Daughter-in-law, I was wrong.

Female (like a queen mother): Where is it wrong?

Male: Barbara...

……

Feng Xin looked at the beautiful young prince in front of her, feeling very delicate.I don't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that there seemed to be a strange atmosphere between her and the beautiful little prince.

Maybe she had the heart of an old mother, but ended up doing something like a child?

While self-reflecting, Feng Xin opened her mouth and said, "It's my fault that I overheard Mo Bei's affairs in the study, and dragged Duan Wang's mansion down..."

Zhao Jing'an looked at Feng Xin expressionlessly.

Feng Xin shut up, and then she had a flash of inspiration, and said very sincerely to the beautiful little prince who was obviously dissatisfied with her previous answer: "My mistake is that I didn't listen to you..."

Zhao Jingan's complexion visibly softened a lot.

Feng Xin silently wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist, feeling inexplicably that she had survived a catastrophe.

"Forget it." Duan Xiaowang sighed in his heart, what can he do?What else can I do if I can't bear to be punished?Clean up the mess for her.

Feng Xin immediately looked at Zhao Jing'an with bright eyes, as if stars had fallen in his eyes.

"..." Zhao Jing'an snorted coldly, "Will you still dare in the future?"

Feng Xin: "...don't dare."

This beautiful little prince, you have to be reasonable and unforgiving.

Zhao Jing'an glanced at her, and seeing that she still had an obedient look, he immediately felt much more at ease.

"Then you have to listen to me from now on." Zhao Jingan strikes while the iron is hot.

No matter how heartless Feng Xin was, she also became vigilant when she heard the words of the beautiful little prince who was obviously digging a hole.

Can she say no?Feng Xin thought painfully.

However, the beautiful little prince's eyes were burning, and he didn't intend to let her go easily at all, with a serious look that if she didn't give a quick and affirmative answer, she would not be able to walk out of this door today.

But... Feng Xin was suffering while thinking, the beauty of the little prince with a cold face actually has an extraordinary charm upon closer inspection.There is quite a sense of alienation and indifference of the fairy in the painting.

It's a pity that this fairy in the painting is not fairy at all now that he has his eyes on her.

"Okay." Feng Xin replied weakly.

Zhao Jingan's heart suddenly jumped violently, almost instantly, that sentence was about to be blurted out - then you just listen to me, don't go to Mobei, okay?

But now is not the time.

He always had to settle things before he came to talk to her about them.

the next day.

In Jiyayuan, Ruyue was just facing the enemy, staring at Zhao Jing'an with piercing eyes, as firm as a heroic and unyielding revolutionary female soldier facing the enemy.

The enemy - Zhao Jing'an, looked a little pale, but still had a wry smile: "Sister Ruyue, good sister, I really have something to do today."

The female revolutionary soldier was not moved by it at all, she just held a medicine bowl and blew gently twice: "What is more important than the prince's body?"

It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the prince has suffered from an old illness again. He should have been warming himself up at home, but he went out and was exposed to the wind and cold. Who can he ask for reasoning?

Ruyue touched the rim of the bowl and found that the temperature was just right, so she filled the medicine with a spoon and brought it to Zhao Jingan's lips.

A strong bitterness came to his nostrils, and Zhao Jing'an subconsciously stepped back, with a pitiful expression on his face.

However, the female revolutionary soldier was still unmoved by it, holding up the medicine bowl without feeling sore in the slightest, and would never stop until Zhao Jingan drank it.

Zhao Jing'an took a deep breath, and was just about to pinch his nose and finish drinking in one breath, when a voice from the little maid suddenly came from outside: "My lord, the princess is here."

county lord?

Kisaragi's expression was a little subtle for a moment.

However, when the curtain was lifted, it was not Zhao Xinning who came in, but Ying Pinglan.

This time, Kisaragi's expression became more subtle.

"Princess." Ruyue got up to say hello, Zhao Jingan was wrapped in a thick blanket and fur on the couch, her little face looked paler and paler.

"My lord, this is..." Ying Pinglan had been in Mobei all year round, and did not know about Zhao Jingan's body. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help being a little surprised.

Zhao Jing'an wrote lightly: "It's okay, I've made an old mistake."

old problem?

Prince Duan is only 16 years old, and he grew up pampered and pampered. If it wasn't for congenital inadequacies, where did the old problems come from?

Ying Pinglan thought about it a few times, and looked at Zhao Jing'an with complicated eyes.

Zhao Jingan's gaze towards Pinglan was calm and composed, but with Ying Pinglan here, he was too embarrassed to act coquettishly with Kisaragi to avoid taking the medicine, so he frowned, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it down in one gulp, resulting in a sad face.Luckily, Ruyue understood his temperament best, quickly picked up a piece of candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, Zhao Jing'an managed to maintain his face as a young prince.

However, this is only from Zhao Jingan's point of view.

Ying Pinglan looked at Zhao Jing'an, his eyes were still strangely complicated.

"Is the lord injured?" After a long time, Ying Pinglan suddenly opened his mouth and asked a rather incoherent question.

Zhao Jing'an raised his eyebrows—what the hell is this princess talking about?

"No." Zhao Jing'an said calmly, Ruyue wrapped the blanket around him tightly again, then bowed his knees and bowed, leaving space to the two of them.

Ying Pinglan was rough on the surface, but he was actually as careful as a hair.The battlefield is changing rapidly, and everything is fatal. If she is not careful, how can she survive until now?

She had been quietly looking at Ruyue's care of Zhao Jing'an, and some doubts arose in her heart.

Zhao Jing'an was already uncomfortable and overly sensitive. Although Ying Pinglan's sizing up at him wasn't too much, he still noticed it.

He thought for a while, then thought of Ying Pinglan's question just now, and said to appease Ying Pinglan: "Don't worry, the princess, it's just a small problem, and it won't delay the big event of the princess."

Ying Pinglan just wanted to nod, but seeing Zhao Jingan's lips that were almost the same color as her pale face, she hesitated again: "Why don't we wait until tomorrow."

The complexion and state of this young prince Duan are really bad.Although she is anxious, the matter of Mobei cannot be resolved in a short time.If something went wrong with this little Prince Duan in order to catch up with today's affairs, she can't explain it to Feng Xin.

Seal heart.

Ying Pinglan sighed softly and sealed her heart.

"No need." Zhao Jing'an shook his head feebly, but his expression was very firm, "The sooner the matter of Mobei is resolved, the sooner this king will feel at ease."

Ying Pinglan felt guilty again, but he couldn't refute what Zhao Jingan said.

"It's just..." Zhao Jing'an hesitated for a moment, and said to Ping Lan, "When I go out later, I will ask the Princess for help."

Ying Pinglan: "???"

After half an hour, Ying Pinglan finally understood what Zhao Jingan wanted her to help with.

The big servant girl next to Prince Duan is really fierce; let the two of them speak their minds and do everything possible, but this girl just refuses to let Prince Duan go out.

The way Ying Pinglan looked at Zhao Jing'an became more complicated—what is the inseparable relationship between this young prince Duan and Miss Ruyue, who can give Miss Ruyue such great power and control it over the head of a prince? Not at all?

Thinking of this, Ying Pinglan suddenly felt that she seemed to understand why Feng Xin had to go to Mobei with her.

Gee.

This is something about the backyard of a deep house in the capital.

Ying Pinglan's heart was full of turmoil and stormy waves.

It was time for another incense stick, and Ying Pinglan felt his mouth was dry and his lips were worn down a bit.Not only did that Ruyue girl show no signs of fear, on the contrary, her face became even more angry.

Who is the master here?Ying Pinglan was filled with emotion, picked up the teacup at hand to moisten his throat, then stood up, and said to Zhao Jingan: "Offended."

Zhao Jingan: "???"

In the next moment, Prince Duan only felt that he was soaring into the air, being carried on the back by Ying Pinglan, and escaped successfully.

Ruyue and the other little maids were left stunned.

Zhao Jingan was also dumbfounded.

Until Ying Pinglan went straight to the carriage with his back like a gust of wind, he was still immersed in the huge shock and couldn't recover for a long time.

Feng Xin and Zhao Xinning watched the two of them blow past in front of them like a gust of wind, and before they could make a sound with their opened mouths, they could only look at their backs and sigh.

"Cough cough." Before he could say anything, he poured a mouthful of wind and soil, Feng Xin coughed dryly twice, and looked at Zhao Xinning who was also in a daze.

This... What the fuck did she see just now?

Her husband in name, eloped with the girl she was going to hook up with...? ? ? ! ! !

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The author has something to say:

small theater.

Zhao Jingan: Are you wrong?

Feng Xin (sincerely): I was wrong.

Zhao Jingan: Will you dare in the future?

Feng Xin (with 12 points of sincerity): How dare you!

As a result, a certain Pixin's leg was broken, so he failed to get out of the wall.