aircannonsinc Chapter 106 Is He a Bit Perverted?
Chapter 106 Is He a Bit Perverted?
Rong Heqing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyeballs rolled unnaturally twice under his eyelids.
Pojun's eyebrows raised slightly under the mask, and a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
It turns out he wasn’t drunk.
He stared at Rong Heqing's face closely, and rubbed the sensitive skin on her ankles with more force.
Rong Heqing's eyelids were trembling noticeably more violently.
Pojun chuckled, withdrew his hand and stood up, pulled the quilt from the side of the bed to cover Rong Heqing, leaned over her and whispered, "Go to sleep."
Rong and Qing's breathing stagnated for a moment.
Only after Pojun stood up and turned to leave did she quietly open her eyes a little and look at his back.
I don’t know if he noticed something, but Pojun suddenly turned around and looked.
Rong Heqing closed his eyes in panic, his heart beating like a drum.
Did he see it?
no?
No, he is so perceptive, he should have seen it, right?
But she reacted quickly.
Rong Heqing's heart was as tangled as a knot.
Pojun's evil taste was satisfied. He lowered his eyes and twisted his fingers. The delicate and warm touch seemed to still remain on his fingertips.
He smiled silently, turned around and walked away.
This time he listened to Rong Heqing and walked out through the door.
Rong Heqing had never felt that the sound of opening a door was so wonderful!
She let out a long breath, but then she heard Chu Suifeng's voice outside.
Chu Suifeng asked in a bad tone: "Why are you here?"
Pojun: "The princess is looking for me."
"You came when I asked you to?" Chu Suifeng sneered, "You Wansheng Building people are really free."
Po Jun ignored his taunting and walked out. He paused as they passed each other. He turned to look at Chu Suifeng. His mask flashed a cold light under the lantern, but there was a smile in his eyes. He said, "Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of sobering soup. The princess is drunk."
"Drunk?" Chu Suifeng's expression changed and he looked at him warily.
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything, but I suggest you don't go in now. She needs time to rest."
Rong Heqing: “???”
He finally knew it, didn't he?!
"No need for you to remind me."
Chu Suifeng rolled his eyes at him, "Why don't you leave?"
Pojun smiled, walked down the stairs quickly, leaped onto the roof, and quickly disappeared into the night.
As soon as he left, Chu Suifeng immediately went into the room to take a look. He saw Rong Heqing lying on the bed with his hands clasped in front of him, looking very peaceful. He felt relieved, lowered the bed curtains, turned around and asked someone to remove the things in the room.
Rong Heqing slowly opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, lifted up his feet and took a look. The place that he had rubbed for a long time was faintly red.
[Xiao Jiujiu, when do you think he knew I woke up? ]
999: [I don’t know either. I think the host’s acting skills are pretty good.]
[Yeah, I think so too.] Rongheqing's mysterious self-confidence.
She listened to the rustling sounds outside, and heard Chu Suifeng and Wanzhu asking the kitchen to prepare some sobering soup.
Gradually, all the sounds disappeared, the door was closed, and the room returned to silence.
Rong Heqing sat up and touched his ankle, lost in thought.
Before, she thought Pojun was a serious and old-fashioned person, and would be shy when he saw her showing her shoulders.
As a result, today he took off her socks and even touched her ankles!
Isn't it said that women's feet were very important in ancient times? It's already very rude to look at someone's feet like this, but he dared to touch them. Does he have some special fetish?
The more Rong Heqing thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
I secretly told myself that I should be more careful in the future.
Thinking of what he said before he left, Rong Heqing felt annoyed again. He rubbed his ears hard which were getting hot, and then punched the quilt angrily.
He waited, she wrote down today's grudge in her little notebook!
*
In the blink of an eye, it was mid-November. As the New Year was approaching, people were busy preparing for the New Year, and the case of Duke Rong was gradually forgotten.
Both the Queen and the Crown Prince were placed under house arrest. At first, some people pleaded for mercy, but over time, nothing happened.
The Eastern Palace declined, and was replaced by the rise of Prince Rong and Prince Zhou.
As a result, the status of Concubine De and Concubine Gui also rose, and people came to show their goodwill to them in an endless stream.
However, the imperial concubine had a cold personality and would not meet anyone unless it was necessary.
Seeing this, everyone turned and looked at Concubine De.
Concubine De, on the other hand, accepted everyone who came to her and mingled with everyone in the harem, with a tendency to suppress her.
That day, Prince Ning came to the palace to pay his respects to the Imperial Concubine. When he heard about this, he couldn't help but ask the Imperial Concubine, "The Imperial Concubine De has been busy winning over the hearts of the people recently. Why isn't mother worried at all?"
The imperial concubine was embroidering something. Upon hearing this, she glanced at him with a calm expression, "What does it matter if you win over many people? The only one who can make the decision in this palace is your father. As long as he wants, it is only a matter of his thoughts whether it is honor or disgrace."
Prince Ning frowned and looked at the imperial concubine, seeming a little confused.
"Mother is absolutely right."
Prince Zhou came in with a cheerful face. The imperial concubine's expression softened when she saw him. "Why are you here?"
Prince Ning's eyes darkened involuntarily, and he stood up and greeted him, "Third brother."
King Zhou patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Sit down. Why should we be polite to each other in private?"
"The New Year is coming soon, I came to ask mother if she needs anything."
When Prince Zhou saw the imperial concubine embroidering something, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this for my father again?"
The imperial concubine shook her head. "It's for you. This winter is especially cold. You should be more careful when you walk outside."
As she spoke, she picked it up and showed it to King Zhou. It was a royal blue double-sided cloak with gold weaving, with mountains and rivers as the background and birds and beasts as the lining. It looked both noble and elegant.
King Zhou was overjoyed, "Thank you, mother!"
He glanced at Prince Ning, "What about the Tenth Master's?"
The imperial concubine paused, lowered her eyes and said, "It's not finished yet."
Prince Ning smiled and said, "It's a busy year at the end of the year. If you don't have time, you'd better not embroider it and don't work too hard."
The imperial concubine hummed, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look at him. "You are not young anymore. You will be twenty-one this year. It is time for you to get married. Do you have a girl you like?"
A person flashed through King Ning's mind, and he shook his head and said, "There is no rush for this matter. Didn't Third Brother also marry his princess at the age of 23?"
King Zhou waved his hand and said, "That's different. Your sister-in-law has to observe mourning, so she delayed the time. You don't have anything to do. If you get married earlier, there will be more people to take care of you."
Prince Ning just smiled and said nothing.
Fortunately, they only mentioned him casually and forgot about him when they talked about other things.
The two brothers had lunch with the imperial concubine, and then they went their separate ways after the meal.
Prince Zhou had things to do, so he came and went in a hurry. Prince Ning had nothing to do, so after seeing him off, he turned around and took a walk in the Imperial Garden.
His confidant Hu Ming looked at his face and asked in a low voice: "Is the prince unhappy?"
King Ning asked back: "What do you mean?"