Chapter 221: Kissing the Sick Prince 8

"The slave family can only say sorry!" I don't plan to show them now.

Look at the yarn!

Louchen didn't even look at it!

She drank the porridge in small sips and lifted the veil slightly, so that she could eat it.

"What a shame! This king commands you to lift the veil! "The Ten Princes put on the momentum of a royal magnate.

Hatsumi suddenly knelt on the ground, "Please forgive the slave family for not obeying his fate!" ”

"Why is that?" The Ten Princes snorted coldly.

"The slave family is a Qinglou woman, her identity is inconvenient, and she is afraid of staining the eyes of several masters, if she doesn't dislike it, she will definitely perform alone for several masters when she first sees her in the future." She knelt on the cold floor, and she wanted to pull Louchen down and crush him to pieces.

Damn fellows!

"Heh, it's just not to give face...... the Ten Princes sneered, "But it's okay, you're the confidante of the Dust King now!" For his sake, I won't embarrass you! ”

"Thank you, Dust King." At first sight, he was still on his knees.

I didn't eat much at first sight, and several princes left one after another, and Bai Yanxi also got up.

Lou Chen stared at Chu Jian, "Don't leave yet, do you want this king to send you personally?" ”

"It's not." Chu Jian got up and stood in the middle of the hall, "Did you forget that in the afternoon, Chu Jian said that he would accompany the prince tonight." ”

Bai Yanxi, who walked to the door, heard this, and her steps paused, this woman was shameless!

She is worthy of being a woman in a green building!

No, she must marry in as soon as possible.

Chujian walked towards him step by step, a meter away from him, and stopped, "If the prince doesn't want to talk about it tonight, the slave family will leave immediately." ”

"Talk, of course!" Lou Chen sneered coldly in his eyes, "Go to the king's room, let's talk slowly." ”

"Yes."

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Louchen's room is wide and large, in the dark, the candlelight is bright, the large rows of bookshelves, the wall is hung with landscape paintings, a screen of a tiger out of the mountains and forests, ink paint.

The room was the same as his previous one, as black and gray as ever, with serious cold tones.

His long figure sat down at the log table, "Pour tea." ”

When I first saw him pour tea, she moved slowly, poured the tea, and she sat opposite.

"The king let you sit?" Lou Chen's dark eyes stared at her.

"Don't let you sit, does the prince want the slave family to stand all the time? How long does the prince want the slave family to stand? All night? When I first saw him, I got up, turned around, and came to his side.

She leaned over slowly, put her right hand on his shoulder, and touched the veil behind her ear with her left hand, "I was too tired last night and neglected the prince, so I ...... tonight"

She leaned into Lou Chen's arms and sat down, her eyebrows crooked close to him, "The prince personally revealed?" ”

Lou Chen's bony hand was put behind her ear and torn off mercilessly.

The corners of his lips curled when he smiled at first sight, and his right hand hooked his neck, "Can you still see the slave?" ”

"Okay." Louchen took the teacup on the table, "My lips are a little dry, this tea king feeds you." ”

"So good? The little woman was flattered...... "I was a little skeptical at first sight.

Daji: "Master, there is something wrong with this tea!" ”

If you have a problem, you have to drink, he gave it.

Hatsumi smiled and opened his mouth, and warm tea poured into his mouth.

"Ahem......"

Chu Jian wiped the corners of his mouth, "If you don't have anything else to say, the little girl will retire." ”

"Say goodbye to what?" Louchen pressed her waist tightly, and she leaned her head in front of him.

Louchen's handsome face was close, "Sent to the door, still want to leave?" ”

"Don't go, you raise me, prince......" Chujian whispered, "If the prince is willing to marry me, a woman in the Qinglou, I am afraid that it will be against your reputation ...... Not good! ”