"Princess."

When Lu Zhiyao came in, what he felt at the moment was the tense atmosphere between Song Qian and Song Tan.

He naturally smiled, walked to Song Tan's side, took out a sachet in his arms, and handed it to Xia Ling.

The shoulders of the dark robe were mostly wet by the rain, and the hair on Lu Zhiyao's sideburns was also wet, but when the man's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, the gentle and doting color was enough to make any woman in this world instantly jealous of this woman who was treated gently by him.

Song Qian's eyes were glued to Lu Zhiyao's body, and she couldn't leave.

"Pony, you're here." Xia Ling was successfully rescued by Lu Zhiyao's arrival, she put the sachet in the palm of her hand, got up and went to the side to get a handkerchief, and helped Lu Zhiyao dry the rain on her body.

Her movements were clumsy and serious, as if she hadn't thought at all that Lu Zhiyao would be drenched like this, just let him change his clothes.

A fool is a fool.

Disdain flashed in Song Qian's eyes.

"Sister, the colt is wet, wouldn't it be nice if you let him change his clothes?" She smiled and spoke.

Song Qian's delicate voice was particularly tiresome in this room.

Lu Zhiyao frowned silently, as if he had just seen Song Qian here.

"I've seen Princess Fukang." He bowed calmly.

"Let's be flat." Song Qian coughed, "Lu Yuma, you are the concubine of Sister Fuyu, then it is equivalent to my brother-in-law." I have a good relationship with Sister Fuyu, and Lu Juma doesn't have to see me. ”

Lu Zhiyao: "You still have to keep the courtesy." ”

Xia Ling stood beside him, still rubbing Lu Zhiyao's shoulders with a handkerchief.

It's normal for a fool to not understand human feelings.

However, Song Qian looked at Lu Zhiyao, the more she looked at it, the happier she became, and then at Song Tan behind him, Song Qian's heart swelled up with countless bubbles of vinegar.

What's so good about Song Tan? If it weren't for the concubine's own mother, she was a fool, how could she still be a colt like Lu Zhiyao.

This world is really unfair, give her the identity to cross, but don't give her a space or something.

Song Qian felt uncomfortable, in the room, Xia Ling didn't speak, and no one talked to Song Qian.

Lu Zhiyao turned around, lowered his head and whispered something to Xia Ling, who was helping him wipe his wet clothes.

The husband and wife are harmonious and beautiful, and Song Qian is like an outsider here.

"Sister, why did my brother-in-law come back in broad daylight?" Song Qian smiled and got up.

She didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, got up and went to the side to pour Lu Zhiyao a cup of tea.

"Brother-in-law, drink some tea to warm up."

The hot tea was delivered in front of Lu Zhiyao, and with such a courteous demeanor, Lu Zhiyao's eyes darkened.

"Thank you, princess." He said plainly.

When Lu Zhiyao took the teacup, a slightly cool finger swept across his palm.

Lu Zhiyao suddenly looked, and his gaze crashed into Song Qian's eyes with deep meaning and a smile.

Lu Zhiyao just took the teacup, his face was expressionless, and he let go.

The teacup fell down at the moment, and most of it wet Song Qian's skirt, and the teacup shattered on the ground, splashing hot water.

Lu Zhiyao blocked a large amount of hot water in front of Xia Ling, and Song Qian, "Ah" screamed.

She was wearing a thin model from early summer, which could not stop any hot water at all, and most of it was poured on her lap, as if the tea was poured directly on her lap.

gasping, Song Qian's face turned pale with pain, and the palace maid helped her deal with it as soon as possible, but her skirt couldn't be lifted, and her legs must have been burned red, and it hurt hotly.