"Really, then do we want to take a gamble?" Shangguan Zhou suddenly asked.
Minglan paused, raised her cold eyes and looked at him: "What do you mean?"
Shangguan Zhou suddenly took a step closer to her, held her hand, lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear -
"I bet Jiu Qian will believe that when he sees you and I being so close, you didn't push Ming Yueying into the water because you were jealous of Ming Yueying being the crown princess." |
He paused and chuckled: "Your hands are so hot, but you are sick. Why don't we bet that both you and his confidante Yun Ni are sick? Who will your godfather take care of?"
"Why is His Royal Highness here?!" A cold voice suddenly sounded.
Ming Lanruo looked at the tall figure who stood at the door of his cell with the leader.
"Cang Qiao!" She was stunned, and suddenly understood the reason why Shangguan Zhou behaved like this.
"Nine thousand years old!" Shangguan Zhou looked at Cang Qiao with a smile and nodded slightly.
Cang Qiao lowered her head and entered the cell, and said mockingly to the prince: "The prince is still struggling for life and death on the bed. Instead of accompanying the prince, your highness comes here to care about the princess. Isn't it appropriate?"
Shangguan Zhou lowered his eyes: "Master Qiansui, I have something to ask Princess Mourning, so I came here."
Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes and looked at him coldly: "Is the Crown Prince in charge of the Ministry of Punishment or the Dali Temple, or is he in charge of the Dongchang and Jinyiwei Prisons? Why do you actually need you to come here to interrogate people?"
The power and chill on his body made the prince freeze, and a dark light flashed across his elegant and delicate face.
This eunuch...is getting more and more rude!
Shangguan Zhou finally nodded calmly: "Qiansui Master is right, but Gu's thinking was not thoughtful enough."
Cang Qiao looked coldly and said: "Your Highness, please get out. This dirty place is not where you should be."
The prince had no choice but to take a deep look at Ming Lanruo and said warmly: "Lanruo, take care, I will definitely save you."
After that, he withdrew.
Cang Qiao's narrow phoenix eyes looked deeply at Ming Lanruo, and the corners of her scarlet lips curved into a cold smile: "You always make me admire you with admiration."
Previously, people came to report that the prince was taking care of Princess Mourning in prison, and the two were quite close. He still didn't believe it, but now he saw it with his own eyes.
While talking, he brought the Eight Immortals chair and hand warmer to Cang Qiao and helped him sit down.
Seeing his cold expression, Ming Lanruo couldn't help but be startled: "What, you were ordered to interrogate me?"
Cang Qiao's eyes were fixed on the fox fur on Ming Lanruo's body, and it looked like the prince's clothes.
While he was running for her, she quite enjoyed the care of other men.
He sneered gloomily: "Why, shouldn't you be interrogating? Or is it because the prince has specially ordered it? Do you really think that I can't touch you?"
Ming Lanruo was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Do you also think that I pushed Ming Yueying into the water?"
Cang Qiao looked at her steadily, but didn't reply. He just kept his dark eyes on her clothes.
She was dressed like a concubine of the Eastern Palace, and her soft body was wrapped in a fox fur that had the body temperature of other men.
"Lan Ruo... do you like this dress? If you don't like it, can you take it off?" He touched the heater in his hand and asked suddenly.
Ming Lanruo was stunned and looked down at her clothes. She didn't know why, but she still nodded: "Okay."
