Seeing her resolute attitude and traces of irritation between her brows, Ji Yanchen didn't say anything more, but just glanced at certain parts of her vaguely.
"There have been rumors circulating around the house recently, have you heard about them?"
Yin Luzhu's face darkened slightly, "No."
Ji Yanshen's eyes were complicated, he looked at her deeply, and suddenly asked, "Do you need to check your pulse?"
"..." At this time, Yin Luzhu was no longer calm.
She is being suspected!
With a soft hum, she strode up to Ji Yanchen and raised her eyes to look at him, "Actually, I have a private question that I want to ask you."
"What?" Ji Yanchen frowned, the dislike in his eyes clearly evident.
Ji Yanchen seemed to always be vigilant and on guard against Yin Luzhu. After all, that night, he saw with his own eyes that Yun Danfengqing ordered someone to pierce the pipa bone of her favorite Xuanqing.
Under his gaze, Yin Luzhu smiled sheepishly, moved a little closer to him, and whispered in his ear.
Hearing this, a faint blush flashed across Ji Yanchen's face. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, averting his gaze from Yin Luzhu.
"It's normal, most men have it, I have it too."
Chang Yu: "??"
have what?
"Look at yours." In one sentence, Yin Luzhu blurted out without thinking.
Ji Yanchen's pupils shrank suddenly, and a rare hint of sullenness appeared on his face, "Your Majesty, please respect yourself!"
"..." Glancing silently, Yin Luzhu pursed his lips and complained with some dissatisfaction: "You are so stingy, what's wrong? Then I'll show you mine."
With that said, she was about to untie her belt, but she saw Ji Yanchen walking quickly towards the outside of Feng'an Hall with a red face, as if he was being chased by a tiger.
"It's getting late. I want to rest. Your Majesty, please rest too."
Looking at the figure that faded out of his sight, Yin Luzhu raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun on the horizon.
So, this is...macho shyness?
…
On the last night of spring, there was a heavy rain, which seemed to wash away everything.
Through the weak candlelight, Yin Luzhu curled up on the bed, holding his lower abdomen tightly with one hand.
The dull pain eroded her bit by bit, and in just a short moment, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Qing Luo opened the door and came in. Seeing her appearance at this moment, her heart trembled suddenly.
Without daring to delay any longer, she held an umbrella and ran towards Ji Yanchen's Xiyuan.
At this moment, Ji Yanchen was sleeping soundly, but there were rapid knocks at the door.
In this huge palace of Prince Chu Xiang, no one but the people from Feng'an Palace dared to knock on his door like this.
He stood up from the bed unhappily and put on some clothes casually.
"What's the matter?" He opened the door and looked at Qing Luo in front of him. He was not surprised at all.
"Something happened to the prince, please come with me and take a look."
"He can still die!" Ji Yanchen complained, but still picked up the medicine box and went out.
The heavy rain made his tall and thin shoulders wet, and his shoes and socks were all wet, but he calmly walked towards Feng'an Hall quietly.
This young man from a distinguished family is like this. He can't bear the pain. If he has a slight bump, he has to see a doctor as soon as possible.
Seeing him strolling leisurely in the courtyard, Qing Luo said, "Mr. Ji, can you walk faster?"
"Why, are you afraid that it will be too late to leave? Your Majesty's wound has healed?"
Qingluo: "..."
Pursing her lips, Qing Luo said nothing.
