Chapter 372: The unloved princess (3)

Ling Ye nodded.
He gave a cough and didn't look away. "The king is drunk, I don't know."
"Looking at the Lord unconsciously, fearing that he might get upset if he got up hard, and asked the Lord to atone for his sins." She said with concern, "Is the Prince still having a headache? He asked the person to prepare a sober soup, so drink a little ? "
Through yesterday, she seemed to have found a way to get along with Ji Yang.
If you want to get close to him, it is absolutely necessary to pose, he will feel that she is reluctant to marry into the palace and touch his inverse scale.
Then take the initiative to get close, although Ji Yang is grumpy, but he will not be unreasonable, reach out and not smile at people.
Ji Yang didn't return, sat up, closed his eyes and reached out and rubbed his temples, an uncomfortable look.
"I rub it for you." Ling Yan moved his body and tried to reach out his hand, his cold fingertips touching his forehead.
Ji Yang froze, not very adapted to her closeness, but did not refuse. She slowly put his hand down, pressing her fingers gently on the temple, and said gently, "I must have felt uncomfortable when I woke up. It will be better after a while. "
Her strength was moderate, and Ji Yang slowly relaxed her body and mind and leaned back.
Ling Yan observed his expression, his movements became bolder and closer to him.
"My King knows it." Ji Yang said, suddenly opening his eyes and looking at Ling Yan. The two eyes were opposite each other, and his thin lips opened slightly. "Prince, are you courting King?"
"Xun Shen and Wang Ye are husbands and wives, how can you please? Lord Wang is uncomfortable, and he must be anxious." Ling Yan lowered his eyebrows and responded in a hurry.
She can understand that Ji Yang is raising the bar with everyone, and she is just one of the punching bags.
If this knot does not open, the relationship will only worsen.
"What the king did to the princess before, the princess was not angry at all? Not angry?" Ji Yang seemed to be unbelieving, raised her eyebrows at her, and was stubborn to find a hole in her face to prove her guess.
"Angry." Ling Yan continued to massage him, "I also feel wronged, I don't know what I did wrong to cause Wang Ye to treat him like that, but I can't help myself."
"We can close." Ji Yang exited without thinking.
I heard that Ling Ye's eyes faded, and the hands that massaged him were shaking, and Ji Yang's eyes changed, a little awkward.
"Is Lord Wang so annoying about body? I hate you so much that I don't want to see each other?" Ling Yan bowed his head, his words were lonely. He can divorce his wife, and go back to the same government again without having to face him. He can only go to the hall to accompany the blue lantern ancient Buddha. "
"I didn't say divorce." Ji Yang retorted her. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason to hate her. Then he said, "I didn't aim at you!"
"The prince will wash his clothes and drink some hangover soup to relax." Ling Ye didn't ask, "I waited for the lord to wash and change clothes."
She thought that Ji Yang wouldn't let her get closer, but today he doesn't have that much taste, and he didn't deliberately make things difficult for her.
Ling Ye is not stupid. After busy, he takes good care of him, and that gentleness makes Ji Yang a little uncomfortable.
Later, the two were having breakfast. She used a spare chopstick to clip him a siu kebab. "The lord tasted it. This cook is just here. This is his ancestral recipe and it's delicious."
"My lord will pinch herself, and the princess will take care of herself." Even though Ji Yang said that, she clipped and finished.
Ling Xiao was good at checking the color when she was a child. She soon discovered a problem. Ji Yang is not soft or hard.
If he is good to him, it will be very difficult for him to speak hard.
In order to verify this, she gave him another soup pill, "Master Wang eats more, and it's late today."
"Um." Ji Yang nodded. "You eat too."
Ling Yan ate less, so he put down his chopsticks and started serving Ji Yangpu with good care.
He is arrogant and willful. He doesn't think deeply about things and doesn't care about other people's views.
At the very least, if she doesn't hate her and doesn't contradict her closeness, then she may be able to restore the relationship.
After meals.
Ji Yang still did not leave, this was the first time he had rested in her courtyard.
There have been rumors in the palace. Last night, the Lord went to the Princess, but because of drunkenness, she must have woke up because she was awake. After all, the Princess was not as favored as a singer.
All parties are waiting for movement.
The people in the hospital were also uneasy. Xu Zheng and others were absent all morning, and Xia He went in to explore through the nest of birds.
Ji Yang slept in bed, while Ling Yan was sitting aside, looking at the poems in his hands, and the room was quiet.
"Miss." Xia He just exited, and the other party made a whispering gesture. She immediately stopped and put the bird's nest on the table gently.
"Let's cook some sober soup again," Ling Yan said in a low voice.
Xia He looked at the sleeping prince, and he was a little happy at the bottom of his heart. He bent down and said, "Yes, go here."
Wang Ye and her family can get along well. Now they can stop the mouths of those people and prevent them from making jokes!
The hangover soup was cooked and Ji Yang just woke up.
He walked towards Ling Yan, looking at the sober soup in the other's hand, frowned, and looked at the bowl on the table, "What's that?"
The words were a little unpleasant, just like Ling Ye had tasted something delicious while carrying him, and made him drink something so unpleasant.
"Return to Lord Wang, it's the bird's nest you brought to your body." Ling Yan said again, "I haven't thanked Prince Wang in person, the bird's nest is delicious."
Ji Yang's expression was loose, and his tone was raised a few degrees. "Of course it's delicious, but this is Shiraz's tribute. That's all, no concubine can eat."
In other words, being my princess is better than being a concubine!
Ling Yi stunned and responded quickly, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Thank Wang Ye for his love."
Ji Yang waved her hand, took the sober soup from her hand, and drank it.
"Is the Prince still hurting?" Ling Ye stepped forward to take the bowl in his hand and looked at him to ask.
"Of course it didn't hurt. The king's body recovered quickly, and it's no problem." Ji Yang glanced at her, and returned with a stern face, for fear Ling Ling felt that he was incapable.
Ling Ye thought he looked a little funny, but she didn't show it, "Wang Ye will be fine when he recovers, and he will be relieved."
"You care about me?" Ji Yang grasped the point.
"The prince is a concubine, and the concubine naturally cares about you. In the future, I want to ask the lord to drink less alcohol, which is not good for the body." Ling Ye said something to build up his courage, for fear that Ji Yang felt uncomfortable and thought she was more. Nosy.
Ji Yang squinted his eyes, and after a while Aojiao said, "My King knows!"
After that, he turned and raised his leg and left.
Ling Yan stood in place, looking at his tall back, thinking about the other person's temperament, as if it was so casual.
Forget it, if she said again, touching his ignition point, I'm afraid it would not be so pleasant.
Inside the palace.
On the edge of the meditation lake, the woman standing on the side was wearing a dark blue cardigan dress, with a wide skirt behind her back, and a crystal bun on her head, with tassels hanging from it.
She looked at the rippled lake, then lowered her head, looked at her slightly raised belly, and stroked it gently.
Child, child.
You must be a son.
"Mother-in-law, the wind is strong today." The palace maid came up, took the cape, put on her, whispered, "Slave heard that Lord Xian was staying with Princess Xian last night."
"Is this true?" Mo Tian's expression changed.
The two were husband and wife, and it was normal for them to sleep together. However, Ji Yang liked her. Some time ago, she made things so big for her.
When she heard the news, she was surprised.
Mofu and Lingfu have always been at odds with each other, and she and Ling Ye are also "old rivals". It can be said that the two are on par with each other and compete for the position of "the first talented woman in Beijing".
"It's true that King Xian went to the blue building last night and brought back a singer. I heard that I would ask to be concubine. After getting drunk, I went to the princess's courtyard. I heard that there was a trouble, but nothing happened today. . "The maid continued.
Mo Tian frowned slightly, her eyes sinking, "You keep people staring. Don't be scared."
She needs Ji Yang's likes and needs his help. Naturally, she does not want his love to disappear. The more unwilling the other party is, she will always be Bai Yueguang.
"Slavery knows."
The maiden lowered her head, turned and walked back, stopped within a few steps, and bowed, "Slave has seen the Lord."
Mo Tian turned around, and the man not far away was wearing a moon-white brocade, and his hair was with a piece of jade, with a white jade pendant on his waist.
If you really want to describe it, at first glance, it gives you the feeling that the scenery is elegant and beautiful, but the person has the most city government and ambition.
"I've seen Wang." Mo Tian leaned slightly.
"The imperial concubine doesn't need to be polite." Ji Yao stopped in front of her a few steps and looked at the lake. "The weather is good today, the imperial concubine looks much better than last time."
"I was unwell for a short time, and the Taiyi doctor prescribed several anti-fertility medicines after seeing it, which is not a big deal." Mo Tian smiled slightly and replied.
Ji Yao nodded, "That's good."
The two casually said something irrelevant, and Ji Yao lifted his foot and left without looking at Mo Tian a second glance.
However, Mo Tian did not immediately go in the opposite direction. Yu Guang was still staring at the white back, and he coveted a few more times before retracting.

Since Ji stayed drunk and stayed overnight, the two have been peacefully together for a day, but there was no dispute, and he did not ridicule Ling Ling as usual.
However, the habit of strolling to the kiln to go to the blue house has not changed, except that he no longer brings back the singer and is not drunk.
"As long as Lord Wang no longer brings people to the backyard, the lady will always be better." Xu Yan comforted Ling Ye, "Miss Day will take the opportunity to lower her head, and it will not be so sad to give birth to a child."
"According to the laws of the current dynasty, the prince can only marry two side concubines at most. If they are brought back again, they may not be in the position of side concubines." Ling Yan lightly opened his lips.
Even if the relationship with Ji Yang has eased a little, it will only ease up a little.
I thought that the palace was the cleanest, but unexpectedly Ling Zhen really entered a fire pit, and Xu Yan's old eyes became red. "If the young lady had gone to marry somewhere else, why would she be such an aggrieved mother?"
Not to mention letting Ji Ji give birth to the eldest son and eldest daughter, even the servants will not be able to kill them all, maintaining the status of the main room.
"Mistress ..."
"It seems that the princess was really wronged to marry the king." A voice sounded, and Ji Yang's figure appeared in front of the two, sneering loudly.
Xu Yan's face turned pale, and he immediately knelt down.
"Mother-in-law has no other meaning, begging Wang Ye to be enlightened, it's all her fault, and she stands up willing to be punished." Ling Ye also knelt down.
"It was the slave who committed it, and it was all the fault of the slave." Xu Xiesheng was afraid that Ji Yang would incriminate Ling Ling again. He extended his hand and slammed his lips, beating and scolding. "All slaves It's the old slave's fault ... "
Ji Yang never came a few days ago. Ling Ye was watching her grow up. Now the whole city is joking. She is inevitably anxious, relying on Ling Ye's value to forget her identity.
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"Okay." Ji Yang waved impatiently, "Go on!"
Xu Yan looked at Ling Yan, his eyes were worried, and the other side winked at her, and said, "The prince is broad-minded, he thanked the grandfather for the grandmother, and thanked the grandfather."
She said, leaning over to scratch her head.
Ji Yang stepped forward and pulled her up, raising an eyebrow. "Don't come to this set, I hate these etiquettes most and knelt down."
Ling Yan stood next to him. "I don't know if Lord Wang will come. Is Wang hungry? Let the kitchen deliver some food."
"Let them hurry up." Ji Yang sat side by side casually, unhappy, "What is the dance that Manhelou danced today? It is a group of magic dance, what is the piano that is played? Noise."
"Drinking? Sorry to ask me to drink?"
"Don't be angry, these are naturally inferior to the dancers and musicians in the palace." Ling Yan said softly.
"It's hard to go to the halls of elegance and elegance," said Ji Yang satirically.
Ling Ye heard the dislike of his words, but he knew so, why did he enter such a place every day?
She wanted to ask, but couldn't.
The back chef brought several plates of pastries, lotus cake, osmanthus cake, dragon whisk cake, mung bean cake ...
Ji Yang poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Ling Ye, "Will you dance?"
"Slim ..."
"Forget it, will you play the piano? Ben Wang is in a bad mood today, play a song for him." Ji Yang raised his chin and looked at the Guqin Department.
Ling Ye was unwilling. He always felt that he wanted to separate her from the Qinglou woman, and his heart was awkward, but she could hardly refuse.
"You can play a song at will, and please ask Wang Ye not to dislike it." Ling Yan walked to the guqin and sat down slowly.
As soon as she raised her hand, her slender white jade fingers covered the strings, and she gently dialed them. The gentle and smooth sound of the piano flowed out from time to time, and then hurriedly, raising her hands and shaking her hands.
At the end of the song, Yu Yin 袅袅.
Ji Yang raised her hand, clapped her hands, and praised, "The princess is really too modest. Compared with the musicians in that palace, she is worse than that."
"The prince is ridiculous." Ling Ye retracted his hand and was stopped by Ji Yang when he was about to get up. "Tonight the moon is fine, and the king wants to listen to the princess playing the piano. I wonder if the princess is willing?"
"Master Wang, don't dislike it." Ling Yan sat down again, looked at him, and it was false to say in his heart that he would not move.
Even if he hurt her thousands of times, when she licked the wound, her love for him would be born again. The scene two years ago often appeared in her mind.
He is her husband, he is the sky of her life.
The time they spent together was extremely precious to her.
"My king won't." Ji Yang suddenly laughed, looking at her solemnly.
Ling Yan thinks he looks really nice when he smiles, like a warm sun. The corner of her mouth didn't even feel a smile.
The piano sounds pleasant, one after another.
"Sweet." Ji Yang bit a piece of pastry, frowned, and then drank two cups of tea.
Ling Ye slowly got up, walked to him, raised his hand to pour tea for him, and the outstretched hand was pulled suddenly.
With an exclamation, she fell into a strong embrace, Ling Ling's face suddenly changed, and her body stiffened.
Ji Yang was very close to her. She stretched her hands around her waist, a pair of narrow eyes were staring at him, her jaw was tight, her index finger was stretched out, and her chin was raised. "Prince, it seems that you have not answered the king just now. The problem."
Ling Ye's palms were all sweaty, and his expression was nowhere to be placed. "... What's the problem?"
"Married to the King and wronged you?" Ji Yang continued to look at her, the emotion in her eyes was meaningful.
Obeying, Ling Ye gave a swift whisper in his heart, and subconsciously denied, "No, Lord Misunderstanding."
"I don't think I've misunderstood anything, but I feel that the princess has a lot of dissatisfaction with me." Ji Yang did not release her, but stretched out two fingers, pinching a strand of hair that fell down and playing with it.
Ling Yan hung a tendon, and he was clearly right, but he didn't dare to meet his eyes, his lips wriggled several times, and finally he squeezed out a sentence, "Master Wang thinks more."
"Oh?" Ji Yang's mouth slightly twitched, and if he arbitrarily opened his mouth, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Ling Ling's thoughts had converged, and he got up in his arms. "Whether it's a wedding night or tea-returning to the door, Wang Ye has the right not to do it. He can't interfere with Wang Ye's decision."
Either wronged or grieved, it was her life. From the beginning, Ji Yang did not agree with the marriage. He had the right to refuse and had no reason to follow her.
Wang Ye hooked her hair and her hands were stiff. It seemed that she would not say so. In the face of her clear eyes, she also closed her eyes and set aside her eyes. "Ordinary people either anger their faces or go all out. can speak."
"This is what my body and mind think." Ling Yan lowered his eyebrows and answered him.
"It is indeed the prince of my king, with a broad-minded and dignified virtue."
Listening to what he said, Ling Yan's eyes were surging, but his face remained calm, and he stood up, "It's not early, tomorrow will be early, and the Lord should rest."
"Indeed." Ji Yang also stood up.
Ling Yan followed him and wanted to send him out. During the period, he also said, "The queen mother sent three court ladies yesterday, and her body was placed in Nanyuan. The house in Nanyuan was still idle. The dancer Ji brought back by the lord was also placed. Over there."
Except for the drunken day, Ji Yang had not stayed here, and she was used to it.
No one wants to push her husband out, but she is a princess, and her husband is not an ordinary person, which is destined to be exclusive to her.
Not to mention that the relationship between the two is bad, it is good, and there are times when the woman has inconvenience, someone must always wait for him to help him.
"You are in a hurry to drive the King away?" Ji Yang turned and squinted, exposing a hint of danger.
"The body doesn't mean this." Ling Yan quickly denied that he was about to walk towards the door? Is she wrong?
"Isn't the king able to rest with the princess yet?" Ji Yang seemed to follow her, and her steps changed, and she went to the bedroom.
Ling Yan was stunned by this rally.
"Don't come to wait for the King to change clothes?" Ji Yang's voice came out from the inside, and she was not too imposing. She really couldn't figure out him, for she was afraid of misunderstanding again, and went quickly.
As a woman, Ling Ye was slightly awkward to wait for others. At this time, Ji Yang was unbuttoning her belt and taking off her coat.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her beautiful eyebrows, getting close, and smelling the faint scent of her body.
The two were lying flat on the bed and no one spoke.
For the first time, Ling Zheng slept in a bed with a clear-headed consciousness. He was restless and nervous enough to dare not turn over.
She bit her lower lip secretly. Why did she talk so much just now? Ji Yang was clearly excited by her.
As for Xu Yan's repeated emphasis on her active dedication to assist her pregnancy, she thought that her face turned red. How could she do such a mean behavior?
Ji Yang, who was sleeping beside her, had already closed her eyes and had no movement. In fact, she was not much calmer than her.
A heart throbs, her nose is full of her breath, her emotions fluctuate, and she is like a young man who is in the beginning of her sinus.
Facing Ling Yan, he really is.
The two men in the previous life had no skin relatives. After being imprisoned, they had deep feelings but were seriously ill.
Ling Yan opened his eyes, never slept, and did not dare to wake up Ji Yang with big movements.
From Haishi to Zi, the night is getting deeper and deeper.
Ling Ye was aching, holding his breath, trying to turn over quietly, and moved, but just after two moves, Ji Yang turned over with her.
A pair of long hands stretched out and pressed against her waist, and then she opened her eyes wide open and fished her hands on her waist.
Ling Yan fell into his arms again.
Before he could react, his hands on her moved a few times, holding her with both hands and feet, treating her as a pillow.
Here, where to sniff, the most extreme is to pinch.
"Master Wang." Ling Yan quickly stopped him.
Ji Yang didn't open her eyes, frowned, her expression unpleasant, and hugged her a little, Ling Ling was stiff again.
She was held in an uncomfortable mood, and gently pushed him, "Master?"
"Mother." Ji Yang whispered, her voice grieved, "Father Emperor, look at the words written by your sons and daughters."
"Same as the emperor."
"Mother ..."
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He didn't know what dreams he had, and was very hurt in his tone. He talked more and more quietly, loosening her and then shrinking himself.
Ling Yan's eyes were distressed, and instead he came forward, the voice was softer, reached out and hugged him, and patted his back gently.
Ji Yang hugged her again.
Her quiet voice fell to his ear, "In the mind and body, Wang Ye will always be the best."
No one is half as good as him.
Ji Yang didn't speak, holding her tighter, Ling Ye didn't break free again.
No dreams overnight.
The second day.
The two woke up at the same time, Ji Yang looked at her, her pupils shrank, and they looked at them again. Although they were both wearing middle clothes, they were intimate, but he was still ringing her, and his eyes were panic.
Release suddenly.
Ling Yan also turned around, seeing his clothes pulled up, turned again, "Chen Ye waited for the Lord to wash and change clothes."
After speaking, she looked at Ji Yang, thinking for a moment that she was wrong, the ear of the other person was red?
"Um." He coughed, pretending to be calm.
Ling Yan got out of bed and put on his shoes. He went to the door and asked the girl to come in and start serving.
It is her duty to marry a woman, to serve her husband, and to serve her in-laws, except that the queen mother is in the palace, and she need not worry about it.
"The lord raises his hand."
"I will put it on you."
"The lord turns."
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