Chapter 118: The sick prince is too clingy (39)
Chapter 118 The sick prince is too clingy (39)
The second prince tent.
Duan Muyuan held the tiger charm in his hand, and was excited: "How can this be in your hand?"
"My dad asked someone to send it back for me to keep it." Su Yan quietly raised the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be the right treasure.
Duan Muyuan temporarily suppressed the burning in his heart, took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Is this true?"
Su Yan had already figured out the countermeasures before coming, so she didn't panic at all.
His eyes were open, without a little dodge, he nodded gently: "Well, sister looks like..."
"Although Daddy loves her very much, but he dare not give her important things, because she is afraid that she will lose it accidentally."
After a pause, she continued:
"Actually, I don't know what this is. I originally thought that when Dad came back, I would return it to him, but I didn't expect him..."
She is to prevent Duan Muyuan from questioning her, why didn't she show it to him in the first place.
Under the candlelight, Duan Muyuan looked down and thought for a while.
Indeed as she said.
Such an important thing, even if Su Ruifeng treasures Su Qiao, he will not leave it to her for safekeeping.
After all, she is a fool, and she may be tricked by someone and hand over the things.
But in the General Mansion, besides Su Qiao, there is only Su Yan, a concubine.
It is impossible for him to believe those two aunts.
"It turned out to be like this." God helped me.
Duan Muyuan squeezed the tiger talisman tightly, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes that could not be restrained, accompanied by huge ambitions.
With the tiger marching, one step closer to the throne.
No, it's not just a step, but a sure thing.
Su Yan knew that she had really taken this step.
Hung his head slightly, and printed the corners of her eyes with embroidered handkerchiefs, her voice was a little choked:
"My dad doesn't know what's going on, now the General Mansion doesn't even have a person in charge, and my sister is like that..."
Su Yan deliberately wore a white gauze skirt tonight, standing by the table and bowing her head in tears, she looked a little weaker than usual.
The white and slender neck, under the swaying candlelight, seemed to be coated with a layer of luminescence.
Duan Muyuan was interested in her before, if it weren't for the incident of Shangxiang later, he would not deliberately stay away from her these days.
Suddenly got the Tiger Travel Talisman at this time, and for a while, he couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her.
"Okay, okay, Xiaoyan doesn't cry anymore. Uncle will be fine. He just disappeared temporarily. No one can say that he is gone without seeing the bones."
said that it was okay, but in his heart it was the opposite.
Tiger charms are here, it seems that Su Ruifeng is really dead.
Otherwise, would he not hold such an important thing by himself?
Will take such a big risk and hand it over to a concubine?
However, Su Ruifeng is really amazing, and he hides such an important thing from an unfavored concubine.
This, I guess no one thought of it!
Otherwise, let's not talk about Brother Dahuang, it is estimated that even the father has already acted.
Su Yan was excited, but her face was still sad and weeping:
"But this has been more than a month or two months, and there is no news at all. What can the General's Mansion do in the future?"
"If I can eat and drink like my sister, I don’t have to think about anything. Sometimes I really envy her."
Duan Muyuan touched her face distressedly: "What do you envy her for? She is stupid..."
After a pause, he softly coaxed in her ear: "Don't you still have me?"
"I...I..." Su Yan was so embarrassed that her cheeks flushed instantly, as if she wanted to stop talking.
Lang is affectionate, his concubine is intentional, and it's midnight again, and things will come naturally.
It's just that when the two of them were halfway through tossing, a snake head suddenly dropped from the beam on the top of the tent.
The long red letter, ‘hissing’, shrank and stretched quickly.
(End of this chapter)
