Your Majesty, you are under arrest

Slowly walking to the bed, her tall body squatted down in front of Wen Xining, and her fingers slowly slid across her small face. Looking closely, her skin was not very white, at least not as if she had lived for a long time. She had the kind of fairness that a lady of the boudoir should have, with a healthy color almost wheat-colored, but it was covered by makeup before, so he didn't see it.

He took her hand with one hand and spread it out. In the center of the palm, there were calluses of different sizes. This is not the hand that a lady should have. Obviously, such calluses are produced by holding a weapon for a long time.

Wen Xining, the third miss of Prime Minister Wen, was born as a housemate, with a low status and a cowardly personality. She has been bullied by her prostitute for a long time but never resisted.The heart is for Prince Jin, but because he married someone else, he was in tears all day long, and he was silent about the marriage of marrying the stupid prince, but he disappeared in the prime minister's mansion on the day he entered the palace, and his family found him in Qinghu. Send her unconscious into the sedan chair.

This was the result that he asked Mu Lifeng to investigate her, and after she woke up, not only did her temperament change drastically, but she also possessed a whole body of good abilities, as well as her injuries.

That day she went to Qinghu to meet who, although they didn't find out, but the two of them guessed that it was most likely Beitang Jin. Could it be that Beitang Jin did the injury on her body?Today in Jinlan Palace, he observed Beitang Jin and Wen Xining closely, but he only saw the pain in Beitang Jin's eyes, but he couldn't see the hatred in Wen Xining's eyes, so he was injured by Beitang Jin This statement should also be untenable.

So now there is only one possibility, this Wen Xining is a fake, just a girl who looks exactly like her.

Bei Tangshuo's fingers landed on Wen Xining's lips, caressing them gently, and murmured, "Who are you...?"

Maybe because she felt the discomfort on her lips, Wen Xining smacked her lips, causing Bei Tangshuo to withdraw her hand abruptly in fright, but she still closed her eyes tightly. Pulling off the quilt, listening to her steady breathing, it's probably not a coma but a deep sleep.

Bei Tangshuo laughed at himself, looked at the darkening night outside, suddenly took off his coat, flipped onto the bed lightly, stretched out his big hand, pulled her into his arms, then kicked her out with his long legs, and the quilt was thrown away. Kicked to the corner of the bed, and he replaced it.

Perhaps because he felt that the "quilt" was not as soft as before, Wen Xining moved his body uncomfortably, but at the next moment, he seemed to have found a comfortable position, his hands and feet hugged him tightly like an octopus, Quietly curled up in his arms and fell asleep soundly.

Beitang Shuo only felt his body tense, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was helpless and happy. With such a cute sleeping appearance, could she really have other plans?