Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

When she was in modern times, she read a lot of harem novels, and most of the heroines in them lived in the cold palace. At that time, she still thought, if Lao Tzu lived in the cold palace, he must turn it into a "hot palace"!It would be nice to plant some flowers and plants and turn it into a courtyard in Beijing...

But now, she is full of grief, indignation and despair, how can she still care about those leisure things?

The door creaked and opened, and the wind blew in.Long Fuyue shrank coldly.

I heard Tian'er's surprise call: "Ma'am, it's the prince who came to see you."

It was Feng Qianyu who came, with two quilts under his armpits. [

Under the flickering light, his face looked haggard, and he waved his hand: "Tian'er, you go out first."

Tian'er bowed her head and agreed with a 'yes', and hurriedly withdrew.He kindly closed the temple door for them.

Long Fuyue turned sideways, but didn't look back at all.

The bedding around him sank a little.It must have been Feng Qianyu who sat down beside her.

A big hand caressed her back, slightly trembling: "Fu Yue, is it still hurting? Come, I'll give you some medicine..."

But Long Fuyue avoided his touch like a snake and a scorpion, and said coldly: "If you don't go to accompany your future concubine, what are you doing here? Is it because you haven't smoked thirty lashes yet, and you still want to do it again?" How many whips did you whip?"

Feng Qianyu's hand hangs down helplessly: "Fu Yue, I know you have been wronged, but under such circumstances, I have to do this..."

"Enough! Feng Qianyu, I don't want to hear any more explanations from you. Well, I'm tired and sleepy, don't let this pickle place dirty your precious feet, you can go, go about your business. "Long Fuyue's voice was extremely cold,

"Fu Yue, don't worry, I will restore your status. I will not marry that Princess Yingluo..." Feng Qianyu took Long Fuyue's hand.

This hand was as cold as ice, just like Long Fuyue's heart at the moment, Long Fuyue slowly turned his head, glanced at him, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Ninth Prince, are you afraid that I won't relieve you of the Gu? In fact, there is another simple way to detoxify Gu, I might as well tell you."

Feng Qianyu was slightly taken aback, then raised her eyebrows: "What?"