The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

The shopkeeper's politeness made Jiang Nanyan a little embarrassed. She shook off Huangfulian's hand, turned her head and smiled at the shopkeeper, "I'm really sorry, you have already rested, and you still have to keep busy."

"No..." The shopkeeper opened his mouth, and was about to be polite, when suddenly a figure in a hurry, covered in rain, rushed in from outside.

Huang Fulian stretched out her hand without thinking, and hugged Jiang Nanyan into her arms, shielding her from the moisture brought in by the man, frowning at the drenched young man who rushed into the room recklessly.

If it weren't for the fact that she was the one who really disturbed them because she was temporarily staying at the shopkeeper's house, Huang Fulian would have ordered someone to drag this reckless young man down and beat him thirty times.

Seeing the figure of the young man, the shopkeeper hurriedly grabbed a dry cloth, went forward and wiped the young man, while complaining, "Why are you covered in water all over? Didn't you tell you to come back earlier?" [

"I found an excellent place to collect herbs. I wanted to collect more for a while, but I forgot to look at the weather. Who are they?" The young man stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, his lips parted wide and wide, and his face was full of bewilderment. With a lightning-struck expression, he stared straight at the handsome man and beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in his house, and was speechless.