The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Yes, yes!" Hu Xiang stuffed the wooden stick with pigeons on it into Sima Qing's hand, leaned close to Sima Yang, smiled and took out a light yellow stick tied with red rope from his sleeve, Something like an egg roll.After handing the scroll to Sima Yang, he held his chin, blinked his watery eyes, and stared straight at Sima Yang, with an exaggerated hopeful expression on his face.

Sima Qing stared at the stick that suddenly appeared in her hand, her face turned darker, as if she had just crawled out of a stinky ditch.

Seeing Hu Xiang cuddling tightly beside Sima Yang, I couldn't help but burst into sour bubbles...

Ah, what's the matter, why do I feel this way?

Sima Yang grabbed the scroll and glanced at it. The expression on his face froze, his eyebrows twitched unnaturally a few times: "Cough, Hu Xiang, this is the carrier pigeon used by the elder brother to contact the mansion..."

Shrimp, dried shrimp?Hu and Hu Xiang actually killed Sima Qing's pigeon to contact the palace!Doesn't that mean...it means...we lost contact with the palace all night?No wonder Sima Qing's face was so ugly just now... It turns out that he already knew about it.

My eyes were instantly wider than the eyes of a goldfish, and my jaw fell to the ground with a "boom", and I felt a cold wind blowing like a blade behind me...

Hu Xiang turned her head mechanically, looking at Sima Qing who kept emitting X-rays without saying a word... After a long time, she stood up, her shoulders bent, and she slowly moved in front of Sima Qing: " Brother Qing...yes, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."