The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Brother Qing?Wow, wow, this name is too funny.

I originally wanted to hug my stomach and laugh at Sima Qing, but when I thought about the current severe situation, all my smiles turned into frustration.

In the quiet night sky, there was no sound, and the atmosphere was so dull that one would faint.

The fire was beeping, and Sima Qing flipped the stick in her hand without saying a word. The shiny pigeon had been roasted until it was golden brown, exuding a tempting aroma...

Everyone was as motionless as a statue. After a few minutes, Sima Yang broke the silence: "Brother, I think Hu Xiang didn't do it on purpose." [

Sima Qing looked at Sima Yang indifferently, put the stick in Hu Xiang's hand, fell on the grass, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Hu Xiang was left behind in a hurry like a headless chicken, "buzzing" and muttering to himself constantly: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyou'll definitely be thrown into the river tomorrow by brother Qingke. Feed the fish..."

I looked at Hu Xiang, and then at Sima Qing, whose face was covered by the shadow in the backlight, and deeply felt that this was entirely possible!

Hu Xiang shoved the ripe pigeon into my hand with trembling hands, and immediately turned around to hold Sima Yang's hand, tears streaming down his face: "Brother Yang, what should I do? What should I do?"