The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I looked at Hu Xiang with a sad face, rolled up my sleeves resignedly, found two brooms in the corner of the cabin, gave one to Hu Xiang, and waved the broom myself to remove the spider webs.

Just as Hu Xiang and I were sweating profusely and tidying up in full swing, there was a loud noise outside the cabin that shook the world, "rumbling", almost piercing the sky.

Hu Xiang and I quickly dropped the broom and ran out, circling around the deck like two headless chickens: "What happened? What happened?"

Sima Yang said nothing, and there was no expression on his chiseled face.

Sima Qing also didn't say a word, but the corners of her mouth, which had always been tightly pursed, slightly raised fifteen degrees. [

Oh my god, I read that right, Sima Qing, whose expression matched that of the stones in the cesspit, actually smiled... Laughed!He actually laughed!

I stopped turning, opened my mouth slightly, and looked at Sima Qing blankly.

Just wondering, a gust of cool wind, mixed with the sound of "Xiao Xiao rustling" from the leaves, rushed towards us head-on, carrying the salty smell of sea water, blowing our hair into the air, like willow branches dancing in the wind...

With the sound of "crashing, clattering", something hit my nose, and when I touched it, it turned out to be a solidified lump of mud the size of a five-cent silver coin!