The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Sima Yang woke up. He sat on the ground, stretched, and yawned. Jing Jingjing's eyes were full of innocence: "Huiyue? What's wrong with you?"

It's not your fault!

My face turned blue and red, and I stood up and punched him hard, the tears that finally stopped poured out again: "Bastard, I was almost crushed to death by you!"

This brat is so tall for nothing, he is simply a giant soil compactor!Just now I really thought I would be crushed to death, suddenly, I even saw the shimmering Naihe Bridge! !

Sima Yang opened his mouth wide, made a mistake, slapped his forehead heavily as if thinking of something, and murmured: "Crushed to death? No wonder why I feel that the bed is so soft today! It turns out..." [

Bastard rotten eggs!The lady put it on the bottom and used it as a bed sheet for him, of course it is soft!Woooo...my shoulders, my ribs, my limbs...it was like being run over by something, it hurt so much...woooo...

I looked at Sima Yang sobbing, wishing I could roll him into dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin!

Sima Yang coughed in embarrassment, patted his clothes and stood up, put his hands on his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "It's very lively ahead, there seems to be some festival, do you want to go and see it?"

Festival?

I was stunned, staring at Sima Yang with wet eyes without blinking, and blurted out, "What ceremony?"