Jiao Luan

Chapter 387 Doubt (lillian00)

Cheng Yao was pushed staggeringly, her hair rubbed against the door frame, and there was a crisp sound, and the white jade hairpin was thrown onto the bluestone floor and broke in two.

The bun was untied, and the hair fell down like a cloud. In the room with only one small window, even though it was daytime, the flustered woman was still like a fairy standing in the dark night, seductive.

"Prince—"

Cheng Yao's shout was covered by the prince's hand.

And she forced herself to calm down immediately after the initial shock.

If her shouting alarmed others, they would be the first to suffer.

The prince was very satisfied with Cheng Yao's sense of humor, he closed the door and suddenly picked her up and threw her on the not-so-big bed.

This is a very inconspicuous room in the Crown Prince's East Palace. It is remote and quiet. It was originally used as a warehouse. Later, the Crown Prince tidied it up quietly. The two have met honestly here many times.

Although the bed was small, it was extraordinarily soft and comfortable. The crown prince leaned forward and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, you forgot about me after you got married? What kind of court lady are you still calling me in front of me?"

Speaking of this, the word "officer's wife" made the prince's heart flutter, and he was even more excited than before.

He reached out and pulled Cheng Yao's skirt without mercy.

Cheng Yao was so frightened that she covered her hands tightly, and begged: "Your Highness, the minister's wife has to go back today, if I change clothes, I'm afraid it's not appropriate—"

The prince became even more interested when he heard the words, and with a tug of his hand, he tore off the smoky pink blouse, revealing the goose-yellow bellyband inside.

"What's wrong? Could it be that the Duke of Wei still knows?"

Now that the matter was over, Cheng Yao dared to say nothing, she was afraid that the prince's madness would leave some marks on her body, so she took the initiative to wrap her arms around the prince's neck.

After some cloud and rain, the prince put his hand on Cheng Yao's waist, and sighed contentedly: "Speaking of which, I have passed by many women, and you are the only one who made me an exception."

Sharing a daughter with others is really an exception for his dignified prince.

It's just that this woman is naturally obsessive, making him unable to let go.

Then he thought about it, although the Duke of Wei was ahead of him, but now he was still kept in the dark, and he didn't know that he was wearing that green hat.

Thinking of this, the prince's heart skipped a beat, and he pulled the person beside him over again.

"Prince——" Cheng Yao didn't expect the prince to think again so quickly, and was quite flustered.

She is now a married woman, and Han Zhi is not dead, if there are any traces left, how can she hide it!

The prince resisted Cheng Yao, making her unable to move, and said in a low voice: "Sister Yi, it's not that you don't know what I'm capable of. You never enter the palace. I've been absent for so many days, and I want to send me away just once. gone?"

Gentle panting sounds intertwined, and after an unknown period of time, the light in the room became increasingly dim, the prince got up and left first.

Cheng Yao lay motionless on the bed, and it took a long time to get up, put on her clothes and move to the vanity mirror in the corner.

The light was dim, and only the outline of loose hair could be vaguely seen in the mirror. Cheng Yao sighed softly, picked up the comb and began to comb her hair.

After a while, she tied her long hair into a pony bun when she entered the palace, and wore the hairpin and pearl flowers as before, but the white jade hairpin was broken, and there was no way to fix it, so she had to pick out a hairpin from the drawer under the dressing table. Insert a similar hosta.

When we returned to the Duke's Mansion, it was already dark.

As soon as Cheng Yao entered the room, she saw Han Zhi waiting there, and she couldn't help being startled: "The prince has always been here?"

Han Zhi came up to meet her and reached out to hold her hand: "Yeah, anyway, I don't have anything to do today, so I'm too lazy to go to the study. Are you tired? I'll ask the maids to serve dinner."

Han Zhi paused, his eyes fell on the jade hairpin in Cheng Yao's hair.

The hairpin he picked out before Cousin Yao entered the palace did not seem to be the case.

Han Zhi's eyes gradually darkened.

It could not be that he remembered wrongly, although he chose it randomly at the time, but the emerald green butterfly hairpin earlier looked dazzling to him, and after choosing the plain hairpin to wear for Cousin Yao, he took a good look at it several times.

All right, where did Cousin Yao's hairpin go?
This bun seems to have been pulled back...

Once a person has doubts, it is like a grass seed falling into fertile soil, and it can grow wildly into a lush branch and leaves in the wind.

Han Zhi is a normal man, the more he cares about his woman, the less likely he is to not care.

But there is no evidence for this kind of thing, it is impossible for him to ask Cheng Yao clearly like he took out the Yuan handkerchief.

Cousin Yao couldn't possibly do something wrong to him. If he asked her like this, wouldn't it hurt the relationship between the two of them, making him even more narrow-minded like a big man?
Han Zhi looked away from the hairpin, his expression returned to normal and he dragged Cheng Yao in, but his heart remained somewhat gloomy.

After dinner, Han Zhi didn't leave the room for half a step. Cheng Yao was in a hurry to take a bath and change clothes so that she could check if there was anything wrong with her body. Seeing that he didn't leave, she felt a little impatient.

People are often afraid of something, and she was about to speak when Han Zhi suddenly leaned over and called out, "Xiao'er."

The two have been married for a while, and there is still some tacit understanding. Cheng Yao became even more nervous, and hurriedly pushed Han Zhi away and said, "My lord, I am already tired from entering the palace today, and I want to rest early."

Han Zhi hugged Cheng Yao tightly: "Xiao'er, you have been taking care of your illness a few days ago. After your mother recovered, I was afraid that you would be too tired, so I endured it."

He took Cheng Yao's hand and put it underneath: "Today, it's okay, right?"

"Really not." Cheng Yao pushed Han Zhi away, and seeing his expression change slightly, she quickly pulled out a smile, "Brother Zhi, I am really tired, so you feel sorry for me and let me rest earlier Let's wait...wait for tomorrow, I will do everything according to you..."

Hearing the words, he straightened up, with an ugly expression on his face: "In that case, then you should go to bed earlier, I will go to the study to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Cheng Yao didn't know that he was angry, but today she didn't dare to follow him no matter what, knowing that the other party was angry, she couldn't coax him.

Forget it, just wait until tomorrow to coax.

Han Zhi lifted his feet and went to the study, feeling indescribably depressed.

Han Zhi closed his eyes, sighed, and murmured: Your words hurt me so much! "

He wanted to be angry with Cheng Wei, but the girl's cold and sarcastic image appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get angry, so he could only get angry at himself for being suspicious and unable to let go.

There was a knock on the door, and the woman's crisp voice came: "Your Majesty, seeing that the light in your study is on, the maid stewed a tremella soup and brought it to you."

"come in."

The door opened, and Panpan came in with a tray in his hand.

　For this chapter, I would like to thank Lillian00 for donating He Shibi a few days ago.

　　
　
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