The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 122 It's All Mine
Zhang Deming then smiled respectfully and respectfully, full of slavery: "Your imperial concubine, please follow the servant, and the servant will take you there."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Deming lowered his waist and prepared to take Su Xi to the side hall.

"Have you done everything I ordered you to do?"

Just when he stood on tiptoe and was about to take a step, the incomparably noble king spoke in a cold and calm voice.

Zhang Deming trembled like a conditioned reflex, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

What the Lord Long Live ordered was to let the servants prepare hot water and get clothes, and these things have been done.

It seems that Grandpa didn't order anything else.
Could it be that I forgot something?
He racked his brains thinking.

Feeling the silent pressure from beside her, she quietly raised her eyes slightly, and immediately met the man's piercing gaze.

Zhang Deming suddenly came to his senses.

He quickly bowed his back and smiled apologetically: "I haven't finished my job yet, my servant will go now."

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

"You come to Hualan Garden the most times, but you can't find how to get to the side hall. I just want to go there to do some business, so drop by."

The man took a step forward and passed Su Xi, his voice slowly falling.

Su Xi followed behind him lightly.

After taking Su Xi to the side hall, Ling Juncheng returned to the main hall and waited.

While waiting for her, he changed several chairs and sitting positions, and finally couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up from the seat and paced around the pillars in the hall.

After taking a bath for so long, did she fall into the bathtub and be unable to get out?

My heart is restless.

The pace under his feet is getting faster and faster.

Looking up at the door, he stopped, turned and walked towards the side hall, ready to fish him out of the tub.

When striding into the side hall, one could see a white figure standing in the center of the side hall.

She was bending over at this moment, pinching the hem of the dress with one hand, and holding a pair of scissors in the other, cutting the edge of the hem with concentration and seriousness.

"what are you doing?!"

Ling Juncheng strode in, stepped in front of her, leaned over, and squeezed her hand holding the scissors.

"Whose clothes are these? When I put them on, they almost dragged the floor three feet. I couldn't even take a step without cutting them short."

"The length of the sleeves is as long as my two arms. I just cut them off. Wait for me a little longer. I'll cut the hem shorter and I can go."

As Su Xi said, she was about to pull her hand out of his palm.

I tried it, but it was squeezed even tighter by him.

She looked up at him blankly: "Do you want to cut it for me? Then you can cut it. I just think it's inconvenient to do it myself."

After speaking, she tried to let go of the scissors in her hand.

Her eyes suddenly glanced at the clothes on the man, and she opened her mouth in shock.

What he was wearing was exactly the same as what he was wearing.

The color is the same, the size is the same, the opening of the collar is the same, the embroidery of several green bamboos on the cuffs is also the same, even the stitching is exactly the same.

"Your.Mine"

Su Xi pointed to Ling Juncheng, and then to herself, so surprised that she couldn't finish her sentence.

"It's all mine."

The man slowly opened his lips, his eyes fixed on the cuffs that were cut unevenly by her.

A good piece of clothing was cut beyond recognition by her.

My brow bone hurts.

He took the scissors from her.

The slender body bent slowly, squatting halfway on her toes, holding the scissors with her slender fingers, and pinching the corner of the clothes with the other hand, cutting along the stitches.

(End of this chapter)