My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 412 Rong Zhan, You Are Enough!
The atmosphere became extremely beautiful.

Shen Qianxia woke up instantly, and covered his mouth with her hand, "Rong Zhan, you've had enough, if you come again, you'll have to make progress."

He was slightly startled, his lips touched her palm, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and there was a wicked smile.

Is it enough?
Not enough for him.

He stared at her slightly tense beautiful face, maybe she was right to push forward.

He admitted that he really couldn't flirt with her.

No matter how I do it, it is difficult for me to calm down and calm down, but she seems to be able to take it in and out freely.

He held her hand, then moved away, and said slowly: "I just want to tell you that if you feel that you have lost money, you can take that advantage back at any time."

Shen Qianxia frowned, taking advantage?
She reacted quickly and stared at him speechlessly.

After a while, he said weakly: "Sleep, if you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

His eyes moved, "Okay."

She wanted to give way, but he refused, put her on the side, then got up and walked towards the table.

Shen Qianxia stared at him blankly, taking a deep breath.

She had complicated thoughts and thought a lot in her mind. She remembered calling him to sleep on the bed, but in the end she didn't know if she did, but she fell asleep again anyway.

When I woke up the next day, the morning sun shone in and the shadows were mottled.

She knew Rong Zhan's influence on her, as long as he was around, she would not sleep so lightly.

But sleeping like this seems extremely rare.

Shen Qianxia didn't think much about it.

After washing and dressing, and having breakfast, it is almost noon.

The two stepped into the carriage and began to return to Shangjing.

When passing through the large farmland in Yunyang again, it was already light green, Shen Qianxia looked through the window of the carriage, her thoughts moved slightly.

"If Yunyang is flooded due to prolonged heavy rain, is there a countermeasure?"

Rong Zhan was slightly stunned, and said lightly: "Yes."

Shen Qianxia turned to look at him, with a small smile: "It seems that nothing can trouble you."

He smiled warmly, "Yes, you are the most difficult for me."

Her heart trembled, she didn't speak, leaned against the window, and cast her eyes on the farmland in the distance.

Rong Zhan stared at her quietly, what caught his eyes was more comfortable than the early summer scenery outside.

After a while, Shen Qianxia stopped looking outside, her eyes fell on Rong Zhan's handsome face, and asked: "You were supposed to receive the envoy yesterday, so is it wrong to just run out like that?"

He lazily raised his eyes, "It's okay, at most he's just a little bit arrogant, and he can't make waves."

Shen Qianxia frowned slightly, "I heard that the prince of Beiyue is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you let the emperor dove you willfully, I'm afraid it will arouse his displeasure."

"I just want to make you happy!"

Rong Zhan looked down at her, and his shallow voice slowly spread out in the carriage, as if it could penetrate into her heart.

Shen Qianxia coughed lightly, "You can't be serious, I'm telling you something serious."

"What I'm talking about is also serious." He smiled softly, his eyes were like the sea of ​​stars.

"I won't tell you anymore." She turned her face sideways and continued to look at the scenery.

Rong Zhan smiled slightly, held her hand, and being with her instantly felt that he had everything.

Shen Qianxia was already used to holding hands with him, her heart was rippling slightly, as if something was sprouting in her heart, silently.

When I returned to Shangjing, it was already the morning of the second day of April.

The prince's wedding is approaching, and the whole city is extremely lively, welcoming the grand wedding in various ways.

After Rong Zhan sent her back to Ting Yuxuan, he was told by Suyuan that the emperor's condition was already unstable, and Xiao Suhan, the prince of Beiyue, was not very respectful in words, and his breath was even more unstable.

He hurried into the palace.

(End of this chapter)