Daily life of the crown princess

Chapter 149 Not Strange

As soon as his thoughts crossed his mind, Jing Mo no longer had doubts. After all, he didn't even know the real temperament of the Crown Princess until today.

Lanfang Pavilion has long knives and long swords... not surprising... maybe.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, landed on the woman's hand, and clenched it tightly.

Did he treat the princess like this when he was drunk the first two times?
The word frivolity comes from the mind of a germinating seed desperately breaking away from the soil, greedily wanting to absorb more nutrients and get more sunlight.

The man scratched the woman's delicate palm restlessly with his fingers, and then blinked at the expressionless woman.

Gu Qinglan sighed deeply, full of helplessness.

Forget it, what was the use of her talking to an unconscious drunk.

On the second day, this guy had to forget everything, and then he said to her confidently, why is Gu here?

"Your Highness is sleeping here, and I'm going to the side hall." After speaking, Gu Qinglan yawned and was about to get up.

Jing Mo didn't let go of her hand, "Sleeping here alone, the princess also sleeps here, sharing the same bed."

Gu Qinglan: "..." This is endless, right? Could it be that she really wants to open the man's skull with her bare hands?

The drowsiness hit her, and she yawned again, the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes were particularly charming.

After yawning, she suddenly remembered something was wrong.

Why did Jing Mo, who was drunk this time, seem to be a little different from the previous two times? Was he really drunk?

She looked suspiciously up and down at the flushed man, moved her nose, and finally landed on the man's sleeve, stretched out two fingers to pinch his sleeve with some disgust, and sniffed it.

"The smell is so strong, the wine spilled on the clothes?"

Jing Mo had no choice but to follow her words and nodded honestly, and made up a few sentences, "If I want to drink alone, Zhao Dezhong won't give it to me. During the fight, the wine spilled on my sleeve."

Zhao Dezhong, who was sleeping soundly in his sleep, suddenly twitched and woke up suddenly.

Looking at the surrounding darkness with confused eyes, he rubbed his arms, "It's really strange, why do you feel so cold?"

After saying this, he lay down again, wrapped the quilt tightly and closed his eyes.

What was she thinking, how could Jing Mo be faking it?
It's not good for him to pretend to be drunk and come here to mess around with her.

Gu Qinglan raised her forehead and drooped her eyes, she was really confused.

"Your Highness, wait a moment, I will go get another quilt."

When the people walked away, Jing Mo lifted the quilt blushing and saw the uncomfortably undulating clothes. There was an extremely pure fragrance in the air. He tightened his fingers bit by bit, and the knuckles showed white marks. .

Fortunately, the quilt in the side hall was also freshly dried. After burying her head in the soft quilt for a long time, Gu Qinglan made a decision.

She wants to sleep.

Jing Mo is an obstacle.

But Jing Mo was drunk, that is to say, no matter what she did for a while, when he woke up the next morning, he would forget all about it.

There are not many recruits, as long as they are useful.

Thinking of this, Gu Qinglan pinched her fingers and walked over slowly.

Opening the curtain, for some reason, the man wrapped her quilt around his body without leaving any gaps. He only looked at her with a pair of eyes, and he couldn't see any confusion.

If she didn't know that Jing Mo hated her, she would definitely feel that this guy is pretending to be drunk.

"Your Highness, get up first, and let the concubine put down the bedding." The woman pursed her lips, and under the faint candlelight, she looked more and more gentle.

(End of this chapter)