Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 166 Is My Heart Cold or My Tea Cold?

"Knock Knock-"

The stone above the head was removed, and the woman's voice came down again, "Let's go, come out."

A rope was let down.

Jiang Yuan tied the rope around his waist, then grabbed the rope with both hands and climbed up.

All the things in the gazebo were overturned, and the woman looked a little messy, but her temperament was still the same, her smile was even deeper, and she didn't care at all.

"Did they embarrass you?" Jiang Yuan just asked routinely, and didn't mean to care.

Even though, she just helped her once.

But Jiang Yuan knows that there is no free lunch in this world.

"What do you think?" The woman asked back, then pulled Jiang Yuan, left the courtyard, and walked to another wing.

"You can rest here tonight, and we can talk about things tomorrow."

The woman smiled slightly, "But you have to be mentally prepared, the emperor will be very angry if he can't find you this time, your maid, I don't think there are many lives left."

After finishing speaking, the woman closed the door and went out.

Jiang Yuan poured a cup of tea, then picked it up and took a sip. After a while, he said slowly, "It's getting cold."

"Is the heart cold or the tea cold?" A teasing voice.

Jiang Yuan poured another cup of tea familiarly, "Sit."

In fact, she also guessed that in this world, besides Qi Xuanzuo, he is the only one who has plans for her.

If that woman is not from Qi Xuanzuo, then she must be his.

So she wasn't surprised at his appearance, it was just a matter of time.

"How did you make it look like this? She's so dark, she dares to paint everything on her face, let's see what the beauty of Jiao Didi has become?" A voice pretending to be distressed.

The cheek was gently turned away, and the white cloth was gently wiped on the face.

The man's face was very close to hers, his eyes were staring at her face carefully, but his hands were not gentle at all, even a little rough.

The corners of Jiang Yuan's lips slightly curled up, but he remained silent.

It was only when the entire white cloth had turned into black cloth that Jiang Yuan's face was revealed, still fair and flawless, unparalleled in beauty.

(End of this chapter)