Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 137 Punishment (5)
Do the math, do the math!
He snapped his fingers and calculated, if he did something to make the Queen Mother's birthday banquet end early, would he be beheaded for public display, be executed lingeringly, or be hacked into pieces?Most importantly, will it implicate the master?
Squatting outside the imperial garden, he pulled his hair vigorously, frowning.

Sorrow!

Under the scorching sun, on the hard cobblestone road, what kind of inhumane ravages will the delicate knees of the master and princess be subjected to!
On the other side, there were also people pacing anxiously, looking at the two figures in the distance, biting their fingers vigorously, with a face full of weeping.

How could this be?How can this be?The princess was punished by the emperor to kneel in the imperial garden, and His Highness the Third Highness knelt there with her, this, this...how could the Third Highness be so confused?What is the use of kneeling here?Shouldn't it be better to stay by the emperor's side, so that he can find opportunities to intercede with the princess anytime and anywhere?

Kneel until the queen mother's birthday banquet is over?What a joke!
Her family's honorable and precious princess, actually wants to kneel in this imperial garden for five full hours?How can I stand it?
But what should she do?What can she do for the princess?
I am just a maid, and I am not even qualified to enter the queen mother's bedroom with the princess, nor is I qualified to enter the imperial garden. If it wasn't for the clever news just now, I learned that the princess beat the sixth princess and was punished by the emperor. Yuhuayuan, she is still staying safely in the corner of the side hall with the maids from other prefectures.

Hurry to find someone for help?
But the old concubine, the eldest son and Mr. Chen are all in the palace, and they all know that the princess was punished, but they can't save the princess.

Terrified!

The sun is so hot and the sun is so strong, maybe the princess can bear it?What if her delicate and fair skin is sunburned?
Also, it's already past noon, but the Princess and the Third Highness haven't eaten anything yet, what should I do if I'm hungry?
There was a rustling sound, someone sneaked out from behind the rockery, looked left and right a few times, and rushed to Duanmutian with a "swoosh".

"Miss Rong?"

It was Rong Qinjing who suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Duanmutian feel very surprised.

She had a premonition that the inconspicuous uncle would definitely appear, and the elder brother would sneak over if he saw the gap, and even the guy in Fenglou who was afraid of chaos in the world might come over after getting the news to take a look at her bad appearance, but Never thought that Rong Qinjing would appear first.

She seems to be very unfamiliar with this young lady, right?

Miss Rong raised her eyebrows at her, ignoring her astonishment, reached out and touched her sleeve, took out an oil paper bag and held it in front of her with a smile, glanced at the third highness next to her, and said: "This is something that I don't hesitate to touch." It was specially brought out for you because it stained your new clothes, get rid of it quickly, and don’t let anyone see it.”

A sweet and glutinous fragrance emanated from the oiled paper bag, Duanmu Tian was startled and looked at her in surprise.

But she didn't look at her at all, she was turning her head to look around at the moment, her eyes were rolling to prevent any irrelevant people from appearing, after speaking, she hurriedly stuffed the oiled paper bag into her hand, and then turned around "Whoosh" disappeared.

Duanmutian was stunned, subconsciously squeezed the oiled paper package in his hand, and did not make any other movements for a long time.

A hand stretched out from the side, and took the oiled paper bag in her hand, the movement was graceful, but the speed was fast, and the layers of oiled paper bags were quickly opened, revealing the two lying in the center. ……drumstick.

drumstick?

His hands stiffened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't resist throwing the thing in his hand.

But he finally settled down, suppressed the twitching between his brows, grabbed it and brought it to Duanmu Tian's mouth, and said: "Eat quickly, someone may come over at any time, if someone sees it, I'm afraid it will hurt Da Rong even more." Miss."

Duanmutian came back to his senses after hearing the words, looked down at the food that had been delivered to his mouth, grabbed it and started to chew.

After noon, she was really hungry.

After taking a few bites, he noticed that the person beside him didn't move at all, so he turned his head and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry." He said softly, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Duanmu Tian frowned lightly, and didn't care about him anymore, and continued to destroy the things in his hands as quickly as Jun Xiuran said, if someone with a heart saw it, he might implicate Rong Qinjing.

After taking a few bites, she suddenly paused again, looked down at the glutinous chicken leg in her hand, thought of something, her hand trembled slightly, then continued to bite as if nothing had happened, and reached out to grab the chicken leg in Jun Xiuran's hand after chewing. The other one, continue to chew.

The eaten bones were rewrapped with oiled paper, and quickly stuffed into the sleeves, leaving no trace.

Jun Xiuran lowered his hands, instinctively, rubbing his fingers against the corner of his clothes, as if he wanted to wipe something away.

Duanmutian lowered his brows and pondered, and suddenly thought of the scene when he first met him on Zixia Mountain ten years ago, and the short time we spent together in Sanshi Village, and now, ten years later, what she saw after meeting again arrived.

He doesn't seem to be...

Is he born so picky, or is it the shadow left after being tied up on Zixia Mountain for three years?
She couldn't help frowning slightly, her lowered eyes were misty like mist.

In the distance, a crimson figure strolled over with an oiled paper umbrella, those nimble and frivolous eyes rolled along with the oiled paper umbrella in his hand, and his face was full of mean smiles.

"Oh, the scenery here is so beautiful! Sure enough, to see the scenery, I still have to come to the Imperial Garden." He walked over with an oil paper umbrella in one hand and a jade bone fan in the other. style.

He just walked over like no one else, turned around, and moved his steps again, just using the shadow to block the warm care of the sun for his precious niece.

Shrouded in shadows, Duanmu Tian suddenly felt cool all over his body. He turned his head to look at his uncle who was standing beside him looking at the scenery. Seeing him looking at the scenery for a while, he found that there seemed to be nothing particularly attracting his attention, so Shi Shiran turned around and smiled. Said: "Does the chicken leg taste good?"

"It's really good." Duanmu Tian nodded and replied.

Mr. Chen squinted at her, then turned his eyes to Jun Xiuran, and smiled more and more maliciously, shaking his head and said: "It's okay, it's okay, the third prince has strong martial arts and deep internal energy, and he just starved for a few days." It doesn't matter, the most important thing is not to let my good niece starve to death."

Jun Xiuran glanced at him coolly, and said, "Is it alright if you appear here?"

(End of this chapter)