The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 187 Luo Jia Kneeling on the Washboard
Luo Jia was happy and cautious at the same time, he must explain it well.

Don't make Yuncheng angry.

Luo Jia thought about how to express his sincerity, and then saw a washboard thrown under Yuncheng's bed, Luo Jia quickly dragged out the washboard, and knelt down.

Yuncheng:? ? ?
Is the boy out of his mind again?
"Yuncheng, I didn't hide it from you on purpose. I just want to solve it myself. I think you have worked too hard."

"I went to see Chu Lingling today."

Luo Jia suddenly felt that this sentence was unclear, so he quickly explained: "I went to Chu Lingling to warn her! Let her not trouble us again in the future."

"I really, really, really, really hate her, so I really hate her dangling in front of my eyes."

No matter how much Yun Cheng had, he didn't have anything to ask, but when Luo Jia answered his question, it meant the task was completed.

"What are you kneeling for?"

Yuncheng really didn't understand.

"I was wrong."

"I admit my mistake."

Luo Jia lowered his head with a sincere attitude. The main reason was that it was a little cold at night. After all, Luo Jia was suffering from some wind and cold, and there were two light coughs on his lips: "Ahem..."

Yun Cheng got out of position a bit, and patted the edge of his bed: "Come here."

Luo Jia looked at Yun Cheng in surprise for a moment.

"Come here." Yun Cheng didn't think too much about it, mainly because he was afraid that Luo Jia would be more expensive if he suffered from the wind and cold.

"I..." Although Luo Jia wanted to go to the clouds and sleep on the bed every day, but he was really invited, and he was really a little embarrassed.

"Come here! Don't make me say it a third time." Yun Cheng became a little impatient, and Luo Jia quickly took off his coat and slipped into Yun Cheng's bed.

The quilt is big enough for two people.

It's just that the temperature of Yuncheng's bed was a bit cold, while the temperature of Luo Jia's body was higher. After entering for a while, this heat source warmed the inside of the bed by more than one degree.

Yun Cheng: ...

He moved a little bit: "Aren't your legs cold anymore?"

Luo Jia didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore, and quickly shook his head: "It's not cold anymore."

"You're not cold anymore?" You don't need to hug me anymore?

Luo Jia shook his head violently: "It's not cold anymore..."

Yun Cheng: ...

"But I'm a little cold, you didn't lie this time, you are indeed hot, it's finally useful." Yun Cheng slipped into Luo Jia's arms to keep warm.

Like an octopus with eight claws, it directly entangled Luo Jia's whole body, and his body quickly heated up, extremely warm.

Roca stiffened.

Is this really Yuncheng?

Not dropped?

"I have something to ask you." Because of the warmth, Yun Cheng felt a little bored when he said it.

"Well, Yuncheng, I will definitely tell the truth."

"Ask." Luo Jia was very obedient.

"Your background?"

"The nine princes of the Yunxia Dynasty are the current emperor, the youngest prince, and my mother is the most favored imperial concubine."

Luo Jia told the truth and never concealed anything.

"Second, are your legs okay?"

"It's not good, it's just that there is a mysterious power in my body. Now I still have martial arts, which is quite powerful."

"Occasionally I can use this power to temporarily stand up."

"Third, what secrets are you keeping from me?"

"I……"

Luo Jia can answer the directional secret just now.

But this...

so……

How to say?
There are too many secrets.

What do some say?
such as……

He almost killed Chu Lingling himself?

For example, you don't like sumac?
Or, secretly hid the wooden hairpin that Yun Cheng left behind, put it under his pillow, and rubbed it day and night?
(End of this chapter)