Transmigrated Princess

Yuansi looked at Dong Feipeng and leaned lazily back to the railing.

The maid who served her soon arranged to come up. Su Xiangwan looked at the eight maidservants in two lines, and his head hurt again.

It's just a change of clothes. How do you feel that you want to take her to shower and change clothes to serve the same battle?

Since she was in someone else's territory, even what she said was useless, she had no choice but to accept it.

Then there is the long dressing process.

Even a hair was obedient to her, and there were many patterns. If she was treated like a golden lady in the Su house, now she felt like a princess.

Dress up again and she should be able to send out and kiss.

It was half an hour after the maid tossed about. Su Xiangwan was out of breath at this time. There were only two thoughts left in her heart: speechless and helpless.

After finishing the decoration, Zhao Rongxian is gently sweeping the tea lamps. He looks very interested.

His way of making tea is flowing and smoky. It looks very pleasant——

But why does that dress look familiar?

The water blue as like as two peas and a silver robe, the embroidery is exactly the same.

Isn't that the one she took off and returned?

No, the boss may have two things in common. Su Xiangwan convinces himself unbelievably.

The handmaid led her over, and they sat down across the table.

Zhao Rongxian didn't speak. Su Xiangwan was confused. He just looked at his clothes. Naturally, he didn't speak.

He put his sleeve in one hand and pushed a cup of tea with the other hand.

The tea fragrance is dense and curls in the air.

Su Xiangwan absentmindedly picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He glanced at the residual tear stains in front of his skirt. His hands shook and almost didn't sprinkle himself.

There are no two as like as two peas. This is the one she just took off.

Although the traces of tears were shallow, they were so dazzling that they hung carelessly on his heart, which made people feel... How awkward.

She couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment.

The clothes he wore, and watched him wear them. Just thinking about it, I felt terrible.

The key is that she also soiled her clothes. Why should Zhao Rongxian wear a dirty dress that she had worn?

Does he like this dress very much?

Xu is that her expression is too ugly and her eyes are too straightforward. Zhao Rongxian finally opened his mouth: "you have soiled the king's clothes."

Su Xiangwan almost knelt.

Boss, don't be so straightforward. It could have been as if nothing had happened if it hadn't been said.

She felt so embarrassed that her head was falling off.

"That... That..." it's unrealistic to wash him. She doesn't know what to do. She can only say, "why don't you change one?"

Otherwise, it's really hard for her to sit opposite him calmly.

Obsessive compulsive disorder made her want to erase that trace.

He is too precious. Such a precious person is like a doll in the window of a famous brand store. He should wear clean, flat and luxurious clothes, which can't be stained with any dust.

"That's it," he said faintly, and the matter was easily exposed.

Zhao Rongxian was so calm that she seemed to be making a fuss just now.

She also pressed down the difference in her heart and forced herself not to worry about it again.

Zhao Rongxian saw her look ease down, and a slight smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

The position of the tear stain was impartial. It was in the heart. It was dry, but he could still feel that hot and burning, as if it had penetrated into his heart.

He wants to remember this feeling.

I also want her to know that he doesn't dislike her or despise her.

Time is indeed the most powerful tranquilizer. After changing clothes and tossing for more than half an hour, Su Xiangwan's mood has been leveled. She can't quarrel any more. Her sword and crossbow are arrogant just now, as if she were an illusion.

There was peace between them as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Rongxian even naturally asked her, "can you play the piano?"

Su Xiangwan guessed his intention and said casually, "some."

Instead of being casual, he seriously commented: "the piano you just played has an unstable tone. Although it is chaotic, it is orderly in chaos and has a good foundation. If you are willing to spend your mind on learning, you may have great achievements."

Su Xiangwan was interrupted by his words and was full of black question marks.

Boss, what's up?

What's the problem with playing the piano with her?

Although, she didn't play so badly. Is disorder serious?

She remembered that Zhao Rongxian had just said "I don't know" to Dong Feipeng. She thought she played poorly, so she didn't express her opinion.

Su Xiangwan felt as if he had been drenched in cold water.

Can you talk well?

She opened her mouth and said indifferently, "I'm fine. There's no need to have great attainments."

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting come first. If you learn this well, you can convince people in the future, and I can give you some advice..."

"??" what and what?

All right, all right, I know you're good at playing the piano.

"Why should I convince others? I live for myself. I don't have to live for the eyes of others. Others can't do anything to me if they don't accept me." Su Xiangwan said inexplicably.

Zhao Rongxian poured a cup of tea: "but I want you to be less criticized, but... Since you don't care, it doesn't hurt."

He sounded a little happy. What's the matter?

It's weird.

Su Xiangwan was confused by his inconsistent attitude and said directly, "what does your highness want to do after all?"

Zhao Rongxian looked at her calmly and frankly said, "I was abrupt just now. I won't be in the future."

In the future... Never again.

Now she was strong and soft, and sprinkled her own tea.

Is Zhao Rongxian apologizing to her?

See you for a long time!

Su Xiangwan once installed a human device for him, that is - he can't be wrong. Even if he is wrong, it's someone else's fault.

The bow of the strong is as frightening as the bravery of the weak.

She smiled a little speechless, "Your Highness, it's not necessary. In fact, it's not a big deal."

Even if he doesn't bow his head, Su Xiangwan really wants to do something to him. He will lose a layer of skin first.

It's not forced to the extreme. It's really unnecessary to fight for one breath.

So she can't do anything about him.

Not to mention that she had long lost her anger. She didn't have the heart to tell him. She just wanted to go home and sleep well, and then save her energy to deal with the next scuffle.

"You're a good talker," he said, not sure if it was a compliment.

Su Xiangwan also had the right to accept his praise generously when he appreciated her generosity.

She just doesn't like to accumulate bad emotions and doesn't want to care about unhappy things.

Zhao Rongxian took out a brocade bag and handed it to her: "the answer to what you want to check is here."

Su Xiangwan was surprised, then picked up the brocade bag and took out the red paper inside.

On the red paper is written the eight characters of Lu Junting's birthday. In addition, there is a line of characters that someone approved for him.

——The order of the seal.

Even if Lu Junting broke his leg and lay down for the rest of his life, he could inherit the title of Princess and spend the rest of his life carefree, but in this life, he was not a marquis, but the destiny of the prime minister.

Su Xiangwan's face changed slightly and he remembered his ending in the script.

This cannon fodder, which was fooled around by Su Jinyu, was just an idle marquis in the end. Where did you get the order of sealing the prime minister?

It's not that the fate is wrong, it's likely that her existence has indirectly changed something.