Chapter 1192： Why do you always cry?

Leng Rushuang had to stand up and clean up the dishes.

Zhao Shu glanced at her and said, "Rushuang, what happened this time is Yuanhe's fault. This king has already taught him for you."

"It's not a big deal." Leng Rushuang didn't care. "He really didn't trouble me, except for not letting me go."

"Give you something delicious and drink, so you can bear that he keeps you locked all the way? This king sees you very sick."

"...When you say good things, I start to feel a bit miserable."

Zhao Shu stood up and calmed down, "Go back to bed early, and get up early tomorrow to return to Kyoto."

Leng Rushuang saw that his face was tired, and couldn't help asking: "The prince came all the way because he was worried about me?"

"No."

"..."

"The emperor has been poisoned by Yao Shuibi. Yao Shuibi is your junior and only you can deal with her poison," Zhao Shu said.

Leng Rushuang curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "If you weren't eager to detoxify your emperor nephew, would you not care how long I was missing?"

Zhao Shu looked at her: "Rushuang, with your ability, if you really want to leave, Yuanhe may not be able to keep you."

"It's my business that I have the ability. You can't worry about me just because of this."

"You stay with Yuanhe just to see if this king is worried about you?"

"Naturally not." Leng Rushuang immediately denied, "I'm just a little tired of staying in Kyoto. Since he provides carriages, horses and food and lodging, I will walk out."

"Have you walked enough?"

"enough."

"Then go back to Beijing." Zhao Shu lifted his chin, "go back to sleep."

Leng Rushuang had to go out.

The door snapped shut behind him.

Leng Rushuang looked back at the closed door, hummed, and walked to his room.

When she passed by the door of Zhao Yuan and the young couple's room, she heard a low cry from within, so she stopped, and curiously leaned over to look around.

Although you can't see it, but you can hear it, it is the voice of Princess Yi of Taoism.

Leng Rushuang put his eyes in the crack of the door and looked inside.

I saw Taowan squatting on the ground crying, Zhao Yuanhe frowned and stood in front of her.

"Thuania, why do you always cry?"

"The concubine doesn't dare..." Taowan's eyes were red and choked. "The concubine will change clothes for the prince."

Zhao Yuanhe stood still there.

He whispered: "If you don't want to follow this king, this king won't force you. After all, this king is just a blind man. Not only can he not take care of you, but he also needs you to serve him."

With her head down, Tauan said in a low voice: "It's a matter for the concubine to serve the prince."

Zhao Yuan and himself took off their clothes, lay down on the bed, patted their side, and said, "Come here."

Thuania shrank, but still walked over, lying docilely beside him.

Leng Rushuang was embarrassed to look further, and quickly retracted his sight and prepared to leave.

But a voice soon came from inside.

Although Leng Rushuang is still the girl in the boudoir, but he also knows what the sound is.

She blushed and quickly speeded up and walked away.

Inside the house, the low cry of Taoism has not stopped.

Early the next morning, Leng Rushuang got up early and was about to go down to eat something. He just happened to encounter the appearance of Tauan, holding a basin, hanging his head, and lowering his eyebrows.

"Princess Yi." Leng Rushuang greeted with a smile.

Tauan nodded and said nothing.

Leng Rushuang caught a glimpse of her with bruises on her wrist exposed outside her sleeves.

She was a little surprised, so she stretched out her hand to grab her arm and rolled up her sleeves.