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Wen Yi said: "No need, I will get the servant to help out later, this time I really have to thank you." As she said that, she held Zhu Wen's hand, and was extremely grateful.

Zhu Wen laughed: "Alright, on the way here you have said thank you countless times."

Wen Yi looked at him and happily replied: "You didn't charge me money either, which makes me extremely embarrassed. I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Zhu Wen laughed: "Idiot, do you think this is our countryside? If I go out with you alone, I might end up attracting someone's attention! "

Wen Yi also laughed, after laughing, she said vexedly: "Ancient one, just this is not good."

mama stood beside Wen Yi and listened to the two of them talk, her heart was confused, for a moment it was in the countryside, for a while it was in the ancients, she really didn't understand what they were saying. However, when she thought about how the Princess had always been strange, and how their words had always been strange, she didn't really understand it this time, so he didn't put it to heart.

After watching Zhu Wen's carriage leave, Wen Yi turned her head and looked at mama. She suddenly extended her arms and hugged mama as she said happily: "mama, I'm so happy!"

mama was stunned, then laughed: My, what is there to be so happy about? Wasn't it just a chair? And it's even an iron chair, so the prince might not even sit down. "

Wen Yi laughed, "You don't understand, I am not only happy about this wheelchair, but meeting someone I really want to meet …"

A cold voice came from the entrance of the mansion, "Oh? Who was he so happy to see? Tell This King. "

Wen Yi's back stiffened. Oh my god, I was too careless. I actually forgot to return through the back door.

She slowly turned around with a smile plastered all over her face. She looked at Song Yunqian, who was sitting on a chair by the door, and asked: "Why did the Prince come out?"

There was no expression on Song Yunqian's face. His cold eyes swept across her and he lightly said, "If the wangfei can leave, can't I leave?"

From his tone, Wen Yi knew that he was very angry. She glanced at Zhuge Ming who was behind Song Yunqian and explained, "Godly Doctor Zhuge told me to move more, it can help my wounds heal, and I only followed the orders of the doctor."

Zhuge Ming said lightly: "This one was only asking for the wangfei to walk around the mansion, I didn't say to let the wangfei go out."

Wen Yi suddenly said: "Oh, so that's how it is, but you didn't explain it clearly, I thought you wanted me to go out and walk around, that's why I'm here."

Song Yunqian snorted, and coldly instructed the servants, "Bring this king back."

The servant lifted Song Yunqian's chair and walked into the manor. Wen Yi quickly followed and walked a few steps, then turned to mama and said: "mama, order the servants to move to the prince's house." Saying that, she anxiously followed behind Song Yunqian.

Back in his room, Song Yunqian looked at her angrily, "What are you doing following me? This King gets annoyed whenever he sees you. "

Wen Yi sat in front of him, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sneakily left the palace."

Song Yunqian was originally full of anger, but seeing that she had softened his stance and apologized, the anger in his heart had almost dissipated. However, he maintained a straight face and coldly said: "You did not disappoint this king, your body is yours, even if you die, it has nothing to do with this king."

The servant carried the wheelchair in and left it in the room. Seeing the tense atmosphere, he did not dare to stay any longer and went out.

In the house, only Wen Yi and Song Yunqian were left.

Hearing him speak like that, Wen Yi thought that he was still angry, and said softly: "Don't be angry, I'm not going out to play, I want to make you a wheelchair so that you can move around in the manor. Look, I've brought the wheelchair back."

Song Yunqian raised his eyes and looked at the wheelchair. He was a man after all, and was especially interested in new things, so he couldn't care less about being angry. What's the use of it? "

Wen Yi laughed, stood up and sat on the wheelchair. She stepped on the pedal and then turned the wheel, the wheelchair moved, and was extremely nimble. She remembered that Xiao Qing's father had said that it could stand upright, so he stretched her hand out to feel around. There was a metal rod on the right side, and there were even some levels, she reached out and pulled it up to the first level, but the wheelchair wouldn't be able to rise that high. She wanted to pull it a little higher, but realized that she couldn't pull it anymore.

She got up and squatted down to study it. She found that the spring wasn't good enough to rise, and the design wasn't perfect. Even if she could stretch it, the chair would lean backwards, creating a great deal of trouble. She shook her head and said, "No, I have to find a way to improve it."

Seeing that the wheelchair was so good, Song Yunqian was overjoyed, and immediately said: "Help this king go over and try it."

Wen Yi raised his head and said, "Not for now, I still need to improve it."

"There's no need, This King will try first." When Song Yunqian saw that he could turn the chair around on his own and move forward and back away without having to do anything, he was so overjoyed that he didn't even want to wait.

Wen Yi could only reach out to support him. Even though she was not short anymore, she still looked small and small compared to him, so she had to hold onto his waist completely and use all her strength to help him pass.

He sat on the wheelchair, and Wen Yi taught him how to spin it. Initially, he was not used to it, but after a few rotations, she familiarized herself with it and started to spin on the spot.

Seeing him smiling so happily, Wen Yi was also very happy. She sat on the chair and looked at him steadily.

Song Yunqian stopped and looked into Wen Yi's gentle eyes. His heart was moved, and a warm feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Yi stood up and walked to his side. Before she could even ask any questions, he had already grabbed her hand and pulled forcefully, causing her to fall down and sit on his thigh. She was embarrassed to the point of blushing blue, but when she struggled to get up, he held her and said in a low voice, "Don't move!"

Wen Yi looked up at him, at such a close distance, his lips almost touched the tip of her nose. She moved back a little, looking at his handsome face, her eyes touching the gentleness of his eyes.

"You … "Which one? Someone will come in later." Wen Yi shifted her gaze away, no longer daring to look into his fiery eyes. She was afraid that if she continued to look into his eyes, she would not be able to hold back and forcefully kiss him.

And she, of course, had no chance, for as soon as her voice fell, his lips fell upon hers, warm and tyrannical, and when his lips touched hers, he sucked, his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth and tangling with the tip of her tongue.

His hands began to move behind her back. Her breasts were close to his, and the two hearts clashed, sending sparks flying.

The window was not shut tight, and a ray of sunset shone through the gap in the window. It was so beautiful, so soft.

His hand quietly slipped past her back to her chest, gently covering her beautiful curves. Wen Yi felt as if her head had exploded, and everything turned blank instantly. And as she sat on his thigh, she could clearly feel the changes. She was very nervous and at a loss of what to do. She could only follow his lead and walk towards a deeper level of communication between him and her.

But in the end, he did not take a step further. He slowly let go of his hand and stared at Wen Yi whose face was flushed red. He said softly, "Fool, you were trembling just now.

Wen Yi didn't know if she was trembling, and was only slightly trembling. However, it definitely wasn't because she was afraid. She shook her head, smiling in a somewhat puzzled manner. "It's not that I'm afraid, I just …" However, she did not know what it was. Perhaps, this was a normal reaction of a woman.

"Can you tell This King what your name is?" He suddenly changed the subject of his words, yet he still asked with some tenderness.

Wen Yi was stunned, her head buzzing, she frantically jumped off his thigh and laughed while waving her hand, "My prince, don't joke with me, I don't believe you would not know that I am called Yang Luoyi."

Song Yunqian stared at her, then suddenly laughed, "This king thinks that you were too infatuated just now, and would have forgotten your name. Haha, this king is messing with you, foolish girl!"

Wen Yi looked at him in bewilderment, not knowing which of his words were real. However, no matter how she spoke of it, the scene of the monster being burned to death in her mind automatically filled up. And the monster, that was her, smiled feebly and said: "Prince, you better not make such a joke, it scared me so much that I thought you had lost your memory and wanted to call the imperial physician."

"Alright, let's not joke in the future. Your face has turned pale from fright," he paused for a moment, then smiled mischievously. "However, what This King wants to retract is not only the previous sentence, but also the address of 'foolish girl'. This King has forgotten that you are no longer a girl." As he spoke, he deliberately used lustful eyes to examine her body, grinning from ear to ear.

Wen Yi remembered the first time she teleported here, and her face turned even hotter. Her heart skipped a beat as she stomped her feet and said, "If you keep spouting nonsense, I won't come and see you in the future."

Song Yunqian turned his wheelchair and said in a clear voice, "Now, if you don't come to see this king, this king can go look for you on his own."

Wen Yi glared at him, "I can just close the door and not meet you."

Song Yunqian turned his wheelchair and arrived in front of her. He reached out his hands to pull her hand to make her sit in front of him and sincerely said: "Alright, I won't play with you anymore.

Wen Yi looked at him and muttered: "You also know how to say thanks? It really is the sun rising from the west. "

Song Yunqian stared at her before suddenly saying in a gentle voice, "This king isn't that noble. Right, do you still remember telling this duke a ghost story back on the mountain? This King momentarily forgot the name of the protagonist of that ghost story. Do you still remember? "

Wen Yi stared at him blankly, not understanding his intentions.

Song Yunqian sat up straight and glanced at her, "You don't remember? Then this story must be fabricated, and they even said that the people around them experienced it themselves, and lied to them! "

Wen Yi also followed his example and sat up straight, and also glanced at him sideways, "Who said I don't remember, that heroine is called Wen Yi." Even though he was a little strange today, she still went along with it.

"Wen Yi, Wen Yi..." He gently said her name, but he was still staring at her, his gaze so gentle that it moved her heart. So it turned out that when he used this tone to call her name, it really was very pleasant to hear.

He suddenly smiled and said: "In the future, this king will call you Wen Yi, okay?"

Wen Yi's heartbeat quickened, "Why did you call me Wen Yi?" He must have seen something, right?

He leaned close to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Because you are my plague!"

"Huh?" She looked at him in a daze, "I'm your Wen Yi?"

"That's right, a plague!" He laughed.

Wen Yi looked at him with her eyes wide open, gritting her teeth, "You are the plague, you are my plague!"