Chapter 1000： Pony, look, the princess is a fool (31)

Chapter 1000: Strike the Horse, Look, the Princess is a Fool (31)

"princess."

Lu Zhiyao came in and felt the tension between Song Qian and Song Tan right now.

He naturally smiled, went to Song Tan, took out a sachet in his arms, and handed it to Xia Ling.

The shoulders of the black robe were mostly wet by the rain, and Lu Zhiyao ’s hair was also wet, but when the man smiled, the gentle petting color was enough to make any woman in this world instantly Jealous of the woman he treated tenderly.

Song Qian's gaze stuck on Lu Zhiyao's body, don't stop.

"Hey horse, you are here." Xia Ling was successfully rescued by Lu Zhiyao's arrival. She put the sachet in her palm and stood up to get a parcel to help Lu Zhiyao dry the rain on her body.

She was awkward and serious, as if she had never thought about it. Lu Zhiyao got wet like this, and just let him change clothes.

A fool is a fool.

Song Qian glanced disdainfully.

"Sister, the horse is wet. Wouldn't it be great if you let him change clothes?" She said with a smile.

Song Qian's tender voice was extraordinarily boring in this room.

Lu Zhiyao frowned frantically, as if she had seen Song Qian here.

"I've seen Princess Fukang." He calmly saluted.

"Come flat." Song Qian coughed. "Lu Yima, you're Fuyu's sister-in-law, that's my brother-in-law. My sister and Fuyu have a good relationship, and Lu Yima doesn't need to see me."

Lu Zhiyao: "It is necessary to keep the courtesy."

Xia Ling stood beside him, still rubbing Lu Zhiyao's shoulders with a papa.

What a fool, it is normal to not understand the world.

However, Song Qian looked at Lu Zhiyao, and the more she looked, the more she rejoiced, and then looked at Song Tan behind him. Song Qian's heart was filled with countless vinegar bubbles.

What's so good about Song Tan? If it weren't for a concubine's mother, she was a fool, so why would she be able to reach a horse like Lu Zhiyao.

This world is really unfair, giving her the identity of crossing, but not giving her a golden finger for space.

Song Qian was uncomfortable. In the room, Xia Ling did not speak, and no one spoke to Song Qian.

Lu Zhiyao turned around and bowed his head to Xia Ling, who helped him wet his clothes, and whispered something.

The couple and He Meimei, Song Qianchu are like an outsider here.

"Sister, why is your brother-in-law coming back this day?" Song Qian stood up with a smile.

She did not consider herself an outsider at all, and stood up to pour a tea for Lu Zhiyao.

"Brother-in-law, get some tea to warm up."

Hot tea was delivered in front of Lu Zhiyao. With such diligent manner, Lu Zhiyao's eyes were dark.

"Thank you Princess." He said flatly.

When Lu Zhiyao took the tea, Ruo Wei's fingers, if any, swiped in his palm.

Lu Zhiyao went to look at it suddenly, and his gaze hit Song Qian's eyes with profound meaning, with a smile.

Lu Zhiyao just took the tea, he was expressionless and let go.

The tea cup fell down at the moment, and most of Song Qian's skirt was wet. The tea cup broke to the ground and hot water splashed.

Lu Zhiyao blocked a large area of ​​hot water in front of Xia Ling, and Song Qian screamed "ah".

She wore a thin model in early summer and could not block any hot water at all. Most of it was dumped on her leg, as if the tea was poured directly on her leg.

Inhaling breath, Song Qian paled with pain, and the palace girl helped her deal with it for the first time, but her skirt could not be lifted off. The leg must be hot and hot.

(End of this chapter)