Song Liangchen sat in Xiaoyi Courtyard, frowned and looked at Jiang Xinyue.

She called him to come, sat down and started crying. She had been crying for half an hour now, without saying a word, and didn't know what it meant.

If it were before, he would have coaxed the person with heartache, but she slapped him, not knowing whether it was because of a man's self-esteem or something else, but when he looked at her, he always felt that there was something different.

Jiang Xinyue in Song Liangchen's heart was always kind and sensible. Because she was the daughter of the doorman, she always kept the rituals of the master and servant with him. Even if she clearly liked him, she was obediently not approaching. The maid in the mansion made fun of her bullying her, and she held back and stood a few steps away from him, looking at him quietly.

He felt very sorry for her, so he wanted to protect her well, and even ignored her father's obstruction and wanted to make her the main wife. He wanted to see her stand up and look down at everyone by his side, and she wanted to see her smile unscrupulously.

However, this misunderstanding really made him physically and mentally exhausted, and even felt difficult to face her.

"Stop crying."

Jiang Xinyue's throat was almost hoarse, and she finally waited for Song Liangchen to speak. Her aggrieved feeling even worse. The tears that had just dried up continued to fall: "I thought you wouldn't even feel sorry for me."

Song Liangchen sighed: "Crying loudly hurts your body. Now that things have come to this, it's better to make yourself feel better."

"How do I make myself feel better?" Jiang Xinyue looked red, and stopped talking again if she wanted to say something. She turned around and glanced at the maid and Linfeng next to her.

Linfeng shook, and immediately led the maid out and closed the door.

"What are you doing?" Song Liangchen lowered his eyes and clenched his hands: "Now you and me are not suitable to be alone."

"What's wrong with being alone?" Jiang Xinyue stood up and walked to him, and smashed his hands with tears in her eyes: "Liang Chen, do you dislike me, right? I dislike my body for being dirty, so I call me Aunt Jiang, right?"

God knew how painful it hurts when he called her. She felt abandoned by the whole world, so she lost her mind and beat him.

Afterwards, she knew that she shouldn't have been, and she knew that he must have been angry, but why couldn't he understand her? She was like this, and he would still be angry with her?

"Don't think too much." Song Liangchen said: "I called you like that because I promised my father that I will treat you with courtesy from now on and that I will not be more righteous."

"Have you promised your father?" Jiang Xinyue fell in front of him, looked up at him in disbelief: "Your father... your father! Liang minister, do you know what he did to me?"

Song Liangchen sank his face, stood up and waved his sleeves and said, "I don't want to listen."

"Do you don't want it or dare?" Jiang Xinyue reached out and grabbed his clothes, and looked up with a shrill look: "He clearly saw that it was me, clearly saw that it was me! But he still forcibly tied me to the bed... Liangchen, do you know how many times I called you that night?"

His heart kept sinking, and Song Liangchen closed his eyes, his knuckles turned white: "Don't say it."

"If I don't say it, are you going to leave me here in the future and never care about me again?" Jiang Xinyue struggled to stand up, hugged him tightly from behind, and said hoarsely: "Do you plan to accept your fate like this, so that I can't be with you again in this life? Liangchen, I don't want to accept your fate..."

Her throat was a little tight, and Song Liangchen felt dull and wanted to turn around and hug her. Her veins on her hands were bulging, but she still held it back.

"What if I don't accept my fate? I can only protect you from food and clothing for life, but I can never be a husband and wife with you again."

He took a deep breath, grabbed her hand that was placed on his waist, and slowly pulled it away: "I won't let anyone touch you again, but I... won't get more arrogant."

Jiang Xinyue cried in silence, biting her lip was like she was trying her best, and she stretched out her hand to take off her outer robe!

Inside was a moon-white gauze skirt, with snow-white arms on the top, and her collarbone was seductive. Song Liangchen frowned, and before he could speak, he was filled with warm and soft jade.

"Liangchen..."

Song Liangchen tensed his body and his face turned slightly dark: "Let me go."

Jiang Xinyue listened, not only refused to let go, but hugged her even tighter: "If you think I am lewd, then let me go. I only know that if you leave like this today, my ten years of acquaintance with you and five years of waiting will all be wasted!"

After saying that, he stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

Song Liangchen wanted to push her away, but Jiang Xinyue took his hand and put it on her chest. She opened her eyes and looked at him with despair and pain in her eyes.

After softening his heart, Song Liangchen closed his eyes. After struggling for a long time, he still trembled and wrapped his hand around her shoulders.

This is a woman he has liked for so many years and has become so humble. So how can he... how can he push her away cruelly?

With his lips and teeth tangled, Jiang Xinyue led him to the bed, tears sprinkled on his face, and he gently wiped it away.

"Stop crying."

Song Liangchen, who is as gentle as water, is her lover! Jiang Xinyue choked and whispered softly: "You want me, I want me once, and I feel that I am not that dirty..."

Song Liangchen's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her deeply, making Jiang Xinyue feel painful.

Do you want it? Facing the woman he loved deeply, how many men don’t want it? But now, how can he still want it? Song Liangchen was still very rational, but Jiang Xinyue raised her legs and wrapped her waist, making his consciousness disappear little by little.

The room seemed very hot, and Song Liangchen was sweating all over his head and was about to put his hands on his belt.

"Mr. Marquis, Sister Wen said that she has sent the plaster to the princess!" A thunder sounded outside the door.

Ning Chun'er stood carelessly outside the main house of Xiaoyi Courtyard, looking at the closed door: "It's strange, what door is closed in broad daylight?"

All reason was instantly restored. Song Liangchen stood up, broke away from Jiang Xinyue's hand and took a breath, pulled the quilt over her with a dark face to cover her, and rubbed her eyebrows.

Is he crazy? He almost... crazy, he must be crazy!

Shaking his head and sobered up a little, Song Liangchen said outside: "Come in."

Jiang Xinyue lay on the bed in a daze, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes. When she heard the sound of opening the door, she closed her eyes and turned around, pulling the quilt over her head.

Ning Chun'er jumped in with a naive look on her face, raised her eyebrows slightly while smelling the smell inside, but she didn't say much, just looked at the prince and said, "Sister Wen is uncomfortable. She just happened to meet me on the road, so she asked me to come over and say to her. The stripping cream is so precious, and the prince's face will definitely heal soon."

Song Liangchen looked at the bloated quilt on the bed a little embarrassedly, pulled Ning Chun'er out, and said, "The plaster is what your sister Wen wants to give, not what I want to give, don't make it wrong."

"Ah? Is that true?" Ning Chun'er blinked: "But hasn't Sister Wen always listened to the master's words?"

"I didn't say I asked her to give me medicine!"

"That's it..." Ning Chun'er turned around and looked at the main house and was dragged all the way to the garden outside.

"Master, there is something Chun'er doesn't know whether to say it or not."

Song Liangchen took a few breaths of fresh air, and his body heat gradually faded away, and he turned his head and said, "You just say it's okay."

"Just just now, there was a lovesick fragrance in the princess' house. It was a bit bad for her to use such things in the prince's house." Ning Chun'er said seriously: "After all, now there is a different identity. The princess is still using lovesick fragrance to her, which is considered unfaithful."

Song Liangchen was shocked and subconsciously reached out to cover Ning Chun'er's mouth. The latter blinked and looked at him innocently.

"You forgot about this." After a long silence, Song Liangchen said: "You have always been outspoken and are easily exploited. Don't interfere with them in the matter of princess."

"Oh, okay." Ning Chun'er nodded: "Would you like to go and see the princess? You have been incarcerated for a whole day."

"What's the best thing?" When talking about the man, Song Liangchen was still angry, irritable and full of resentment.

Ning Chun'er tilted her head: "If I don't like her, shouldn't I go and see her miserable situation?"

It seemed to make sense. Song Liangchen paused, touched his chin and thought for a while, nodded and said, "Then go, you can go along with me."

"Okay." Ning Chun'er smiled and bent her eyes, held Song Liangchen's hand and walked towards the woodshed.

Along the way, Song Liangchen couldn't help but think viciously, before the drop of water was in this day, the man in the woodshed wouldn't have eaten the descensored cream? Maybe he was unkempt and cried heartbrokenly in the pile of firewood!

Thinking about it this way, my bad mood has improved a lot!

The more miserable Shen Meijing is now, the happier Song Liangchen will feel. This perverted emotion cannot be explained, but it exists reasonably.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the backyard, the Zhang Ma Zi, who was guarding the door of the woodshed, stood up and shouted quickly: "Please pay tribute to the prince!"

Song Liangchen waved his hand and signaled her to open the door. Mrs. Zhang hurriedly opened the lock and shouted inside: "Criminal Princess, I'm here to see you."

Shen Meijing was tying the last small firewood stool with a straw rope. When he heard this, he looked up and saw Song Liangchen pushing the door in and Ning Chun'er beside him.

What? I still remember to see her? Is it true that my conscience is discovered?

After cursing a few words in his heart, Shen Meijing still stood up with a smile and saluted: "The place is simple, two of you sit at will."

Ning Chun'er raised her eyes and glanced around the woodshed, and her chin fell to the ground with a "splash".

The big bed with firewood and straw was right next to the window, and there was a square table made of firewood next to it, and there were two exquisite small stools, which looked like the kind that the princess tied halfway up his hands. There was also a clothes hanger next to the house, and her outer robe was hanging. One was next to it, with a small table with a straw pony on it. The excess firewood was piled in another corner, stacked squarely, and looked like a big cabinet.

This wood-room that was originally a mess was turned into a quaint room by her in one day?

It's incredible!

Song Liangchen was also shocked, but after being shocked, his displeasure was like a big wave slamming the shore, and he was having sex!
Chapter completed!