Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

Pei Ruochen's action obviously alarmed her lover, but she did not wake up that easily. She only turned her body over and continued to sleep.

Her long eyelashes trembled like a butterfly. Her rosy lips pouted leisurely as she subconsciously sucked on them.

Pei Ruochen was hesitating whether to wake her up or not. Just as her hand was about to touch her face, she suddenly thought of the song she had heard in her sleep last night: fresh and clean, a strange yet beautiful song that she had never heard before.

His hands were frozen on the spot. His fingertips were sharp to the touch. He could almost feel the trembling of his soft fur. A disturbing noise came from the outside.

Pei Ruochen looked over and saw that the door was pushed open politely. He Lan Xue was standing at the door with a solemn expression as she looked at the scenery inside the house.

The morning sunlight shone down from behind, cutting Hera's body into a black silhouette.

The servants of the Pei estate followed closely behind He Lan Xue as they ran. "Prince, prince, esteemed wangfei really isn't in our estate. No one in the estate has seen the esteemed wangfei before …"

While shouting, the servant rushed to the door and also looked at the view in the room. He then mumbled to himself, "Eh, where did this little girl come from?"

Pei Ruochen quickly let go of her hand and smiled as she lowered her head.

With a sullen face, He Lan Xue strode into the room and bent down to pick her up from the bed.

She sucked her lips again, then found the most comfortable position in his arms and continued to sleep, oblivious to the outside world.

"When I heard that Ruochen was injured, I came here to offer my condolences." He Lan Xue glared at Pei Ruochen. For some reason, she put away the stiff body she had been holding before revealing a relaxed smile. "My beloved has disturbed your family last night."

Pei Ruochen looked at He Lan Xue's still handsome and haggard face and knew that he must have found her overnight. However, she did not know why she appeared by his bedside. She could only nod her head and say, "My lord, there is no need to be courteous."

"Hearing that Ruochen is brimming with confidence, I'm sure that nothing will happen. This king will come again another day to thank you for saving my beloved. I won't disturb you today." He Lan Xue said familiarly before carrying her and walking towards the door in large strides.

When the servants who had gathered with He Lan Xue saw that the Carefree King had indeed brought out a woman from his young master's room, and that the woman was still sleeping soundly despite her messy hair ornaments, they could not help but have doubts in their hearts.

However, there were only three good versions.

Because he was going to marry the fourth princess, He Lan Lu, he knew that the Prince Consort's words and actions would be restricted, and so he set himself free before the wedding. When the princess' third brother, He Lan Xue, found out about this, he came to capture him in his bed to seek justice for his sister.

The Rongfamily of the Grand Preceptor could only match up to one or two of the current empress's parents. Now, the Rongcai family had a queen, the Rongxiu, and the Pei family had a imperial concubine, Pei Ruolan. If Pei Ruochen were to become the Prince Consort, then the influential powers would suppress the Rong family. As for the Carefree King, he had always been close to the Rong family. For the benefit of the Rong family, he sent people to seduce Pei Ruochen and then exposed his own reputation as Xiao Pei, in order to prevent Princess Lu from getting married.

Version 3: Pei Ruochen kidnapped Princess Xiaoyao, He Lan Xue is wearing a green hat and became angry, causing a huge ruckus in the Prime Minister's Estate!

When these rumors reached Pei Ruochen's ears, he only laughed it off. His slender finger knocked on the newly delivered report, which said: "The people of the South Sky Teashop have escaped through the tunnel and have not been caught."

It looked like a wanted poster was going to be issued.

Before she could even open her eyes, she felt a blob of black object pouncing on her like lightning. Immediately following that, Eleven wailed, "Young miss, young miss, you've finally woken up. Eleven is so worried about you."

After a long while, she finally pushed Eleven away. She squinted her eyes and mumbled, "Eleven, you're going to lose weight."

Eleven immediately retracted the concerned look on his face. His face darkened and he grabbed onto his lover's neck like he was holding his own. His viciousness and viciousness made him seem like a different person.

When He Lan Xue came in, she saw the main diagram of the murder.

If this was the past, then she might have let out a low growl. But now, she was already used to it. She just stood at the door and cleared her throat.

Eleven quickly lets go and stands to the side. He holds out his hand to put the hair on his forehead behind his ears and is as calm as the water in a lake.

Her face was flushed red. She panted for a long time before she regained her breath.

"You're awake?" When her lover's breathing finally calmed down, He Lan Xue crossed her arms and coldly asked.

The girl nodded, looked at He Lan Xue, then looked around. This small house had been here for so long, with one glance, she naturally felt that it was very familiar, very familiar … He could finally rest in peace and continue sleeping.

After blinking her eyes, she lay back down and went back to sleep.

For some reason, he was exhausted.

However, just as she laid down, she sprung up as if she had been electrocuted. She looked around, then stared at He Lan Xue and asked, "Why am I here?"

Although she was still confused, at least she remembered where she had slept.

He vaguely remembered that he didn't fall asleep here last night.

"Where's Pei Ruochen?" That was her second sentence.

He Lan Xue initially wanted to reply with good intentions, but when she heard the second question, her anger flared up. She snappily snorted, "Royal Consort naturally has to be in the Prince's Mansion. As for Pei Ruochen, she has to stay in his own mansion."

Her lover frowned. Although he couldn't figure out the crux of the matter, he could only say 'yes' in a muffled voice.

"My beloved!" Seeing that her lover had the tendency to continue sleeping, He Lan Xue stepped into the room and stood in front of her bed with her hands behind her back. She wanted to say something, but hesitated for half a day before hesitantly saying, "After you were kidnapped, this king … Cough cough … If you are safe, why didn't you return to your residence? "

The woman looked at him sideways, thought for a moment, then replied, "I don't know the way."

"Don't you know the way?" He Lan Xue insisted.

Her lover scoffed slightly, still looking at him with a clear and unharmed gaze. Under this gaze, Helian Xue felt, for some reason, ashamed.

He was the one who had abandoned her first. Even when he had rescued her, he had been worried and stayed outside the Phoenix Landing Palace to protect Xiao Rong.

Now, he was righteously criticizing her.

However, she still did not have the slightest intention of blaming him. She only raised her hand to rub her eyes and said, "Your Highness has finished. I will continue sleeping."

He Lan Xue glanced at the wound on her palm. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered what happened that day. The sharpness of her false bravado had also been reduced to a light and soft expression.

The woman ignored him and crawled into bed.

"My beloved …" She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Her lover waited for a long time, but it was still quiet. She turned her head to look at He Lan Xue, only to see She Lan's snow-white face blushing lightly, her thin lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to do something difficult, but she couldn't make up her mind.

She sighed lightly, and then said inexplicably: "I used to read ghost stories, and I thought the protagonist was very brave. If I had known the house was haunted, I would have stayed in the closet — but the people who were hiding in the closet would have been taken away by the ghost. Because no matter how long you hide, the ghost will always be in the house and won't leave. " It was rare for her to converse like this. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had done something big.

"What do you mean?" He Lan Xue froze for a moment, and looked at him with a bit of confusion.

Her lover had no intention of explaining, only looked at him innocently, with a gaze so pure it made one feel ashamed.

He Lan Xue suddenly understood something. She lowered her head and pondered for half a day, then suddenly raised her head and said with lightning speed, "Regardless of the case … Thank you for saving her! " Then, unnaturally, he slipped away.

All that was left were a few wisps of undispersed white smoke and swaying flowers and plants along the way.

He was gone.

Eleven and his wife look at each other for a long moment, then he ends up with a big yawn: a word of thanks, a lot of chattering, like a woman.

When she woke up, she only felt that the fire in the room was warm like spring.

When she stretched, she found that there was a thick blanket on top of her, and that Eleven was stirring the coals in the middle of the room. A warm glow shone on her face. It was bright red and very peaceful.

"Miss, you've finally woken up. It's already noon of the second day." When Eleven saw her getting out of bed, he immediately stood up and pouted, "Lord Pei has been waiting for you all morning."

When she heard it was Pei Ruochen, she was immediately enlivened and was about to jump out of bed, but when her hand touched the bed, she couldn't help but let out a cry and look down: the wound on her palm had been pricked up once more, the best brocade cloth was tightly wrapped, and there was the smell of medicine.

"The prince came back later, he gave you some medicine." Eleven explained with a smile. She had a premonition that the situation of her young lady was about to become clear.

However, she didn't hear him at all. She was still thinking about Pei Ruochen who was waiting outside. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes and ran out barefoot.

Eleven follows with his shoes.

As he turned the screen around, Pei Ruochen was sitting by the table, fiddling with the Jade Zither that he had given her earlier. Her expression was calm, and she did not seem impatient at all.

Her lover liked his calmness: it was peaceful, it moved with ease.

"Pei Ruochen." She leaned over and was about to sit on one side when she felt the seat was too far away. She dropped the chair and squatted beside him, her hands on her cheeks, watching him almost greedily.

Because his injuries had not yet healed, his face was still pale, but it did not diminish his appearance. On the contrary, it now had an extra handsomeness.

Pei Ruochen looked at her in shock, and immediately smiled, "I have something that I need your help with."

"What is it?" the lover asked, still looking up at him with a smile, like an obedient puppy.

"The prisoners from the tea house have fled. We wanted to issue a wanted poster, but at that time, I couldn't lift my head to look at that young master's appearance. Did you see clearly? Can you draw him according to your memories?" Pei Ruochen said matter-of-factly, "I know, you've always painted very well."

"Sure." The lover nodded with great difficulty and then asked, "What else do you want?"

She suddenly had the belief that as long as Pei Ruochen was able to say something, she would do everything in her power to help her.

She wanted to do many things for him. As long as it was for him, she would feel endless joy.