He Zheng's deep eyes seemed to hide a ferocious beast. When Jiang Qingyao was about to let go, he raised his hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and bit her lips.
Jiang Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, and although she was as thick-skinned as a city wall, she couldn't help but blush slightly.
Maybe it was because he was too gentle when holding her neck.
Jiang Qingyao found that Marquis Anguo was easy to coax.
She pursed her lips and said, "I looked at Prince Kang. I was curious why he was so sick. The other princes weren't like this either."
He Zheng lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice faint, "When Concubine Wei was pregnant with Prince Kang, she was poisoned. As a result, he was born with the poison and is sicker than any other child."
Jiang Qingyao opened her mouth and realized that she had been poisoned in the womb.
She seemed particularly interested.
He Zheng's eyes showed deep understanding as he continued, "Prince Kang's poison had already been cured. However, when he was ten years old, he accidentally ate poisoned cakes and cakes, and his health has been failing ever since."
He can't get over the poisoning.
Jiang Qingyao smacked her lips. "The Imperial Palace isn't an easy place to stay. It's full of dangers and is full of twists and turns."
It seems that King Kang is not pretending to be sick, he is really sick.
"What kind of person does Your Majesty think Prince Kang is?" Jiang Qingyao's eyes flashed.
He Zheng looked at her thoughtfully.
"Being low-key and good at planning is the key to success."
A chess player is a person who plays chess.
This is a pretty high evaluation.
Jiang Qingyao was in a daze. If this was the case, it meant that Marquis Anguo had already noticed the low-key King Kang and could see his true nature through his sickly appearance.
As expected, the prince was weak in his previous life, and King Kang rose to power, probably because he lacked the support of Marquis Anguo and failed to take precautions and curb King Kang's power early on.
"Yaoyao, what else do you want to know about King Kang?" He Zheng asked in a gloomy tone.
Jiang Qingyao's heart was filled with alarm.
Startled.
Marquis Anguo, your eyes look like you want to kill someone. How could she dare to ask any further? She was afraid that she would not be able to get out of bed the next day.
She shook her head and said, "No, I don't have the slightest interest in him now."
"But we still need to be on guard against King Kang."
He Zheng said "hmm".
Jiang Qingyao muttered, "It's late at night. Is the Marquis going back?"
She moved away from He Zheng, turned around, grabbed the quilt and tried to get into bed.
"I'll stay here tonight."
He Zheng's low voice came from behind.
……ah?
Jiang Qingyao was stunned.
She had thought he would be more accustomed to sleeping alone.
In this moment of surprise, He Zheng hugged her from behind, with his warm big hands around her body.
Jiang Qingyao's green inner garment was entangled with the dark purple dress, the candlelight flickered, and a tall shadow cast a shadow over her.
Only now did Jiang Qingyao feel more clearly the difference in their body shapes.
Nestled in his arms, she was just a tiny ball.
Jiang Qingyao held He Zheng's hand, tightened her fingertips slightly, and said softly, "Okay."
Since their marriage, they have slept together every night, and the Marquis of Pian'an even hugs her to sleep.
Jiang Qingyao complained in her heart, was it because she was too unattractive that he had no reaction, or was it because he was too restrained that he could endure this?
One time, out of curiosity, she rubbed her legs against him, and he tore her clothes to shreds. He held her down and kissed her until her legs went limp.
He is well-dressed and abstinent during the day, but a wolf at night!
Don't provoke them at all.
From then on, Jiang Qingyao vowed never to bring trouble upon herself.
He was obviously feeling uncomfortable, but he still wanted to hold her.
Jiang Qingyao felt an inexplicable itch in her heart.
She turned over, facing He Zheng, her head resting on his chest, and put her arms around his waist.
It was the first time she was so enthusiastic.
He Zheng looked at her porcelain-white face, her long eyelashes like crow feathers, and her plump and tempting red lips.
The Adam's apple rolls slightly.
He hugged her tighter and closed his eyes.
…
The next day.
Everyone left the hunting ground one after another.
The autumn hunt ended early, and the participants couldn't help but sigh in regret. Jiang Qingyao actually took the lead and surpassed all of them.
They wouldn't feel so bad if it was anyone else, but it had to be a woman.
It seemed to be saying that they were inferior to women and even more ashamed.
Even though they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to show it in front of Jiang Qingyao. Instead, many people came over to congratulate her and flattered her.
Jiang Qingyao didn't care. She just turned her head and asked He Zheng, "The Autumn Hunt is over. Is my reward gone?"
He Zheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."
Marquis Anguo never speaks falsely. If he says there is something, then it definitely exists.
Jiang Qingyao's mood also improved.
Xi Feng behind him sighed inwardly, Prince An is almost dead, how can His Majesty still be in the mood to reward him?
My lord, please dote on the lady as much as you can.
Suddenly seeing a crimson figure in front of her, Jiang Qingyao stepped forward and said, "Princess Yongle, good morning."
Princess Yongle looked at her, her skin was as white as ice and her waist was as slender as a willow, and her eyes lit up in an instant.
She nodded slightly, and her eyes fell on the warm jade around Jiang Qingyao's waist.
Jiang Qingyao asked, "Princess, do you like this warm jade?"
Princess Yongle didn't expect her to ask so bluntly, so she answered frankly: "Yes, I like rabbits more than flying birds."
After a pause, his mind turned.
"How about exchanging my own with yours?"
Jiang Qingyao shook her head and said softly, "This is not good."
Princess Yongle, who rarely gets rejected, immediately asked, "Why?"
Jiang Qingyao touched the warm jade on her waist and said, "The most important thing is not the object itself, but the thought behind the gift."
"This was given to me by the Marquis of Anguo. It represents his love. The princess's warm jade is also a token of his love from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. How can we exchange it so casually?"
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