Chapter 108: Don’t believe any farts when you have diarrhea~
The air seemed to be frozen by the biting ice and snow, and fell into a deathly silence.
Qiao Yihuan's eyes widened, and his pupils were full of disbelief and embarrassment.
At this moment, it was neither right to stand up nor to sit down. Cold sweat oozed from her forehead and slid down her pretty cheeks, and her body seemed to be frozen.
The heavy feeling of her underwear made her wish she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
She wanted to imagine that these people didn't hear or smell the lingering pungent smell. She also pretended that nothing had happened and followed the Crown Prince to Changping Palace.
But, this is impossible.
He Zhiyu's hands froze in mid-air. He had always had excellent six senses. The smell hit him in the face, and it was a difficult task for him to pretend that he didn't smell it.
But He Zhiyu was lucky. He Baozhu, who was squatting next to the bench only half an arm's length away from Qiao Yihuan's butt, was the first to smell the smell.
The moment the strange noise was heard, her bangs were even blown up.
He Baozhu did not stand up immediately to avoid this "troublesome place", but continued to squat there with a confused vision.
She was confused by the smoke.
This taste...
It’s so addictive! It’s so addictive!
Her head was buzzing!
He Baozhu felt that at this moment, she was no better than when she played Truth or Dare with her friends and chose to eat a whole piece of blue cheese.
He Baozhu forced herself to regain her sanity and stood up. The smell weakened a little.
She glanced at Qiao Yihuan, who was stiff with his head down, and wanted to say something.
No, sisters, when you have a stomachache, don't believe any bullshit!
It might not be a simple fart.
Jiang Qiyun glanced at He Baozhu and saw that her bangs, which were smooth not long ago, were now parted in the middle. He couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was also worried about Sister Yihuan's current mood.
The contradictory two-pole feelings made his brain almost explode.
The fact that he didn't laugh or cry at all shows that he has good self-control.
He Zhiyu looked at her pale and helpless face, and said in a gentle tone, "Yihuan, I will take you to Changping Palace first."
He Baozhu glanced at him and sighed inwardly, "Not my buddy, you are a real gentleman and you are emotionally stable!" As expected, the status of a prince is not for ordinary people.
If she were the prince, to be honest, she could really just turn around and leave.
Qiao Yihuan's eyes turned slightly red, and a warmth flowed from his heart into his limbs and slowly flowed through his body.
She was in such a dire situation, and only His Highness was willing to stay with her.
The so-called friendship can only be revealed in times of adversity.
She was about to speak, the next second.
“Puff~~”
Most of the people in the Tai'an Palace in the distance had already left, and only the palace servants were still cleaning up the subsequent "battlefield".
But Qiao Wanyan didn't leave either.
She hid behind a wide pillar and poked her little head out to look over there. She felt that blinking her beautiful peach blossom eyes would be a waste of time, and her burning gaze was used to guess what had happened based on the expressions of those people.
But no matter what, the bowl of Tremella soup made by Xiaoying must have had medicinal effects.
She was supposed to drink it herself, but now it was drunk by Xiaoying's master. She was really looking forward to seeing Xiaoying's expression at this moment, and she also wanted to go over to see what Qiao Yihuan was saying.
Curious, very curious!
He Yanli appeared behind her and watched her hiding her whole body behind the wide pillar and looking towards the prince in the distance. A hint of frost appeared in his deep eyes.
Even he himself didn't realize that there was a hint of jealousy in it.
Qiao Wanyan was watching so intently that she didn't even notice that someone was standing behind her.
After a moment, He Yanli leaned forward slightly, his lips fell on her ear, and whispered: "You are sneaking around and looking so unpresentable. Do you want me to take you over to see how the prince cares about Qiao Yihuan?"
Qiao Wanyan was peeking furtively, and suddenly she was startled by a cold and sarcastic voice in her ear. She subconsciously turned around and wanted to retreat.
His head was one inch away from the wide pillar, and He Yanli stretched out his hand to block it.
Qiao Wanyan's head did not hit the wide pillar with a bang, but was steadily cushioned by his big hand.
"He Yanli!" She called his name angrily before he could react.
He Yanli raised his eyebrow slightly, a gloomy look appeared on his evil and perverse expression, "Are you calling me by my name?"
Qiao Wanyan pursed her lips, and seeing his cold and sinister expression, she became intimidated and said with a pursed mouth, "I just thought that the prince's name was too nice, so I couldn't help but call it out."
She said anxiously, "Your Highness, it is already very late. Your Highness is in great health and needs to rest well. I, your servant, respectfully send you off."
He Yanli's face darkened even more: "Since you are worried about me, just lead the way and escort me out of the palace."
After saying this, he walked down the stairs and left. After walking three or four steps, he didn't hear any footsteps behind him. He turned around and said coldly, "What are you doing standing there? Follow me."
He Yanli glanced at the movement in the distance. What was there to see? He had two eyes but didn't know where to look!
Qiao Wanyan waved her fist behind him and followed with reluctance on her face.
You big bitch, you're delaying her from watching the show!
On the other side, Qiao Yihuan felt the heavy weight in her panties became heavier. She could no longer hold on, so she closed her eyes and fainted.
He Zhiyu immediately reached out to catch her and held her sideways. His big hands held her knees, but for some reason he felt a warm, wet touch and froze in place.
He avoided Yihuan's sensitive spots, and there was no need to touch those sensitive spots when he picked her up.
But why did he still feel the touch that he didn't want to touch at all?
Qiao Yihuan wanted to die. She felt that thing sliding down her skin.
She clearly didn't eat anything strange today, and in order to maintain her beauty, she didn't eat anything except the bowl of Tremella soup sent by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Why couldn't she control her diarrhea? She wished she could stay in the toilet all night.
She closed her eyes tightly and didn't want to open them to see the truth, let alone see the expression on the Crown Prince's face.
His Highness is a gentle person and would not abandon me even if I am in such a miserable state.
But she was still afraid, afraid of seeing even a hint of disgust on His Highness's face.
Just as she was looking forward to arriving at Changping Palace and quickly washing off all the filth on her body, she clearly felt herself being placed on a bench.
The wet, hot and soft touch covered her buttocks and thighs. She felt nauseous and almost vomited after pretending to faint.
"Jingyuan, go find some palace servants to escort Yihuan to Changping Palace."
Qiao Yihuan's breathing was slightly choked, and his heart seemed to be pierced repeatedly by invisible sharp arrows.
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