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Chapter 48 I Want to Be a Princess Today 5

This spring pursed his lips, this afternoon he vaguely heard Zhizhou banquet Wang Ye, but he did not hear it clearly.
Don't...... What kind of place is it?
"Wan Xianlou." Qi Hanchuan did not hide it.
Wanxian Building? This spring, I have naturally heard its signboard, Wanxian Lou is a serious restaurant, but Wang Ye has a bit of wine on his body, and there is also a seemingly nonexistent aroma of fat powder.
If others may overlook, growing up in the Nanfeng Pavilion this spring, I am very familiar with this atmosphere, and I will never admit it.
When he thought that someone had touched Wang Ye, his heart twitched slightly, as if he was held and contracted by a big palm, and his breath was choked.
Qi Hanchuan went to get the cloth, and when he turned around, he saw the young man's red eyes, his emotions were obscure, and the red flowers at the end of his eyes had lost their brilliance, and they were half-closed.
The wet silky black hair is shaped like satin, and it is wrapped in a pure pigmented cloth embroidered with the Qing royal palace in the lower right corner.
Qi Hanchuan slowly helped the young man wipe his hair and asked, "What are you thinking?"
This spring was stunned for a moment, and he was anxious to stop Qi Hanchuan's movements: "How can Wang Ye..."
Qi Hanchuan held his soft and weak hand, put it in the quilt, continued to wipe it slowly, and asked again: "What is Fang Cai thinking?" "A pitiful look of great sadness.
This kind of intimate thing is generally only found between loving couples.
Wang Ye's movements are still so careful and focused, this spring's cheeks are hot, looking at Wang Ye's beautiful and slender hands holding a cloth and gently stroking his hair, the moonlight dissolves, those hands seem to be glowing, he is crazy to see, and can't help but confide in his heart: "Wang Ye's body, there is a smell of fat powder."
Qi Hanchuan moved.
After saying this, he regretted it, how could he ask Wang Ye what position he had, pinched himself in annoyance, and peeked at the man beside him worriedly.
"Hmm." Qi Hanchuan did not deny it, touching the young man's wide-eyed, weeping expression, his fingertips brushed the flowers drawn by the vermilion pen at the end of his eyes, and explained softly: "Yang Zhizhou called someone to serve, I drank a glass of wine, and let them go to Yang Zhizhou's side without touching a finger of them." After
only a few bites of food, he hurried back.
Fortunately, he came back in time and did not call many tortured people to wait.
As I listened to the explanation, my tense heart relaxed, and the thick shame and joy that came with it turned into a mess.
Qi Hanchuan looked at his improved expression and promised, "Tonight's matter will give you a satisfactory explanation tomorrow." Chiyang
Wei would definitely not make a claim, and the only one who had this right in the mansion was Yang Zhizhou who accompanied this courtyard to his butler.
Looking at the young man whose eyes were red and swollen and his wrists were deeply marked by ropes, Qi Hanchuan lowered his eyes to cover the cold light that appeared under his eyes.
This spring opened his mouth, originally wanted to calm things and not cause trouble for Wang Ye, thinking of the humiliation of being played with like a puppet, he closed it again, and said softly in a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you Wang Ye."
Drying the green silk, estimating that the quilt wrapped in this spring could not be covered, Qi Hanchuan changed the dry quilt to this spring, put down the bed tent, and whispered: "I was frightened today, rest early." A white hand stretched out from the
bed tent, took his hand, and quickly withdrew it like an electric shock, and a voice was heard: "Wang Ye, this is your bedroom, I'll go back to Nanyuan."
"You have limited mobility." Just standing up and shaking your legs, how can you walk? Not to mention... Qi Hanchuan didn't want anyone to see this spring at this moment. He pondered for a while, and said deliberately: "I really want to go back to Nanyuan, I can carry you back." This
spring thought of the hot palm that had just clasped his waist, and his body trembled.
He curled his fingers, stumbled, and shook his head in panic: "No, no need."
A smile flashed in Qi Hanchuan's eyes, and he listened to the young man in the bed tent whispering to him where he slept.
Qi Hanchuan said: "Sleep at ease, there are many courtyards in the palace, and people will not have nowhere to go."
This spring knew that Wang Ye was joking, but he was still ashamed and guilty.
He, he not only blasphemed Wang Ye, but also bothered Wang Ye to serve him, and now he even occupied Wang Ye's bed.
When he heard the door opening, he slowly lay down this spring, but he only dared to curl up next to the edge, and did not dare to lean into the middle.
He closed his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind were chaotic, all of them were the owner of this bed, and the pair of slender and powerful palms, the palms were covered with the thin cocoons unique to those who practiced martial arts, and there was a little roughness just right...
This spring's eyelashes flashed, and his breathing trembled uncontrollably, I don't know if it was the aftereffects of the medicine rushing up, or something else, the place that was touched by Qi Hanchuan was amazingly hot, and he couldn't help but tighten the quilt on his body.
Wang Ye is the bright moon in the sky, how can he...
This spring always reminded himself that Wang Ye was a person he could not think of, but a bodyBut it became more and more uncomfortable.
Just one, just for a moment.
This spring sneakily lifted the bed tent and looked at it, confirmed that there was no one, secretly hugged the quilt and sucked in greedily,
this is a new quilt.
He was a little disappointed.
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Qi Hanchuan went out from the main courtyard, ordered Thirteen to bring the housekeeper, Eleven went to call Yang Zhizhou, went to the main hall where the guests were treated, sat down, took the tea lightly, and moistened his somewhat dry throat.
Before the cup of tea was finished, the butler was roughly dragged by Thirteen by the collar and thrown on the ground.
"Wang Ye, this spring prince's matter was indeed done by the housekeeper." Thirteen reported.
"Hmm." Qi Hanchuan glanced at the butler who was kneeling on the ground trembling and did not dare to squeak, Thirteen kicked him, the butler shook, got up and knelt forward, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Wang Ye forgives sins, this matter was ordered by Lord Zhizhou, and the slave just did what he was told."
Qi Hanchuan Chagai skimmed the tea leaves and said lightly: "You are doing errands in King Ben's mansion, but you listen to Yang Zhizhou's orders, is your master King Ben or Zhizhou?" The
steward had a flattering expression and pleaded: "The slave knows that he is wrong, the slave's master is Wang Ye, and the slave will never have a next time, and Wang Ye forgives sins."
"Drag it on." Qi Hanchuan glanced at him, did not see the slightest repentance from the butler's eyes, put down the tea cup heavily, and said coldly: "The housekeeper is killed, and the rest of the people involved in this matter, twenty boards, will all be expelled from the house." The
housekeeper looked up in disbelief, looking at Wang Ye's temperament these days, he dared to do that with confidence, how could he know that he would be punished so heavily?
"Wang Ye spare your life!" The butler's calm expression flowed in an instant, and he was gagged by the guards behind him and dragged down.
When Yang Zhizhou hurriedly arrived, he happened to see this scene, cold sweat flowed in an instant, and he knelt down with a pop: "Wang Ye." "

Qi Hanchuan didn't let him get up, stood up and strolled in front of Yang Zhizhou, condescendingly looking down at Yang Zhizhou who was shaking, and after a long time, when his mentality was on the verge of a critical point, the momentum of the superior suddenly burst out: "Who gave you the guts to meddle in the affairs of this royal mansion!"
Yang Zhizhou was already frightened by the muffled screams outside, and he almost broke his guts in panic when he heard this.
He knelt on the ground, he could only see a pair of black and gold soap boots in his sight, grabbed the soap boots like a life-saving straw, and cried: "Wang Ye, Wei Chen is guilty, Wei Chen is good intentions to do bad things, I only mentioned to the housekeeper that Wang Ye thought that he liked the prince, I don't know what the son's temperament is, can he serve the good Wang Ye, but I didn't expect the butler to listen to the mistake, it was he who made his own decisions, not his subordinates."
"Zhizhou is worthy of being an old man in the officialdom." Qi Hanchuan threw away his hand, as if smiling, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "King Ben hasn't said yet, you should first know what the butler did."
Yang Zhizhou froze, the regent was a good beauty, but he also acted resolutely, and the rumors of iron and bloody wrists dangled, and he knelt on the ground in a dejected manner: "Wang Ye, forgive sins."
Qi Hanchuan turned around, the corner of his robe cut a sharp arc from the air, and after sitting back in place, he said lightly: "It is not easy for Yang Zhizhou to climb into this position, and this king is not embarrassed by you, since you want to forgive sins, you must show sincerity and make amends to the suffering lord."
"Wang Ye said?" Yang Zhizhou hesitantly asked, "I'll go and make amends to that prince?"
Qi Hanchuan vetoed it, and this spring he admitted that his status was humble, and he was afraid that he would be scared to let Zhizhou make amends for him.
He commanded a few words.
Yang Zhizhou was stunned after hearing this, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Qi Hanchuan, snorted at the indifferent gaze, and quickly nodded and said: "Weichen knows, Wang Ye Xie." "
......
After killing the chickens and guarding the monkeys, Qi Hanchuan retreated and quietly entered the bedroom.
Gently opening the bed tent, I saw the young man curled up and sleeping on the edge, and Yu Xin's hand grasping the clothes at the heart, his brows furrowed tightly, revealing a bit of pain and sadness, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, as if he was stunned.
Qi Hanchuan's lips straightened, took off the black veil that covered half of his face, wiped away the tears, gently removed the hand holding his heart this spring, and covered him with a quilt.
Worried about what happened tospring night, Qi Hanchuan did not leave, swept around the room, originally wanted to go to the noble concubine's bed by the window to rest, just sat down, suddenly heard a dazed voice behind him: "Yes, Wang Ye?"
Qi Hanchuan's cold eyebrows faded all coldness, his expression softened slightly, and he answered softly: "Hmm."
"Wang Ye..." This spring looked at the blurred figure on the noble concubine's bed through the bed tent, the throbbing pain in his heart had not completely dissipated, and his mind was still in a trance.
He seemed to have a dream, dreaming that everything around Wang Ye was his fantasy, in the dream he was still driven by slavery in the Nanfeng Pavilion, Wang Ye and Lord Zhizhou came, hugging left and right, dashing and wanton, completely different from Wang Ye when he was awake, looking at the humble and lowly his eyes like ants, disdainful.
It was as if it wasn't a dream, it was a dream now.
He suddenly wanted to touch Wang Ye.
Qi Hanchuan watched the people in the tent sit up, also stood up, and was about to ask if there was something wrong, when he saw this spring stumbling out of bed, lifted the curtain, and rushed towards him.
Qi Hanchuan caught the person who fell softly, hugged the young man's waist, sat back in the chaise with the momentum, looked down at the person who threw himself into his arms and was motionless, and asked, "What's wrong?" There
was no answer, but the young man who straddled his lap buried in his shoulder socket, his whole body clinging to him, rubbing him attachmentfully.
Qi Hanchuan waited for a moment, and the person in his arms was breathing hotter and hotter, arching back and forth in his arms, rubbing back and forth, and making a little humming sound similar to satisfaction.
Could it be that the medicinal effect has not yet passed?
Qi Hanchuan hesitated for a moment, shackled this spring's hand, slightly pushed away this spring, saw the eyes of the person with confused eyes slowly converged, saw the posture of the two people stunned for a moment, his face was white and red, he was frightened to the extreme, and almost jumped up: "Wang Ye!
Qi Hanchuan raised his hands and signaled his innocence.
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