The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 223: Familiar

Chapter 223 Familiar with Familiar

Zi An lay down with her hands on the back of her head, her dark eyes looking at him, "Murong Jie, I suddenly thought of something."

"What's the matter?" Murong Jie looked at her. She was very calm and beautiful, and she didn't notice her name.

“Why does Prince Li keep a dog?”

Murong Jie pulled her up and rubbed her face, "Don't change the subject, say, why did you laugh just now."

Zi An pushed his hand away, "Don't mess up my hairstyle, I combed my hair in a bun today, does it look good?"

"Don't change the subject!" Murong Jie was furious.

"I didn't change the subject," Zi An reached out and tucked her hair, and muttered, "I just think I've put a lot of effort into dressing up, and you didn't even look at it, so I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Speak or not, do you want to?" Murong Jie rudely grabbed her, grabbed her neckline with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other, hating.

Zi An blinked, looked at him fixedly, and then called out emotionally, "Your Highness!"

The atmosphere was a little weird, Murong Jie looked at her eyes, moved her red lips, and had a momentary impulse in his mind, "What?"

"Can you move your other hand away a little!" Zian licked his lips and said.

Murong Jie bowed his head, only to realize that his wrist had touched the softness of her chest, he pushed her away, and said with disgust, "I don't even feel it when I grab it like this, it's like a man, Xia Zian, are you? How out of shape?"

Zi'an muttered: "I'm still growing."

Murong Jie gave her a sideways glance, "shameless."

"Murong Jie!"

"My name is Wang Ye!"

"Your Highness Murong Jie!"

"Your name is Wang Ye, you are not allowed to call this king by his first name!"

Zi'an propped her chin up and looked straight at him, "It's quiet at night, I have a proposal!"

"What proposal?" Murong Jie looked at her alertly.

Zi An approached him, "Why don't we go out for a drink!"

"Drink?" Murong Jie's face relaxed, "Can you drink?"

Zi An looked at him and nodded heavily, "I'm good at drinking."

It's good to let him forget the sadness just now. I hope he has always been in such a relaxed state. Then, how about she spend the night with him drunk?

"Where to drink?" Murong Jie asked.

"Just go to the creek on the outskirts of Beijing." That's where they can get drunk unscrupulously.

Murong Jie grabbed her and said, "Get up and change!"

Zi An hurriedly ran over, changed clothes behind the screen, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, carried the lantern in his hand, picked up the flint, and sneaked out with him.

He came on horseback. There were no extra horses. The two of them rode together. After buying wine at the tavern in the city, they quickly left the city.

When leaving the city, Murong Jie asked her to turn her face and hide in his arms, and showed the token to the soldiers guarding the city. When the soldiers saw that the token belonged to the regent, they hurriedly opened the city gate to let him go.

When they came to the stream, Zian lit the lantern and put it aside, then sat on a big rock with a pot of wine.

Zi An looks very happy. Although tonight is definitely not a happy day, she is really relaxed because this is her first official entertainment since she came to ancient times.

Murong Jie seemed to have forgotten the pain caused by Aunt Sizhu's death, touched the jug with her, raised his head and took a sip.

Zi An also took a sip. The spicy wine rolled down his throat, and it felt like a fire. After the burn, his face began to heat up, and his tense nerves relaxed.

Zian leaned on his shoulder and looked up at the sky. After the rainstorm, the stars were hidden, and the moonlight was unknown. She took a deep breath and felt extra comfortable, as if the air was sweet.

"I haven't been so relaxed for a long time, toast to this night's breeze and moonlight!" Zian raised the jug and laughed cooingly.

"Are you stupid?" Murong Jie tapped her on the head, "I'm just coming out for a drink. Are you so happy?"

"Happy!" Zian turned to look back at him, eyes shining brightly.

Stealing for half a day, this feeling is really **** cool.

Murong Jie was already a little drunk, and he went to Zian after drinking several catties in the mansion.

Looking at people through drunken eyes is always very beautiful. He also especially liked to see the radiant smile on Zian's face, he put his arm around her shoulders and dragged him into his arms, "Xia Zian, you are not good-looking, but you look very good when you smile."

Well, it's his usual style to stomp hard first, and then give some sweetness.

However, she is really not convinced that she is not good-looking.

She looked straight to his face, "Why am I not good-looking?"

Obviously very good-looking, sometimes when I look in the mirror, I feel that this face is really a gift from God.

His fingers slid across her face, "Heaven isn't full enough, eyebrows aren't dark enough, eyes a little big but dull, not majestic enough, nose small enough not big enough, mouth not big enough to eat squarely, chest flat and almost flat. No..."

"Shut up!" Zian gritted his teeth and said, "When you say that, I'm not good at all." Moreover, what he said about the abundance of the heavens has a meaning to describe a man.

"But don't feel inferior, as long as this king likes it." Murong Jie said solemnly.

"I thank you!" Zi An glared at him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little, does he like it? Is this what she thinks she likes?

Murong Jie looked at the corners of her flying mouth, his heart moved, and his movements were one step faster than his brain, and he printed it.

The moment his four lips met, his mind became clear and he wanted to move away, but the soft warmth on her lips attracted him, and he was a little reluctant.

Zian's head went blank for a while, and then realized that he was somewhat resisting, she immediately stretched out her hands to hook his neck, wanting to hide? too late!

Zi An obviously felt that the opponent obviously had no skills, just instinct. However, she is even less skilled, everything follows his rhythm, of course, she is pretending.

She doesn't look bad in modern times, and she's not a nerd, how could she not have a relationship that should be talked about in her green years?

The low match in college is hugging and kissing. The standard is to open a room and do something shy. The high match has heard that there are several opponents, but... Forget it, she only stays in the low match when it comes to college love. On, there is no right to talk about high match.

For a long time, the two talents were separated, and both of them were breathing a little short.

The forehead is still pressed, this kind of intimacy is very good and very comfortable.

"You made this king's hair hurt just now." Murong Jie complained.

"I didn't pull your hair."

"Yes, look at your hand."

Zi An looked at the palm of her hand, and sure enough, there were a few strands of hair. It seemed that she had used too much force just now that she was afraid of him escaping.

"This, I must be a little nervous for the first time." Zi An said embarrassingly.

"Will it be better for a few times?" Murong Jie looked at her and asked, his eyes darkened.

Zian raised her head to look at him and licked her lips, "This, practice makes perfect, it may be better."

"Then...get familiar with it again?"

Zi An pulled his head over, "What nonsense?" It was printed directly.

Murong Jie felt that her neck was being pushed in by her nails, tingling and tingling, such a rude woman!