Banqin watched Cheng Jiaoniang get up and go to the inner room, and couldn't help but look at Prince Jin'an who was still half-kneeling.

It seemed that Cheng Jiaoniang was a little surprised when she suddenly stood up and walked away. She still kept her hand outstretched, looking a little...awkward.

Banqin couldn't help but hold her hand, bit her lower lip, and hesitated for a moment.

"Your Highness, my wife, she has no other meaning when she speaks..." She took a step forward and whispered.

Before he finished speaking, Prince Jin'an had already gone inward.

"...If I don't need Dr. Li to see me, how about a bowl of medicinal tea soup?" he asked, not hearing Banqin's words at all.

Banqin stopped talking, looked at the two people who entered the inner room, relaxed slightly, and frowned again.

Su Xin was coming in when the maid who heard the noise outside the door called her.

"What's wrong?" she asked nervously.

Banqin didn't know what to say. When she said something was wrong, she actually didn't know what it was. She said it was okay. It didn't look like it was okay.

"Sister, Your Highness asked me to make medicinal tea soup." She pulled Su Xin's sleeve and whispered.

Your Highness asked me to do it? Not a lady?

Su Xin's eyebrows were a little surprised. When Ban Qin had something to say, she hurriedly followed her out.

"…that's all?"

After listening to Banqin's story, Su Xin was even more surprised.

Banqin nodded.

"Is this a quarrel?" she asked with a bit of worry.

Is this a quarrel?

"That's not true." Su Xin said, "Didn't I tell you that I just don't like His Highness to call her A Fang? I've said it before."

He nodded and reached out to pat Banqin.

"Don't think too much. Don't you know what kind of person my wife is? Whatever she says is what she says."

Banqin breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but look back at the room.

I hope that His Highness the County Prince will not think too much...

The room was as quiet as ever, but the atmosphere was still a little different.

Prince Jin'an looked at Cheng Jiaoniang sitting down on the couch.

"I..." she opened her mouth and said.

Before he could say anything, Prince Jin'an had already gone over and put out his hand to put the pillows in place.

"Just lie down for a while," he said, with a bit of worry.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and lay down.

"I want to myself..." she said again.

Prince Jin'an still spoke first.

"Cheng Fang, I don't know how to call you." He sat down next to the couch and said a little apologetically, "I want to get married. It's always a bit rude to call you by your name."

Then there is the nickname.

Prince Jin'an reached for the fan beside him and looked away.

"I don't want them to call you those things." He muttered quickly, got the fan and sat upright to look at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Then I will remember it and I won't do it again in the future."

Fan her while talking.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him for a moment.

"It's just a title." She said.

The title is not important, what is important is the person you are addressing. The person in front of you is not Yang Shan. She cannot do such unreasonable things.

"I won't be like this anymore. Just call me whatever you like." Cheng Jiaoniang smiled at him and said.

A trace of surprise flashed in Prince Jin'an's eyes, but it was more of a surprise.

I won't do this again.

Is this an apology?

She actually apologizes?

It seems that I can't always follow her. If I leave her alone and leave like this, I guess this matter will be revealed like this. She will never mention it again, and she will never say anything like this.

words.

The smile on Prince Jin'an's face spread, and the fan in his hand shook more gently.

"It's not right for you to think that way." He said, and at this point he pushed his hand towards her, somewhat casually, "Move in and let me sit on it."

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.

"...You are really..." She murmured softly, stood up and moved inside.

No one dares to pester her like this, Prince Jin'an said with a bit of pride, because they don't know how good-tempered she is.

He pretended not to hear, sat cross-legged on the couch, and continued to shake the fan in his hand.

"How can you say that I can do whatever I like?" he said, "Am I the kind of person who doesn't care about others if I like it?"

Having said this, he was stunned again.

"It seems so." He nodded again.

Otherwise, he would not have thrown the beaten to death at someone else's door, and even deliberately frightened the Queen Mother.

This is what he likes, and he doesn't care whether others like it or not.

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't care about you if I like you?" He said in another sentence.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him in slight astonishment and burst into laughter.

The originally dull expression suddenly bloomed, and a pair of big, black eyes shone brightly.

She was rarely made fun of, and probably no one would make her laugh.

Prince Jin'an couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

"Cheng Fang, don't be unhappy. If you are unhappy, I will be a little scared," he said.

Cheng Jiaoniang's body froze slightly, and the smile on her face froze, but soon returned to normal, and it seemed that there was no man's hand touching her cheek.

"I'm not unhappy," she said, "I'm just..."

At this point she paused.

She had never been able to speak but hesitated.

Prince Jin'an threw down his fan and reached out with his other hand to hold her face.

"Just what?" he asked.

Although this action was a bit strange, he asked very seriously...

"It's just that I've never been happy." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Never been happy.

Although she often lamented that she was worse off than herself, she never said anything. At this time, such a simple sentence, which was not even a complaint or sigh, came into her ears. King Jin'an felt a palpitation in his heart, and at the same time, he felt

A bit of joy, just like when the sixth brother reached out to him for the first time when he was a child, grabbing him and calling him brother with a sweet voice.

That's the feeling of being trusted.

Prince Jin'an's heart felt a little bulging. Looking at the fair face, slender eyebrows, bright eyes, and small mouth in front of him, he couldn't help but leaned over and hugged her, just like he had hugged her before.

Like the little sixth brother, he wanted to kiss her.

The warm lips touched the cheek, and the soft and slightly hard skin touched, causing the two people who were originally unconscious to shudder at the same time, and their bodies froze instantly.

This, this, this is different from the feeling of kissing Brother Sixth...

Prince Jin'an felt as if a pot of oil had been poured on his body and a fire was lit. His blood was boiling and running wildly in his body. He could not sit still, so he was suppressed.

He remembered that he had held her in his arms. Although he tried his best to suppress that feeling, he would still think of it occasionally late at night, leaving him unable to sleep for a moment.

The feeling at this moment is different from the feeling of standing and hugging me before. The body being pressed under me is like a soft brocade quilt.

Prince Jin'an made a rumble in his throat and murmured indistinctly. He stretched out his hand to grasp the waist of the person under him, and the lips on his cheek slid towards Cheng Jiaoniang's lips without hesitation and accuracy.

.

Banqin and Suxin, who were squatting under the window, fell backwards as if they had been punched in the face. They were a little embarrassed but did not dare to make a sound and ran away with their hands and feet.

At the same time, there was a thud behind him.

But Banqin and Suxin had no time to pay attention. They stood under a tree nearby and looked at each other, looking at each other's red faces.

"I just told you not to worry." Su Xin stammered, "As a couple, they bicker at the end of the bed and make peace at the end of the bed."
To be continued...