Rebirth of the Princess She is weird

"Without my knowledge, you stopped Yun Shen from reporting to me." Yuan Fuge continued.

"But that was our wedding."

Lu Yanxiu was puzzled. He just wanted to be with her quietly and peacefully. He wanted to make up for the lack of affection between them.

But now she only wanted to talk to He Yunyan about the Fourth Prince.

Yuan Fuge said mercilessly: "You are just my consort. The Princess's Mansion has its own operations. You have no right to interfere!"

Her tone was unquestionable, and Lu Yanxiu felt that there was an unbridgeable gap between them.

He slowly bowed and said in a cold voice: "Well, there is no point in talking any more! Princess, it is getting late, I will take my leave first."

"Goodbye, Prince Consort!" Yuan Fuge turned and walked towards the bedroom.

The two parted unhappily after one night.

It was summer, but Yunping felt cold even when walking in the hall with a tray in her hand.

The two of them sat at the table without saying a word, eating their own food, and the air around them felt like it was freezing.

Looking at the atmosphere in the room, He Yunyan put down the copied account book and walked away dejectedly.

Yun Ping stretched out her hand and then retracted it again, tears streaming down her face: Why did she have to endure this torture?

After a long time, there was movement at the dining table.

"I'm going to the morning court!" Lu Yanxiu bowed respectfully.

Yuan Fuge said calmly: "My husband, please go slowly."

After Yunping and the others bowed and respectfully saw Lu Yanxiu off, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Without him, she and the princess got along better.

Yuan Fuge was indifferent for several days, and Lu Yanxiu went out early and came back late, each busy with their own things.

After dinner, Yuan Fuge grabbed the account book and walked out, very angry.

Yun Ping followed closely behind, sighing helplessly. It seemed that the princess was very angry.

In the study, He Yunyan frowned as she looked at the account book, "This is fake!"

Xianyue said: "How could that be? The princess brought this back overnight."

"Look at this ink, it's obviously newly copied." He Yunyan pointed at the account book.

Xianyue picked up the account book and smelled the new ink on the paper. She nodded and said, "It does smell wrong."

"But the princess has already gone to the palace."

He Yunyan crossed her arms and thought, then asked, "What time did you go?"

Xianyue calculated the time and said, "Just left for a while."

He Yunyan stood up and looked outside the door, pushing her: "It can still be saved, you should be able to catch up with him since you are fast."

Crescent Moon nodded, and she quickly rushed out, moving briskly across the rooftops.

As soon as Yuan Fuge's carriage arrived outside the palace gate, Xianyue stepped forward and quickly stopped it.

Yuan Fuge raised his eyes, they exchanged glances, and then she pulled Xianyue aside. The carriage retreated to the side, and she handed Yuan Fuge an account book.

She held up the original account book and let Yuan Fuge smell it, "The princess's account book is fake."

The smell of new ink hit her face. That day, she got the thing and was taken back by Lu Yanxiu without even looking at it.

I didn't expect it to be fake. Shen Que, this traitor...

Yuan Fuge lifted her skirt and turned around to walk back.

Yun Ping followed closely and whispered, "Princess, what happened?"

Yuan Fuge said in a deep voice: "We have been tricked, let's go!"

"Where is the princess in such a hurry to go?"

Before he finished speaking, a smug voice sounded, and an annoying voice came from behind him.

Speak of the devil, here he comes. This old thief Shen Que must have calculated the time for her arrival.

She was already angry, and he provoked her.

Yuan Fuge put down her skirt, turned around gracefully, and said with a smile: "If you are in a hurry, find a crooked tree to hang yourself on!"

Shen Que looked at her and said sarcastically, "Princess, you are being too serious. How can you be so depressed at such a young age?"

Yuan Fuge was not polite and said bluntly: "It's better than Master Shen staying at home, right?"

Shen Que frowned. Why did the princess speak in such a sarcastic tone? Was it because Lu Yanxiu was not treating her well?

"Princess, you are a little..."

"It's hot today, and I want to go back home. As the saying goes, a good dog doesn't block the road. Can't the Prime Minister see that I'm anxious to go home?"

"You...Princess, being so vulgar is against the etiquette of this dynasty."

"Really?" She turned to Yun Ping and asked, "Did I scold him?"

"No."

"See? The Prime Minister is overthinking, right?"

"You..." Shen Que was so angry that he pointed at her and was speechless for a moment.

Soon a smug smile appeared on his greasy old face again, and he turned and walked towards the palace.

After returning home, Yuan Fuge kicked off his shoes and walked on the wooden boards to cool down.

"Princess, don't be angry. He is just venting his anger." Yun Ping fanned her and consoled her.

"Do not be angry."

He Yunyan had just brought some food to cool her down and was looking through the mansion's account books.

"Alas~ I was so confused by Lu Yanxiu these days that I forgot to confirm it." Yuan Fuge touched his forehead, shook his head and sighed.

She was half lying on the chaise longue, stirring an ice drink, her shawl sliding down, her snow-white cheek resting on the lacquered wooden chair leg, she was panting, her eyes lowered, as if she was thinking about something.

She closed her eyes as if she was tired, and the bowl of ice in her hand was about to fall. He Yunyan stepped forward and caught it.

When he looked up, he saw the person in front of him with red lips, white teeth, skin as white as snow, and as crystal clear and smooth as a pearl.

She was just like the painting of a drunken beauty that he had seen in the Taifu Mansion.

He was stunned for a moment, and didn't even react when Lu Yanxiu walked towards him.

"Does it look good?"

"certainly....."

He Yunyan felt a chill on her ears, and she sat up instantly, turning around awkwardly.

"Well, the prince consort is back. I'll leave the princess to you. I'll go check the accounts first."

He ran away in such a panic that he even forgot to take the account book.

Lu Yanxiu squatted down, picked up the account book and found that there was nothing on it. He looked outside and snorted coldly.

He picked up Yuan Fuge and returned to the bedroom.

Although it was daytime, the room was still a little dim. A palace lantern beside the bed emitted a faint halo of light, which dyed Yuan Fuge's snow-white cheeks. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Under her tall but small nose was a small red mouth with a faint pink color. Her moist lilac tongue licked her plump lips. The woman's snow-white clothes were half open, revealing her shoulders slightly.

Lu Yanxiu lay beside her bed, staring at her face motionlessly.

He also felt the changes in the past few days. Every time he wanted to ask her, she avoided him.

So today, he came back specially because he wanted to talk to her.

Yuan Fuge frowned slightly, and Lu Yanxiu rubbed his hands hurriedly, then reached out and gently stroked her brows.

His rough fingers touched her delicate skin and slowly smoothed out her furrowed brows, being very careful not to wake her up.

"What are you angry about?" Lu Yanxiu muttered to himself in a voice as small as a mosquito.

"Yun Shen!" She murmured something, and Yuan Chen lowered his head and listened carefully, but heard her murmur clearly: "Yun Shen, hurry up... I..."

"Clouds are deep..."

.....

She was breathing urgently, sometimes high, sometimes low, continuously, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

Lu Yanxiu jumped back as if he had been electrocuted, with a flash of jealousy in his eyes.

"Cough cough..." Hearing the cough, Lu Yanxiu hurried forward to tuck in the quilt for her, patted her gently, and coaxed her to sleep.

Then he smiled helplessly, gently scratched her nose, and said, "You can even choke on your saliva while sleeping. You are such an idiot."

The afternoon sun shone through the window onto Yuan Fuge's face. The corners of her lips were a little cracked like a withered flower, waiting for warm care.

Lu Yanxiu felt his heartbeat quicken and he couldn't help but lower his head and gradually put his lips closer to hers. Her faint breath was filled with sweet fragrance as he kissed her passionately.

Yuan Fuge felt a little itchy at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly opened his eyes and met his eyes.