Rebirth of the Princess She is weird

Several groups of people came up, and Yuan Fuge looked at their faces carefully, but the person with the mole on his face they were looking for was not there.

"Oh, you are here, Prince Consort. Xiaohong has been missing you so much these days."

I saw a woman in red, wearing a high-necked foreign costume, twisting her waist and squeezing in between Yuan Fuge and Lu Yanxiu, revealing her jade-like arms, fiddling with the buttons on Lu Yanxiu's chest.

There was a noisy sound in my ears, with an uncomfortable sticky feeling.

Yuan Fuge moved his body to the side, and his already slightly frowned brows became even tighter.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Yi leaned over to Lu Yanxiu's ear and said, "Young Master, your benefactor is here."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Lu Yanxiu's face turned pale and blue, and he almost immediately pushed away the octopus that was entangled with him.

"Ah? Don't talk nonsense, we were just drinking and eating before."

Xiaohong climbed onto Lu Yanxiu's shoulders again and said in a tender voice, "Yes, Xiaohong knows that the princess always comes first. Xiaohong just wants to meet the prince consort."

Yuan Fuge looked at the two of them and felt a surge of anger in his heart.

In a bad tone, he said, "Really? It seems that Miss Xiaohong really cares about her husband."

The little red cherry opened her mouth slightly and glanced at the princess deftly, "Of course, otherwise who would come to see you."

Lu Yanxiu immediately shouted: "Xiaohong!"

Xiaohong immediately jumped off his back and stood aside obediently.

"If you don't want to touch it, then don't touch it. Why are you so proud?"

"Xiao Hong, I'm the prince consort!"

Lu Yanxiu looked surprised and pulled her hand down in frustration.

Yuan Yi went forward to rescue Xiao Hong, and Xiao Hong's face immediately fell.

"Oh," Xiaohong pushed his hand away and said coquettishly, "It's the prince consort. Now you and the princess are back to normal. It's Xiaohong who can't afford you anymore."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Lu Yanxiu kept looking at Yuan Fuge's face and sweated profusely.

"Listen to me, I..."

Yuan Fuge asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you want more?"

"No, I don't dare.... Madam, you have to believe me."

"I didn't say I didn't believe it, why did you react so strongly?"

Lu Yanxiu's heart tightened, and he pulled up his sleeve to wipe away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Yuan Fuge took a sip of tea and glanced at Xiaohong's hands. She was obviously a commoner born in this rough working yard, but her fingers had never been touched by water.

No matter how delicate the hands of an ordinary prostitute are, there will be fine lines on them, which cannot be covered up by makeup, and she doesn't have any scars on her body.

She doesn't look like a courtesan at all, but rather like a young lady of noble birth.

Yuan Fuge raised her paw and looked at it carefully. "It seems that this is the prince consort who is being served by these two hands?"

Xiao Hong raised her eyes, lifted her hand, and said with a sweet smile: "Princess, your hand doesn't look like it has been touched by anyone."

She was mocking Yuan Fuge for not being able to keep people. Her eyes were fixed on Lu Yanxiu, and her hostility towards her was extremely strong.

Her sleeves brushed past, the fragrance of her clothes intoxicating him, and Yuan Fuge frowned.

Is this the aroma of wine from Tianxiangyuan?

Lu Yanxiu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. If there weren't so many people around, he really wanted to cover Xiaohong's mouth.

"Xiaohong, has your Tianxiangyuan imported any wine recently?"

Lu Yanxiu avoided her hand without leaving a trace. Xiaohong snorted and climbed up again, "Of course..."

She sat on the carved stool and clapped her hands. Immediately a servant came in with a wine jug.

"Princess, please try it first!"

Yuan Fuge is the biggest benefactor of their Tianxiangyuan, and everyone has to respect him.

Xiaohong twisted her waist and nodded softly.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you, but Yuan Fuge did.

When she mishandled the wine glass, it splashed on Xiaohong's fair face.

"what!"

Xiaohong was splashed with water and startedled. She stepped back quickly and almost knocked down the screen. Fortunately, a servant supported her, otherwise she would have fallen head over heels.

Her collar was untied, and she struggled to get up from the servant's arms, pointed at Yuan Fuge's nose and shouted, "You...Princess, you hurt someone for no reason. How will people think if this gets out?"

If these seemingly normal actions were performed by an ordinary girl, she would have fallen down the first time Yuan Fuge pushed her, but she performed them several times. This was a bit too normal.

The servant boy was obviously uncomfortable being caught by her.

"What do you think?" Yuan Fuge's expression changed, and he said sharply, "You seduced the prince consort in front of me, shouldn't I beat you?"

"Besides, I am the master of Tianxiangyuan. When the master asks a servant a question, and you stand instead of kneeling, shouldn't I beat you?!"

Yuan Fuge's words were so confident that Xiaohong was stunned.

Lu Yanxiu stayed where he was, but he felt a little secretly happy in his heart.

The princess is feeling jealous, which is a good thing, but Yuan Fuge is not sure now.

He carefully stood behind his wife and whispered, "That person has nothing to do with me. You have to believe me."

Yuan Yi agreed, "It's true. I can testify to this."

Yuan Fuge glared at him, then turned and asked, "Miss Hong is very eloquent, but I didn't expect her legs and feet are also very nimble."

"What are you talking about?" Xiaohong took a few steps back, with shock and anger in her eyes.

"Yuan Yi turned up the servant's sleeves."

Yuan Yi didn't understand why, so he had to do as he was told. The servant looked a little uncomfortable.

Yuan Fuge felt something was even more strange.

Swish!

The sleeve was lifted up, revealing a bright red palm print on the boy's arm.

"Hey, Mr. Hong, you're so ruthless." Yuan Fuge stepped forward, lifted his collar and slid it slightly upwards.

White powder fell down, and a Adam's apple with obvious male features appeared in front of everyone.

Yuan Yi's eyes widened and he pointed at him in disbelief.

A living person, but not a living man? !

Lu Yanxiu felt an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He had been talking about Feng Yinyue with a man before?

'Xiao Hong' had a pitiful look in her eyes, and she cried softly, "Prince Consort, I am not Xiao Hong."

vomit! ! !

Lu Yanxiu couldn't bear such a big blow, and he ran to the flower pot behind and vomited like a gust of wind.

Yuan Fuge said calmly: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning!"

"Is this just the beginning?!" Yuan Yi patted Lu Yanxiu on the back and looked at Xiaohong in disbelief.

Yuan Fuge pointed at his hand and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Hong used the bone-shrinking ointment from the Western Regions, right?"

"Otherwise, why are there no fine lines on your hands? It must have been very painful, right?"

It's indeed a little abnormally smooth.

Mr. Hong withdrew his hand and leaned against the screen.

Yuan Fuge walked to his dressing table, fumbled for a long time, and found a mole decoration behind the mirror.

"Is this how you signed up for your cousin named Li?"

"Maybe your brother has reunited with his mother in the coffin?"

"Princess, you have no evidence to support your statement." Mr. Hong retorted.

"I have my reasons for saying this."

Suddenly they found that Yunping had not appeared for a long time.

Yuan Yi sighed: She is worthy of being the eldest princess.

Lu Yanxiu was still feeling sick about having been hugged by a man.