The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 66 How does it taste?
Ye Jinchen looked at her with eyes full of fondness, smiled and said, "I have something to ask the Prime Minister."

He seemed to have thought of something, and added: "I have never seen any Miss Li, Miss Li No. 2... Miss Li."

Hearing this, Sheng Yunqing couldn't help but be amused by him. He snorted softly and said, "Who cares who you go to see?"

Although he said this, Ye Jinchen looked at her raised lips, which showed that she was in a good mood, and only then did he feel relieved.

He looked at her beautiful lips with a touch of red that she had never seen before, just like the delicate red plum blossoms among the winter snow. Ye Jinchen whispered, "The lips are very beautiful."

Sheng Yunqing took out the rouge from his sleeve and opened it, saying, "This is the new lip balm I just made. Try it. How does it taste?"

Ye Jinchen's eyes did not move away. He leaned down, sniffed her lips gently, and said, "It smells good."

Sheng Yunqing's face turned red. She had never expected him to come close to her like this. She opened her cherry lips slightly and said, "You..."

Ye Jinchen turned his head slightly and kissed her.

He restrained her wrists, took a step forward, and leaned against the pillar behind her. The pleasant smell of ambergris invaded her and blended into her faint and soft girlish fragrance.

Sheng Yunqing's ears turned slightly red as he savored the food carefully, she stood there with her eyes closed, her mind going blank.

Ye Jinchen tasted it briefly, slowly let her go, and leaned against her forehead, saying in a hoarse voice: "Rose, pomegranate flower, strawberry, honey..."

Sheng Yunqing looked at the rouge on the corner of his lips, clenched the rouge box in her hand, her cheeks were as red as the sunset, and lowered her head and said: "Asshole, who wants someone like you..."

"No matter how fragrant the rouge is, it can't compare to the rich and soft fragrance of a girl." Ye Jinchen smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Her fair skin was slightly red. "No matter how expensive the rouge is, it can't compare to the redness of this face."

After he finished speaking, Ye Jinchen raised his hands to hold her neck and kissed her lips again, tasting the sweetest taste in the world.

When he was emotional, he would always be so impulsive and unable to control himself. She would be angry, and he would beat, scold and bite her afterwards!
Sheng Yunqing closed his eyes, his breath filled with anxiety, and his hands, which had been released by him, were tightly grasping his collar.

"Yunqing? Are you there?"

Li Zhiwan's voice came from a distance, and Sheng Yunqing suddenly came back to her senses. Ye Jinchen had already left her lips.

Sheng Yunqing was breathing lightly, with her pair of clear peach blossom eyes open. She was alert like a frightened deer, looking at him somewhat helplessly, with a unique red on her cherry lips, carrying a crystal luster.

Seeing Ye Jinchen looking at her, she gradually lowered her head and said in a delicate voice, "Zhi Wan called me."

Ye Jinchen raised his hand to push away the scattered hair on her temples and tucked it behind her ears.

The slender fingers seemed to carry burning flames, and the part that passed over her cheek caught fire, starting a raging fire in the originally silent wilderness.

She closed her eyes and pushed Ye Jinchen's chest, bit her lips, then turned and walked towards Li Zhiwan: "Zhiwan, I'm here."

Li Zhiwan held her hand affectionately and said, "I haven't seen you for so long. I thought something happened to you. Did you get lost just now?"

"No, it was just that I saw the beauty of your back garden and was so absorbed in admiring it that I forgot the time..."

While they were chatting and laughing, the two girls had already gone far away.

Ye Jinchen gently wiped the corner of his lips with his fingertips, looked at the fragrant red on his fingers, and bent his head to smell it intoxicatedly. After a moment, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he noticed something strange on his sleeves. He reached out and took out the rouge she had just applied from the secret pocket of his sleeves.

His eyes narrowed, and he stroked the porcelain bottle with his fingertips, saying, "Did you drop it accidentally?"

The First Assistant Mansion.

Ming Yulan had a gloomy face when she got off the carriage. Her pair of delicate and lively almond-shaped eyes were stained red, and she looked very pitiful. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and walked quickly without stopping at all.

Prime Minister Ming saw that her face was not right, and raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What's wrong, Lan'er? Are you not having fun in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Ming Yulan ignored him and walked faster when she saw people, until she entered the room and closed all the doors and windows, leaving only Linglong who had followed her to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After Linglong gave Sheng Yunqing the medicine, she waited beside the carriage. But less than a quarter of an hour later, her young lady ran out of the Prime Minister's Mansion crying, covering her mouth.

She asked several times along the way in the carriage, but Ming Yulan remained silent.

She was really curious and looked at Ming Yulan worriedly, saying, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

Ming Yulan finally put down her sore hand which had been raised for so long and slapped Linglong hard.

Linglong felt a sudden pain and a sense of grievance in her heart. She was about to ask Ming Yulan why she hit her for no reason, but then she saw those dark purple lips. She was suddenly startled and her face turned pale. She said, "Miss, this, this..."

"Bitch! Look what you have done!" Ming Yulan gritted her teeth angrily.

Linglong shook her head innocently, tears streaming down her face in anxiety: "I didn't know! I clearly poured the potion given by the young lady into Miss Shengda's bowl. I saw it with my own eyes, so there can't be any mistake. How could... How could I let the young lady..."

Ming Yulan slapped her a few more times in anger, then sat down in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

She was wearing a beautiful dress and expensive jewelry, and was dressed so calmly and gracefully, looking like a real beauty. But with her black lips, everything became a ridiculous joke!
She threw all the cosmetics on the table onto the ground one by one, crying, "Ah! How can I go out and see people like this!"

Linglong sniffed and sobbed, "Don't worry, Miss. Even though this medicine has made you look like this, it is not poisonous after all. It will disappear in three days."

"You said it so easily!" Ming Yulan cried, "They all laughed at me. Everyone saw me like this. How can I survive in the capital in the future?!"

She clenched her fist and slammed it on the table, almost biting her teeth to pieces: "Sheng Yunqing! I want you to die without a burial place!"

As he was speaking, a four-leaf dart broke through the door and stabbed directly into the pillar behind.

Ming Yulan cried out in shock, turned around and shouted, "Someone, there's a thorn..."

Seeing a piece of paper tied to the sharp dart, Ming Yulan stopped talking again.

She walked forward doubtfully, stretched out her hand tremblingly, tore off the note, unfolded it and looked at it carefully. Her originally frightened expression gradually relaxed. She raised her eyebrows in doubt, looked at the direction where the dart came from, and turned her eyes with complicated thoughts.

Why is there someone trying to help her?

(End of this chapter)