Quick Wear: The Concubine is Seductive and Seduces the Mistress

Chapter 271 Princess' Concubine 12

The weather in the capital in April is very comfortable, especially when it doesn't rain and it's neither hot nor cold. The prince hasn't married yet, so Liu Fuyin, a concubine, feels quite comfortable living in this courtyard.

She goes out to admire the flowers during the day, and when she comes back she flirts with others and enjoys being "served". Since she was assigned by the princess from her courtyard, none of the servants would take the initiative to embarrass her. Her life is quite comfortable.

As for Song Qingrang, I don't know if he was completely shocked and became tough for once or what, but he never came again.

But it's not enough, she hasn't done anything yet.

It was just a few arguments. Although Lu Yingqin was cold in words, he actually did not take back the benefits in private. The young master's courtyard would have a share of the things he got. If you look closely, the quarrel between the two was like children playing house.

That’s not enough…

Liu Fuyin murmured softly, and the flower in her hand broke into pieces and fell into the mud.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the person coming in front of me with a cheerful smile, "My dear cousin, are you here to look for the prince?"

Song Qingrang and Lu Yingqin's residences were separated by just such a garden. What she said was right. Nine out of ten times he came here to look for his cousin.

But Song Qingrang was unwilling to admit that his cousin was so heartless that their friendship was severed at will. Did he really think that he could get over it by sending some gifts?

That's right, Lu Yingqin got a lot of good things in the past few days while preparing for the ceremony of coming of age, and he gave some to Song Qingrang as usual, otherwise he would not have come here at this time.

Song Qingrang really couldn't show a good attitude towards this woman. After all, she had been intimate with his cousin in front of him several times, and his cousin seemed to like her very much.

"Enjoy the flowers."

Liu Fuyin didn't care about his attitude, but took the initiative to mention Lu Yingqin, "Speaking of which, the young master hasn't come for several days. I heard from the prince that you grew up together and have a close relationship. I think you must know each other..."

As she spoke, she stroked her hair somewhat unnaturally. Song Qingrang was a little confused. Then he heard the servant shyly ask his cousin what he liked.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Liu Fuyin's voice became softer, as if to please him, "Master, I just want to give the prince a gift that suits his heart. Please talk to me."

This voice was so sweet that it was sickening. Song Qingrang couldn't help but frown, and his heart was full of doubts. So, does his cousin like to be so pretentious?

He didn't say anything, but the woman in front of him just stared at him. Her voice was more and more charming than the last, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"My cousin has never liked others to pry into his thoughts. We only know that he likes poetry and songs..." He was right. My cousin studied because he really liked it. He basically attended all the poetry gatherings held by his classmates.

He had found a rare copy of the poet's favorite work for his cousin's birthday, but he didn't think the maid could find anything good to give him, otherwise she wouldn't have given any advice to this self-proclaimed "rival in love."

After hearing this, Liu Fuyin looked at him with gratitude, her eyes and eyebrows were as bright as the moon in the sky, and her voice was as sweet as always: "Thank you, young master. You are really as good as the prince said."

"Although I am only a concubine, if you need anything in the future, I will do my best to help you. I will just take this as a thank you! But..."

At the end of the speech, her bright eyes dimmed a little, covered with a layer of sadness.

"Just what?"

Liu Fuyin shook her head. "It's nothing important. I just don't know why the prince has been in a bad mood these days, and his attitude towards you has also been bad. You don't know, cousin, he suddenly got very angry after you left! I was scared to death..."

"Oh, it's getting late. I have to go back quickly. I'll take my leave." Liu Fuyin bowed and turned to leave. The air was still filled with the scent of perfumed powder, a very light fragrance, but it was fragrant when they passed by each other.

Song Qingrang thought about how his cousin liked this, and at the same time, he was entangled in her words. What is this? She was so cold to him, but she was still the same when giving him things in private.

So, does he like himself?

Song Qingrang felt confused and hesitated when he reached the gate of Lin'an Residence, while Liu Fuyin returned to her room happily.

Lu Yingqin was a prince of the Princess's Mansion and had everything he needed. How could he be interested in what she gave him? She had prepared the sachet with great care and attention long ago. She just said some ambiguous words on purpose to promote their relationship quickly!

"What are you here for?" The man was standing in front of the courtyard gate waiting, and his personal servant reported it immediately.

Why did he suddenly come out?

Song Qingrang looked at the person whose mind was still filled with the scene of the two of them arguing, but he was hugging the beauty intimately. He felt uncomfortable in his heart and didn't know what to say. He just shed tears silently.

Seeing him cry, Lu Yingqin's heart, which wanted to treat him coldly, suddenly jumped. He suddenly remembered the scene when he was bullied not long after he came to the mansion but dared not even cry out. "But who is the blind person who bullied you again?"

Hearing his caring words, Song Qingrang finally couldn't bear it anymore. All the grievances he had suffered from being treated like that by him these days came to his mind, and he hugged the man defenselessly.

Although Lu Yingqin quickly pushed the person away, his face was stiff and he looked around subconsciously, afraid of being seen. Then he was actually met with a pair of doubtful gazes.