Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 6 The Tsundere Little Prince

Hua Zhirong finally realized that he was yelling wrongly. After training the groom, he immediately showed a frivolous smile and held Wen Jingshu's chin again: "I didn't expect you to be so impatient, Jing Shu! How about fulfilling you?"

Wen Jingshu didn't know why this person always liked to hold his chin, but it was best for him not to speak at this time, so he had no choice but to keep his head down.

Hua Zhirong slowly raised his chin, Wen Jingshu had no choice but to stand up slowly, but he couldn't really stand up, because he was taller than the little prince, and the little prince was still sitting, So he can only half squat.

"Sit up by yourself." Hua Zhirong patted her thigh.

Wen Jingshu originally thought that at least he didn't need to sit on his lap, but he didn't expect to be so unlucky that he would continue to sit on his lap, but he was not only the prince but also the target of his strategy, he couldn't really quarrel with him, so he had to slowly He got up and sat up carefully, his body tensed again, his expression indifferent.

"Tsk, why are you nervous, you've been so active just now, and now you're still shy?" Hua Zhirong sneered.

Wen Jingshu bowed his head and remained silent.

Seeing that he really didn't speak, Hua Zhirong stopped teasing him, put her arms around his waist again, touched his chest and pinched his butt from time to time, it really felt good.Wen Jingshu doesn't want to swear now, he wants to kill someone.

After finally arriving at the palace, Wen Jingshu was so stretched that he was trembling slightly.

"Are you so afraid of me?" Of course Hua Zhirong also knew that what she did was really bad, but Wen Jingshu's appearance still made him hurt and angry too much.

Wen Jingshu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

"Just don't be afraid, let's get out of the car." Wen Jingshu's feet were numb, and he almost lost his balance when he stood up like this, and staggered slightly.

When it was time to get out of the car, Hua Zhirong got out of the car first, and stretched out a hand. Wen Jingshu's feet were so numb that he couldn't feel both feet, so he handed his hand to Hua Zhirong carefully, and got out of the car. Still almost fell down, or Hua Zhirong quickly caught him: "Why can't you do this little thing well? Or do you want to throw yourself into your arms?"

Wen Jingshu didn't reply, but luckily he didn't continue on this topic after speaking, and led Wen Jingshu to the palace.

After all, the Prime Minister’s Mansion is the Prime Minister’s Mansion, no matter how powerful it is, at least it’s not as big as the emperor’s Lao Tzu, and it still needs to be restrained. Many buildings are also built according to the specifications, and the garden can only be called exquisite.

But the palace is different, one can see the grandeur and luxury in it with just one glance, finally Wen Jingshu didn't bow his head, but took a few more glances at the scene.

"Sure enough, I haven't seen anything in the world." Hua Zhirong saw it and sneered.

Wen Jingshu had no choice but to bow his head and remain silent.

"But if you like it, then watch it. You are not the only one who came to this king to look straight." Hua Zhirong looked down at him again, and let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction.

Wen Jingshu had no choice but to look up at the scenery again, and sighed inwardly. Aojiao seemed to be more difficult to conquer than he imagined, and this Aojiao was too thorough.

"This is the front hall, and the place you want to live is at the back." Hua Zhirong held his hand, and Wen Jingshu could only stumble along behind.

I don't know if Wen Jingshu is thinking too much, he always feels that Hua Zhirong seems to have taken a detour, he clearly thinks that this place can be passed directly, but he just took a detour.

"Hey, this is the king's study, don't come here if you have nothing to do!" Hua Zhirong pointed at a room and said viciously, looking into his eyes, it seemed to say: Do you dare to come and try!

Wen Jingshu nodded: "Yes."

Hua Zhirong continued to pull him away until he reached another room: "This is my king's bedroom," he raised his head with disdain on his face, "You'd better not let this king find out that you climbed into the bedroom in the middle of the night." The king's bed."

Wen Jingshu: "...Yes."

The two of them walked a long way with a group of guards before they finally arrived at the backyard. Hua Zhirong's kidnapping of Wen Jingshu was of course a temporary idea. How could the rooms in the backyard have already been tidied up.

Hua Zhirong looked at it for a while, and called a maid over: "How long will it take to clean this house?"

The maid thought he needed it urgently, so she quickly said, "It only takes one day..." Hua Zhirong gave her a fierce look, and the maid glanced at Wen Jingshu and finally realized: "It's not enough, according to the servant, there is no one month to clean it." Not coming."

Hua Zhirong nodded in satisfaction, and the next second his face turned ugly: "Why did it take so long? Is this king raising a bunch of trash?"

Seeing this, the servant girl knelt down violently, tears streaming down her face: "Forgive me, my lord, this room has not been used for a long time, the walls need to be repainted, some furniture can no longer be used, and many places have to be visited by craftsmen. Check to see if it’s aging, it’s really impossible to clean it up in a short time.”

Hua Zhirong dislikes others crying the most, so everyone in his palace has practiced the ability to shed tears when they say so. As long as you can cry and don't commit any heinous crimes, the prince will usually forgive you. This maid obviously Is the best of the bunch.

This maid looks pretty and lovely, and when she cries, she looks like pear blossoms with rain, and she is so pitiful.

"Don't, don't cry!" Hua Zhirong's voice suddenly became weaker, "It's not that this king wants your life, if that's the case, then let it be."

Wen Jingshu smiled slightly in his heart, this little prince was far from the rumored one, he was just too arrogant.

Sure enough, the maid stopped crying, and she withdrew her tears in a snap, as if she wasn't the one who cried into tears just now.

Hua Zhirong rolled her eyes, and coughed feignedly: "In this case, Jing...Jing Shu, I will reluctantly agree to share a room with you."

Wen Jingshu was choked by the phrase "Jingshu". This little prince is really familiar, but Hua Zhirong is his target for attacking. Naturally, the more familiar the better, he is so cooperative, it's too late for him to be happy.

But, why does he always feel weird, is he really here to attack the little prince?It seems that the little prince himself posted it from the beginning to the end.

Wen Jingshu glanced at the little ball of light lying on his shoulder pretending to be dead, and sighed, forget it, take one step at a time, let's finish the strategy quickly.