Su Xiaoyao's pretty face was only 0.00001 centimeters away from the tip of Zhao Wujiang's chin and nose. The fragrance of her daughter came to his face, and Zhao Wujiang took a step back without leaving a trace.
"Hmph." An inaudible hum came, accompanied by Su Xiaoyao's shy, angry and angry voice:
"Then why has His Highness never looked at Xiaoyao since that dinner?
Xiaoyao thought that it was because she was born unattractive and her cold words kept others away from her. "
"Nothing." Zhao Wujiang smiled flatly.
Su Xiaoyao is indeed an excellent woman, but is Zhao Wujiang such a lecherous person who likes beautiful women when he sees them?
yes!
But he is a principled lecher. It is normal to like beauty. Knowing how to appreciate beauty is an excellent quality in life.
But at the same time, he is no longer the energetic young man he was before.
He has a young heart, but taking back Dugu Mingyue and Xiao Nianxia this time made him realize something.
With his wife and children in front of him, he would never mess around with women.
This is why he asked all the princes and concubines to go home to recuperate.
Otherwise, how would he respond if one after another came asking for a reversal?
"It's just that I already have someone I like and a family." Zhao Wujiang replied seriously.
"Humph." Su Xiaoyao bit her red lips:
"If my cousin said that, I would believe it, but you, who in the Imperial City doesn't know that you are lustful?"
"..." Zhao Wujiang's handsome boy was at a loss for words, oh, after enjoying Ji Bochang's benefits, he was about to take the blame for Ji Bochang's fault.
"I won't force you." Su Xiaoyao slowly took off the official hat of the female official, and the black hair spread smoothly like a waterfall, draping around the back of her head and chest. At this moment, she looked a little more elegant, but she spoke a little more. Subdued and savage:
"Send me a poem today and I will leave. I will bother you next time.
Otherwise, I won’t leave today..."
Zhao Wujiang said helplessly:
"I can't do it, Miss Xiaoyao. You are already a poem. Standing here, how can I still do it?
You go..."
Su Xiaoyao pursed her lips and smiled, reaching out to catch a small snowflake falling from the sky. She stared at the snowflake melting in her palm, and a sad smile appeared on her face:
"If they fall in the snow together, they will grow old together in this life."
Zhao Wujiang's originally gentle eyes were like ice and snow for a moment, and frost quickly condensed in his eyes. The snowflakes within three feet of him and Su Xiaoyao suddenly solidified in the air.
Under normal circumstances, this poem would never come out of Su Xiaoyao's mouth.
Because these were the true words that Zhao Wujiang said to Jing'er back then, and the poem has been buried in the collapsed Great Xia Dynasty.
"The prince is already checking you." Su Xiaoyao's eyes were a little moist. She couldn't make any unnecessary movements because the fluctuations of spiritual energy around her had been restrained.
She looked at Zhao Wujiang softly:
"Brother and Yang Bing'en are checking you non-stop, starting to check everything since you went to Daolian's secret realm.
They found nothing useful, but suspicion was always suspicion, and as long as suspicion existed, things would never go away.
As for me, I love collecting poems and reading stories about talented men and beautiful women.
Some things about the collapse of the dynasty have been written into stories and spread among the common people.
In that dynasty, there was also an amazingly talented man who wanted to help the building collapse and save the people from landslides...
Among the psalms he wrote, there is one, "Wine will enter!" "
Zhao Wujiang didn't have much expression on his face, he just stared at Su Xiaoyao with a faint smile.
"This can be explained by coincidence, it can be explained by borrowing the poems of the dead..." Su Xiaoyao's beautiful eyes gradually turned red, her nose wrinkled together, as if crying and sad, as if she wanted to see clearly the man opposite. The true face beneath the air bag.
Everything on her pretty face turned into a smile, which seemed to be a smile of relief:
"But my gut tells me..."
Su Xiaoyao did not finish this sentence, but changed the subject and said playfully:
"Will you still let me leave?"
