Qingdai smiled: Oh. I actually noticed it already.
Maozi: Uh?
Qingdai whispered softly and rubbed her fur vigorously with an expressionless expression, saying with a strange tone: I have no doubt that in the first world, if I provoked He Shaozhou and ran away again, what would happen to me? Darkening, hee hee hee hee.
Maozi: ...Woman, you are playing with fire.
Qingdai: Put away your bad jokes and get out! I'm warning you, keep an eye on this world-weary value! If I fail, I'll see how you make the strategy.
Mao Zili was unsure: This is a secret...
Qingdai: That’s great! We can finish it together!
Mao Zi weakly said: The world-weariness value is not that scary. I wonder if you completed the task perfectly in the first world...
Indigo Daipi smiled but said: "Try it. One day, my guide will step on the hero's spot and dance like crazy. See if he wants to kill me."
Unexpectedly, this sentence later became a prophecy.
Qingdai tries her own way - if you encounter a crazy male protagonist, just run away!
Maozi finally compromised: OK, I'll keep an eye on it for you. Wuwuwuwu, leader, I'm sorry for you!
As soon as the two people in the palace took their seats, a female voice suddenly interrupted, "Third sister."
Qingdai stood up and saluted with Shen Changting, "Meet Sister Ann."
Beitang Qingxuan is not tall, his white sleeves are covered with ink paintings, and his facial features are pale and scholarly.
Qingdai raised her eyebrows. Her sister was greeting her, but her eyes were fixed on Shen Changting.
Oh?
Shen Changting was obviously uncomfortable with Beitang Qingxuan's explicit gaze. He frowned and said nothing, trying his best to endure it, and his expression gradually turned cold.
Qingdai took a step forward and blocked Shen Changting sideways. She shook the wine cup casually and said, "Sister, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How about a drink?"
Beitang Qingxuan coughed twice due to the strong aroma of the wine. She glanced at Shen Changting, gritted her teeth and took a sip, "Cough cough cough cough cough..."
She choked and turned red, looking at Shen Changting again.
Shen Changting was staring at his wife intently.
He clearly saw Qingdai's bad idea, but he didn't dislike it.
On the contrary, he was happy that His Highness cared about him.
Shen Changting looked at Qing Dai, who was smiling like a little fox, and unconsciously showed a slight smile.
Seeing his smile, Beitang Qingxuan said quickly, "Shen... Shen Zhengjun, do you remember? We met three years ago, at the Lanshan Poetry Festival!"
As soon as Beitang Qingxuan spoke out, Shen Changting suppressed a smile and felt restless in his heart.
He did not want His Highness to misunderstand that he was a man with a confused relationship between men and women.
Arashiyama Poetry Club?
oh. He remembered.
At that time, there was news that His Highness the Third Highness would be hunting in Lanshan, so he went to attend the poetry meeting.
He couldn't remember the scene of the poetry meeting clearly. In his mind, he only had His Highness the Third Prince in red clothes, sitting astride a tall horse and laughing heartily, throwing away all the winnings with one hand.
At that time, Shen Changting tightened his sleeves and tried hard to suppress his desire to get close to His Highness. He turned around and asked Shen Yi to steal it secretly.
He remembered it clearly. The winning prize was a piece of warm jade.
Shen Changting lowered his head and secretly caressed the thing hidden in his chest.
This was the only contact between His Highness and him for ten years.
Beitang Qingxuan became more and more excited as he spoke, and a flush appeared on his pale face, "You won the title at that time, and it stands to reason that you should compete with me as the incoming chief again. But you left early because you said you were not feeling well. I still feel that It’s a pity. It’s better to…”
"Your Highness," Shen Changting said politely and distantly, "I am no longer obsessed with poetry."
"Why? You are obviously talented..."
Shen Changting suddenly smiled, revealing a smile that made the dusk shine, like ice and snow melting, "Because now there is someone more important."
Beitang Qingxuan was worried, "Do you think Third Sister really likes you? It's been more than two years since you plunged into it. People outside don't know why they laugh at you, the most talented person!"
Qingdai, who was watching the show with her arms folded, was lying innocently. She waved her hand to attract the attention of Beitang Qingxuan, "Sister, you can't believe in the idea of marriage first and love later just because you are not married yet, right?"
Beitang Qingxuan didn't even want to pretend now. She took a deep breath and said, "You have abandoned Changting for two years, and now I come here once and you fall in love with me?"
The two of them have been very hostile to each other since childhood. Beitang Qingdai has a straightforward temperament, a sweet mouth, is excellent in poetry, writing, riding and shooting, and is very popular. Beitang Qingxuan, on the other hand, had been in poor health since she was a child. She was embarrassed to be called a legitimate daughter, but she was inferior in every subject.
As things went on like this, Beitang Qingxuan became resentful. He didn't show off his face, but secretly he made many stumbling blocks. Although Beitang Qingdai does not hold grudges, she is not a person who suffers losses. The two of them fought back and forth for a while, but were still pushed back by the queen.
To this day, Beitang Qingxuan firmly believes that Qingdai knows that she likes Shen Changting, so she deliberately acted to disgust her.
After all, it is not a secret that Qingdai and Shen Changting have been in love with each other for two years after they have been married.
"Your Highness." Shen Changting's voice suddenly turned cold, "You and I just met by chance, and we didn't even speak to each other at the poetry meeting that day. Your Highness, just call me Mr. Shen."
After speaking, Shen Changting turned to Qingdai, his throat was nervous and dry, and he whispered, "Your Highness...I..."
Qingdai smiled and hugged Shen Changting's neck. Shen Changting was forced to lower his body. She came close to Shen Changting's face, deliberately pretending to be a romantic and suave libertine.
Qingdai first placed a kiss on his forehead, then moved all the way down from the bridge of his nose, lips, and chin. They are all separated by a touch, and the warm aroma of ebony lingers on the side of Shen Changting's face.
"So what if I'm putting on a show? Does His Highness Beiming want to snatch her away..." She said, stopping at Shen Changting's lips, turning her gaze to look directly at Beitang Qingxuan, "Husband?"
Beitang Qingxuan pointed at Qingdai for a long time, covered her heart and turned around to leave.
Qingdai saw her walking away and was about to turn her head when a cool touch touched her lips.
Qingdai's eyes widened, while Shen Changting's closed eyelashes were still trembling.
She sighed softly, hugged Shen Changting's shoulders tightly, and said vaguely, "Open your eyes and look at me."
Shen Changting stubbornly refused to open his eyes. He kissed Qingdai's soft lips over and over again, holding the words in his mouth, "It's not a show..."
Qingdai understood, so she opened Shen Changting's shoulders and laughed softly, "Shen Changting, why are you just listening to these words?"
Shen Changting opened his eyes, his eyes were soaked in the meandering scenery of the mountains, and his handsome facial features were so beautiful that he was shocked, "Your Highness, what should I listen to?"
Qingdai caressed his face, "Shen Changting, we have missed everything in the past. You are not heartless, and I am not unintentional. I mean, we can start over."
"I like you, Changting."
