"Wonderful?"
Suddenly, Shu Qingyao shuddered and almost screamed when there was a sudden sound from behind.
"Don't be afraid, it's me." Shen Xinglou said quickly.
Shu Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at Wei Xingzhao and Bai Ruoli to confirm that they had not noticed any movement here, and then asked Shen Xinglou with his eyes.
——Go in and talk?
Shen Xinglou acquiesced and stepped into the house.
Shu Qingyao closed the door carefully.
When she turned around, she saw that the man was sitting on her bed without noticing anything, looking at the whole room casually.
"The size and decoration of the houseboats are almost the same. What is the young prince looking at?" she wondered.
Shen Xinglou smiled for a moment: "Instead of asking me what I am looking at, why not ask you what you are planning?"
Shu Qingyao stood close to the door, her hands on the door latch, and her nails lightly scratched.
Although she deliberately caused trouble to Bai Ruoli before leaving, she didn't expect to hear about the scandal between Bai Ruoli and Wei Xingzhao. Her plan was disrupted for a moment, and all that was left was to take it one step at a time.
Thinking of this, she felt much calmer. She looked at Shen Xinglou and said bluntly: "I want to know what they are plotting. After all, it is my marriage. I can't get married in a haphazard manner."
Shen Xinglou changed his posture: "I told you before that your marriage will not happen."
"Why?" She looked directly into his eyes.
In fact, she wanted to ask if her marriage couldn't happen because Wei Xingzhao never planned to marry her, or because he had to do something in the meantime.
But with Shen Xinglou's stubborn temper, she would never get an answer.
Shen Xinglou saw the hesitation in her eyes and smiled softly: "We won't know by then? It would be boring to reveal the mystery so early."
A little disappointed, but that's to be expected.
Shu Qingyao smiled lightly for a moment, walked to Shen Xinglou, gathered her skirt and sat down.
"What about the young prince?" She said with deep eyes, "I live here, and I only looked at it for a moment when I heard the noise. The young prince is at the other end."
Shen Xinglou made no secret of it: "Xiao Wang is interested in you." He reached for the plum blossom tassel hairpin on her bun, pulled it out, and played with it in the palm of his hand.
Shu Qingyao immediately pinched the skirt of her clothes, her face full of vigilance.
Shen Xinglou sneered: "Where did you think you were?" He just looked very familiar with this hairpin. If he remembered correctly, Shu Qingyao's biological mother Yun Bin also had a similar one.
She put the hairpin back into her bun again: "You now know almost everyone in the Wei family. What do you think?"
Shu Qingyao quietly moved back an inch and arranged the tassels with her fingers: "No one can be trusted, just believe in yourself."
Shen Xinglou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you really not aware of this at all?"
"What?"
"Magistrate Su was afraid that you would be deceived, so he planted an informant in the Wei Mansion early." Shen Xinglou stopped talking.
The meaning in his eyes is very obvious:
——I don’t know this, you are indeed fake.
Shu Qingyao felt guilty: "Did you say this? Of course I know."
"who is it?"
"..."
She took a deep breath and pinched her fingers into her palms: "The young prince has vast magical powers. It is impossible not to know them. Why do you need to ask me again?"
Shen Xinglou laughed softly.
He stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders, and then suddenly closed the distance between them. Looking at her clear and bright almond eyes, he sneered: "A mere county magistrate, you have the ability to set up spies, you little fool."
When she loosened her fingers, Shu Qingyao was very annoyed, ashamed and angry, and gritted her teeth: "You are such a -"
"Qing'er?" Wei Xingzhao's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Her heart skipped a beat, and Shu Qingyao looked at the door nervously.
"Who are you talking to?" he asked.
Apart from the boatman, there were only four of them on the boat. Shu Qingyao glanced at Shen Xinglou and saw that his expression was calm and slightly relaxed, and replied: "Who can I talk to? It's not like you, anyone can talk."
Wei Xingzhao paused: "Qing'er, don't be angry. I won't bring Ali here next time."
"Ali, Ali, you screamed so affectionately." She said deliberately.
A subtle emotion began to linger in his heart again, and Wei Xingzhao smiled for a moment: "Qing'er, can I understand that you are jealous?"
Shu Qingyao was about to reply when a warm hand pinched the back of her neck.
The next moment, she was pulled into a familiar embrace.
The culprit looked down at her with a half-smile:
Quietly: "Who are you jealous of? Huh?"
