Chapter 581

Yin Susu is injured. Sima Jingxuan often stays in Suxin palace these days.

The maid in waiting for Chu Nian was also worried for her. She saw that it was only a few days before the post seal ceremony, and the emperor did not come here. The key was that a hearty master was still like a person who had nothing to eat and drink. She had a good appetite.

"Do you really don't care where the emperor lives?" the palace maid asked, but any woman in the harem didn't use all her means and wanted to keep the emperor in her own palace.

But her master is really an alien.

Chunian was pruning a pot of flowers, and then she said faintly, "wherever he stays, it means mirror hanging. He is happy."

The palace maid looked stunned. She had never seen such a master in the palace since she was a child.

"You go down. I just want to be alone."

The palace maid retreated silently. At this time, she didn't understand that when she really loved someone, she would instinctively have a possessive desire for that person. If others looked more, she would jump out of her feet with anger.

And she has no such possessive desire for Sima Jingxuan.

A handsome face appeared in front of the window, so frightened that chunian almost threw the scissors in his hand.

"What are you doing? You're scared to death, you know? You won't make a squeak first?" chunian Shun's chest was really scared to death by him.

Nangong Yan put his hands on the window, and then nibbled a word: "Zhi!"

The first thought couldn't help shaking all over, and then looked at him incredulously. Why is this man so childish.

Nangong Yan asked with a smile, "pruning branches."

When I first thought about the things I dreamed of yesterday, I began to warn myself that I can't be more serious.

So she resumed her cold look: "you're not blind."

Nangong Yan was not surprised by the sudden change of her attitude. The little wild cat turned his face faster than the book.

Nangong Yan saw her burying her head and carefully pruning the branches. Looking from his direction, she could clearly see her slender neck and smooth back exposed to the air.

If you explore further... Nangong Yan's breath suddenly became heavy, and the whole person began to be confused.

Ah Xue's temptation to him is always fatal.

But he knew that now he had to control it, or he would scare her away.

"I didn't expect you to be able to learn this skill." Nangong Yan forced down his confused mood. He said gently, "you used to like growing herbs better than this."

With a "click", she cut off the best one, and then she stared at Nangong Yan silently.

After receiving the eyes, Nangong Yan didn't know what she said wrong, so she suddenly felt that what she cut off was not a branch, but her own place.

On this thought, Nangong Yan suddenly felt a little chilly between his legs.

Chunian never looked at him again and didn't talk to him. Nangong Yan leaned closer with a handsome face: "what's the matter, but what did I say wrong?"

Why do you suddenly ignore people with a straight face?

Then I heard chunian reply, "nothing."

Hearing this, Nangong Yan immediately knew that there was nothing, that is, there was something.

This woman has always been so duplicitous. In her own words, what's her name.

"If you have something in mind, you can tell me, and I will help you."

Nangong Yan put on the expression of "you say I listen". She originally wanted to leave a good impression on chunian, but she was even more annoyed when she saw it.

Chunian threw the scissors heavily on the table. When he saw the mood, he was not afraid of being very beautiful. Nangong Yan trembled in his heart. He thought of his guess and took a step back silently.

"What's the matter?" Nangong Yan asked carefully.

Chu Nian looked up at him with a cold look: "why do you think you know me? Why do you think you know what I'm thinking and what my hobbies are? These are just your assumptions."

At the first thought, she stretched out her hand, and then closed the window with a clang. She didn't want to look at her face again.

Nangong Yan almost bumped into his handsome nose. He stared at the closed doors and windows and smiled meaningfully.

Chunian sat in a chair and connected several cups of tea. The whole talent slowly calmed down, and then brought unlimited guilt for nangongyan.

She also knew that nangongyan was wronged. He didn't say anything wrong, but she was angry because he didn't say anything wrong.

She only met this man a few times, but he seemed to know himself very well. He knew he liked playing with herbs. Even with a look in his eyes, he could know that he had something in mind.

For what?

Why does this man know himself so well?

Chunian raised his hand and covered his chest. The mirror hung and said that he had suffered a very serious injury here. Even now he has recovered, chunian can sometimes feel that the injury is still in pain.

"Nangong Yan, why are you?" the first reading eyes were a little confused, and the heart beat violently, as if in response to her words.

Even if many people forget, you will still have the desire to hug him when you see him again.

Because that's the person you once prayed for cause and effect, and you put it on the tip of your heart.

In the evening, the palace man sent the medicine on time. Chu Nian was very upset because of the strange mood in her heart. After the palace man left, she poured the medicine into the flower pot.

When Sima Jingxuan came, chunian had fallen asleep. Looking at her quiet sleeping face, Sima Jingxuan was very satisfied.

His hand swam back and forth on his first thought face. He said almost persistently, "in a few days, you will be my queen. I have waited for you for so many years and finally got what I wanted."

First thought - when you first meet, you never forget it.

This is the name I gave you, reborn as a first thought. You belong to me alone, and no one can take it away.

"Green snow."

Feeling deep, Sima Jingxuan couldn't help calling the name.

He was immersed in his emotions, so he didn't notice that the people in bed frowned slightly when they heard him call himself "Qingxue".

After Sima Jing hung up and left, the people on the bed opened their eyes. Her fundus flowed and looked complex.

For a long time, the first thought said faintly, "don't give me a chance."

Don't let me find that all this is just a lie carefully woven by you from beginning to end.

She's not stupid, but she doesn't want to delve into it many times.

For example, what happened to her a year ago? Nangong Yan said that his wife left him a year ago. When he met him for the first time, he called himself ah Xue. Can a man who loves his wife to the bone not even recognize his wife?

These first thoughts are not unknown, but deliberately ignored.

When I woke up, you said I was called chunian, but now why do you call me Qingxue?

Sima Jingxuan, am I a person who even needs you to control my memory?

You misjudged me.