Chapter 897

Su Qinghuan saw that he lianmo Xuan looked thoughtful and knew that the man was holding some bad water.

She warned in due course.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking? You have a concubine."

Su Qinghuan looked up coquettishly, with a thin resentment between her eyes and eyebrows, adding a bit of shame to her little daughter.

He lianmo Xuan was disturbed by Su Qinghuan and suddenly woke up from his plan.

When he saw Su Qinghuan's gorgeous face, he lianmo Xuan suddenly felt uncomfortable.

These days, Su Qinghuan is so clever that he lianmo Xuan suddenly feels reluctant to give it to the men next to him.

……

But no matter how reluctant he was, he could not shake his plan to eradicate the Su family.

Thinking of this, he lianmo Xuan forced his inner unhappiness and glanced at Su Qinghuan lightly.

"The Mid Autumn Festival is coming soon. When is Aifei going to go back to her mother's house?"

Su Qinghuan twisted her sleeves as a matter of difficulty. Her eyes greedily swept Helian Moxuan's eyebrows, with a strong sense of reluctance.

"My concubine has sent a letter to my brother and is ready to leave for Su's house tomorrow morning. I just see your Majesty's visit to Qiwu palace. My concubine starts to regret again. Is it too early for my concubine to go back?"

"The ancients said that one day's absence was like three autumn days, but before my concubine left your majesty, how could I be bored and start thinking about your majesty?"

……

So greasy and earthy love, Su Qing Huan did not want to throw money away from him.

Everyone has a love for beauty. If an ugly and fat man tells you his love, ordinary people may feel very uncomfortable.

But Su Qinghuan was so beautiful that every sentence seemed to come from his heart. Even if he lianmo Xuan didn't like her, he also gave birth to a touch of reluctance at the moment.

"Yes, I won't see my concubine for some time. My heart is very sad."

This was originally just a perfunctory sentence of Helian Moxuan.

He was relieved when he first heard that Su Qinghuan was leaving tomorrow, because he was subconsciously worried that if he got along too closely with Su Qinghuan these days, he would not have the heart to fight Su Qinghuan.

But after a sigh of relief, there is a loss that I can't say.

——After the Mid Autumn Festival came back, it was time for the dark guard he sent to spoil Su Qinghuan.

At that time, there was no room for recovery.

Even though all this had been arranged in his heart, he was disappointed to see the girl's admiring eyes, which could not be compared with the stars in the sky.

It's a pity.

Who let Su Qinghuan be the daughter of the Su family.

If he had a different family, he would not have to kill people.

……

From the tangled eyes of he lianmo Xuan, Su Qinghuan saw that the man's heart was winding, but her mouth was not broken. On the contrary, she leaned skillfully over, snuggled her head on he lianmo Xuan's shoulder and rubbed the man's cloak.

"I don't know the blessings I've cultivated in my life, so I can get such favor from your majesty."

"I don't ask for anything else. I just hope your heart is like mine. I will live up to my lovesickness."

……

When he said the last poem, Su Qinghuan read it almost word by word, full of affection.

For a moment, he lianmo Xuan only felt something stuck in his throat, which made him very uncomfortable.

But he lianmo Xuan didn't understand what this possessiveness represented at this time.

But the next moment, he was surprised to think that Su Qinghuan had no literary talent and did not love poetry.

"Princess Ai, did you get this poem by chance? It's so exquisite."

Su Qinghuan smiled and shook his head, quietly burying a big thunder for mu Sisi's future performance.

"No, your majesty, guess again?"

"Is it your brother, Su Jinyan?"

"Neither."

Su Qinghuan looked at the window and opened his mouth in a melancholy way.

"This is a collection of poems I accidentally read at home. They are all peerless sentences. I just don't know why, they have never been circulated from the outside world."

When he lianmo Xuan heard the speech, he immediately became interested.

"Oh? Is there such an amazing collection of poems? It's almost lost?"

"Yes, let me read the whole poem to your majesty. It was written by Li Zhiyi, but Qinghuan asked around. No one seems to know who this person is."

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and don't see you. I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred be over? I only wish your heart is like mine, and you will live up to your lovesickness. "

The woman's voice is as clear as dew, but with a trace of the madness of the woman in the boudoir, people can't help but fantasize about the scene of a pair of men and women holding hands and looking at each other with tears.

After hearing the whole word, he lianmo Xuan immediately touched his palm and exclaimed.

"The word is so amazing. The Li Zhiyi mentioned by Princess Ai must be a bit talented, but it's really strange that no one knows his reputation."

Su Qinghuan smiled.

"In fact, this poem is not the highest among them. There are Li Taibai, Du Zimei and Su Zizhan. They are all amazing. But there are too many exquisite poems for the moment, so my concubines won't recite them one by one for your majesty."

"If I return to Su's house this time, I will present it to your majesty when my concubine turns to the collection of poems."

Seeing that Su Qinghuan said three names in a row and said that they were all amazing talents, he lianmo Xuan didn't believe it.

Because the previous poem was very amazing, but it was only small and exquisite. It was easier to move infatuated men and women. Imperial talents such as Helian Moxuan had a high vision and preferred poems with sparse atmosphere.

So the previous song was not a masterpiece that he lianmo Xuan would applaud when he heard it.

But anyway, if the three people in Su Qinghuan's mouth had better poems than Li Zhiyi, how could they not have a bit of talent reputation?

……

He lianmo Xuan didn't take it too seriously. He just thought Su Qinghuan was flattering at will.

He rubbed Su Qinghuan's hair.

"Well, then I'll wait for the imperial concubine to offer her treasure."

"I believe your majesty will be surprised at that time."

Tut Tut, that's what she said lightly.

Of course, those poems are unparalleled. There are no more amazing poets than Li Bai and Du Fu through the ages.

However, compared with this, I don't know how Helian Moxuan will bear it. The so-called talented woman Mu Sisi he likes is a fact of plagiarist.

Su Qinghuan was looking forward to that day.

The two quietly hugged each other, seemingly in love, but in fact they had their own thoughts.

……

Because he lianmo Xuan was ashamed, he immediately asked the house of interior to send a box of night pearls to Qiwu Palace on the morning when Su Qinghuan left.

Hearing this, Mu Sisi directly fell a blue and white porcelain vase.

"What?! did your majesty reward that bitch again?"