"Rong Xiu, you let me again!"
She heard her angry voice in her mind.
"One day I won't have to let you, and I can beat you!"
The young man in front of me, thank you, leaning on the chair, holding the **** tea next to him with one hand, squinting a pair of deep phoenix eyes, lazily and stretched, and said slowly:
"Okay."
The voice is deep and sweet, like the wind sweeping the strings.
With that, the cup of tea has been brought to his lips.
The thin scarlet lips gently covered the mouth of the white jade porcelain cup.
"Hey—Rong Xiu! That's my tea!"
She swept away, then saw that he had taken the wrong cup, and said quickly.
Rongxiu paused, his eyes raised slightly.
The original cold eyebrows seemed to have been dyed three-point warmth in an instant.
Like the riverside in the evening, the setting sun sets, and the brilliant afterglow is reflected in the water, creating the color of sky and water.
"Oh? Really?"
Between his lips and teeth, a few vague syllables came with a faint smile.
Just when she thought that he was going to put down the tea cup, she suddenly saw the man in front of him send the cup forward, her lips moved slightly, and she gently folded the remaining piece of rouge.
Her heart suddenly missed a beat, and she froze for a moment.
Even if she is usually cunning, she never expected him to do this.
He took a sip of his tea, and then put the cup down slowly.
On the lips, because it was stained with tea, it looked particularly moist.
Chu Liuyue's face suddenly reddened! If there is a flame burning!
The blazing temperature swept over her, swallowing her almost instantly!
He didn't seem to notice anything, his sword eyebrows raised slightly.
"It turns out you drink **** tea every day."
Chu Liuyue snorted softly as if she finally found her voice.
"Ginger tea is bitter, so you have to drink other people's tea. Are you suffering now?"
"Oh?"
Rong Xiu leaned on one hand and looked at her with a smile.
"I think this tea is sweet and delicious. Others are not as good as one of the ten."
Chu Liuyue finally couldn't sit down and stood up abruptly.
"Suddenly I remembered that there is still a Qi Sword who never cultivated, so I will return first."
After speaking, he hurriedly left.
Rong Xiu stared at it.
She was walking down the path on the cliff, stepping lightly, a light-colored skirt flying like a butterfly.
The green silk is flying, agile and lively.
After walking a distance, she suddenly stood still and looked back towards the top of the cliff.
Rong Xiu seemed to have expected it a long time ago, holding up the tea cup and looking at her in a distant respect.
"If you want to give some advice, Rong Xiu is always waiting."
The woman disappeared at a faster speed.
The corners of Rong Xiu's lips lifted up, smiling slightly.
That day the sky was clear and the wind was peaceful.
A man dressed in white sits in a pavilion on the cliff, leaning against him, the mountain wind rolls up the corner of his clothes, and he feels like a fairy.
And beside him, there is a cup of tea.
Bitter and sweet.
...
Those sights gradually disappeared.
Chu Liuyue's eyes gradually focused.
Everything in front of me came into view again.
She opened her mouth.
Rong Xiu's eyebrows moved slightly, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes.
"Miss Dugu, what's wrong with you?"
He lowered his voice, but with a subtle calming power.
Chu Liuyue finally woke up completely.
She closed her eyes and looked at Rong Xiu not far away.
At that time, whether it was Rong Xiu or she, it seemed that they were not very old.
Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is still the youth's unique youthfulness and vigor.
They should have known each other for a while.
Although I haven't remembered how long it was.
However, she clearly remembered her violent heartbeat.
That was the first time, my heart was beating, my head and face were hot, and my hands were at a loss.
But with subtle joy that cannot be described.
Around that time, or earlier.
She already fell in love with that person.
Since then, until now, how many days have passed.
But they are finally together.
...
Chu Liuyue's eyes flickered, and she shook her head.
"It's okay, just remembering something."
She raised her chin slightly, raised her eyebrows and chuckled.
"This level, should I be the first?"
There was silence.
Everyone looked at the woman standing in the middle of the hall, and was still a little dazed for a while.
That's it... it's the number one! ?
Before so many people wanted to invite your Highness to take a shot, and not only did she do this, she even won her!
The corners of Rong Xiu's lips twitched slightly and he smiled a little.
"You are number one, you deserve it."
...
Jiang Zhiyuan broke her delicate nails.
A strong tingling sensation came from the fingertips, making her face paler.
But these feelings, compared with the depression and unwillingness in my heart, are not worth mentioning.
How could this be?
The first obviously belongs to her!
From the beginning to the present, she has never doubted that she is the best one here, and the most suitable and qualified person to be a princess.
She took it for granted, so there was no pressure.
It wasn't until this time that Duguyue took the first place, and she finally realized that there was someone outside the world!
The position she thought was within easy reach, in fact, was not so secure to sit in!
In fact, if women from other tribes had won her, she wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
She would rather let Pei Pei win, than see Du Guyue standing in the middle, becoming the focus of everyone!
Because Rong Xiu's treatment of her is obviously different!
An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in Jiang Zhiyuan's heart!
As soon as Jiang Hetian turned his head, he saw Jiang Zhiyuan's embarrassed and aggrieved look.
He frowned.
Even he didn't expect that this number one would eventually be snatched away by Duguyue who broke out halfway!
Zhiyuan must be very uncomfortable.
She is so proud, how can she accept such a result willingly?
"Zhiyuan, don't worry, this is only the first level. After that, if you work hard to fully display your strength, you will surely get it back!"
Jiang Hetian patiently relieved.
"But she won first..."
Jiang Zhiyuan murmured.
"How about the number one? Is it possible that Yun Tianque can really let such an unidentified woman ascend the position of princess?"
Jiang Hetian is very confident.
As long as Rong Xiu weighed the weight, he would definitely leave the position of the princess to them.
As for the other... those lowly concubines and other identities, he chooses anyone.
Those are irrelevant.
As he was talking, Yu Guang glanced at it and saw blood dripping from Jiang Zhiyuan's palm, and she was shocked:
"Zhiyuan, your hand—"
Jiang Zhiyuan was relieved, subconsciously leaned her hand back, gritted her teeth and said:
"I'm fine. Daddy is right, and I will take the number one back later!"
She would never let that Dugu Yue show any more of the limelight!
Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Rong Xiu.
"His Royal Highness, the first level is over, then, just start the second level!"
She must win this second level!