Chapter 71： Emperor Shi (10)

The girl blinked, did not take his words to heart at all, and continued to tease: "Beauty, don't you be shy..."

Not waiting for her to finish.

A sharp sword light almost cut through the dark night.

The mask on Chu Yanhuan's face shattered.

He revealed that beautiful and delicate face, and even made a tiny cut on his white cheek.

There was a little blood oozing out, and there was a slight pain.

Chu Yanhuan turned his head and saw a sharp dagger nailed to the door frame, shining brightly in the night.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and the cold wind blew her mind a little more sober, her black eyes staring at the person inside without blinking, her expression unclear.

For a long time, she smiled, her red lips curled up slightly, and she uttered a word slowly.

"Beauty is really ruthless."

Hearing that, Shen Qingjue, who was half-lying on the soft couch, didn't even move his eyebrows. He didn't even raise his eyes, his light-colored lips lightly opened, "Go out."

Still the sentence just now.

Chu Yanhuan felt dull for a moment.

This beauty is beautiful, but it is too cold.

The snow-white fingertips conjured up the hip flask that fell on the floor, raised his head and took another sip, and a little bit of wine slid down the white neck along the red lips.

Chu Yanhuan didn't care, she wiped the corners of her mouth casually, spit out a word casually, and turned around and walked away.

"It's so cold, but no girl would like it, little brother~"

The girl's delicate and soft voice was a bit playful.

Hearing a familiar and unfamiliar name, Shen Qingjue raised his eyes in the depths of his memory, Qinghui's cold, long, curled eyelashes trembling.

His eyes fell on the girl's far away back, his vision was a bit in a trance, the cold pupils were all dizzy, and the slightest invisible pain flashed inside.

The pale lips moved, and he uttered two words silently.

"Yan Huan."

Then he smiled again, and sighed to himself, "I remember...you like to call me that."

later.

Chu Yanhuan, who ran off the boat and wandered around like a wandering soul on the street, was successfully caught by the Imperial Forest Army.

Was carried in front of her emperor father.

The little girl was a little confused, her black and white eyes kept turning.

I saw a man wearing a dragon robe and rushing towards him with a black face in the distance.

Chu Yanhuan jumped his eyebrows, jumped over like a rabbit, hugged each other's thighs, and then began to howl.

"My father, my son wants to kill you..."

Then the emperor grabbed her ears and snorted coldly, "I want to die? I think you want me to die soon!"

Chu Yanhuan frowned: "Father, don't talk nonsense."

The emperor's eyelids twitched, lowered his voice, and glared at her, "Someone is here, call him Emperor Father."

Chu Yan grinned, "Then let go."

"..." Hearing this, the emperor let go of the hand holding his own daughter, flicked his sleeve, turned and walked to the main seat, and sat down.

The little girl was ready to sit down too.

The emperor held the teacup for a while, then put the teacup on the table, making a loud noise, angrily.

Almost blowing beard and staring.

"You stand for me!"

Chu Yanhuan: "..."

Dad, are you naive? Is it childish?

How old she is, she is still happy to stand!

Oh, the girl stood there honestly, and then stared at her toes with her head down.

It looks pitiful.