Before she could finish, the young son Zhao was anxious, "I am not young anymore, I am the same age as the princess!"
After saying this, he stuffed Chu Yanhuan with something, then blushed and ran away.
The girl was stunned, she looked at what was in her hand.
It is an exquisitely crafted hairpin with a small fox carved on it. It is lively and looks very cute.
Chu Yan shook her head happily. She put the hairpin in her sleeve and turned around the rockery and ran into someone.
Still a half-baked acquaintance.
Shen Qingjue.
The young man's figure is slender, his complexion is extremely white, his eyes are extremely dark and deep, his lips are slightly lighter, and his eyebrows are slightly lighter and even more cool.
It is early spring, and the breath of winter has not completely faded away. He is wearing a dark cloak, which seems to be a little chilly.
It actually looked like a sickly beauty.
"..." The girl blinked, the arc of her lips froze.
Chu Yanhuan thought for a while, decided to pretend not to see it, and walked back as soon as he turned.
She didn't see it, she was blind!
However, Qingrun's nice voice sounded, "The princess stayed."
Chu Yanhuan's eyelids twitched, but still turned his head, smiling gently and away.
She nodded slightly, "Shen Xiang."
The young man stepped forward and approached Chu Yanhuan slowly, his dark eyes hung down, and his cold long eyelashes were thick and curled.
His fingertips were lightly tucked into the sleeves, and his knuckles were exquisitely exquisite, and he was full of beauty bones.
The aura of the whole body is not like the usual light and wind, but it is actually a little dangerous.
Chu Yanhuan blinked and stepped back unconsciously.
One step, two steps.
She could not stop until her back touched a rock wall of the rockery.
The smile on the girl's face disappeared, she raised her eyes to look at the slender young man opposite, and said coldly: "What does Shen Xiang mean? Get out."
Then a slender white hand pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head.
The slightly cool touch made Chu Yanhuan shiver unconsciously.
The young man bent his waist, his head slightly lowered, his gaze was level with the girl's, staring at her eyes quietly, his hand with distinct joints tightened slightly.
His lips leaned over, and gently wiped the girl's white side face, breathing lightly, with the fragrance of cedar.
"The princess is beautiful, and she really deserves her reputation." Shen Qingjue said every word, the words that light-colored lips spit out, I couldn't hear the joy and anger.
Chu Yanhuan stretched out his hand to push him, and whispered: "Shen Qingjue, you are presumptuous, and you still don't let go of this palace."
The young man ignored her, but continued to say to himself: "Yes, if it is not for the beauty of this, how can the young man of the Zhao military family be so infatuated."
"..." Chu Yanhuan didn't know how to answer this.
MMP, I was seen by this guy.
However, what is meant by "if it is not for the beauty of this", is she nothing but this face?
The girl sank her face and sneered at each other: "What does this have to do with Shen Xiang?"
"My palace has already reached the age of marriage, and it is the age to discuss marriage. Shen Xiang Guan is really wide enough."
While speaking, Chu Yanhuan reached out and pressed the young man's chest, and then pushed hard.
A shaking god, Shen Qingjue was really pushed back by her.
The young man raised his hand against his thin lips and coughed slightly, his pale face lightened a bit, which made his eyes darker and deeper as an abyss.
Seeing Shen Qingjue's reaction, Chu Yanhuan was startled.
Fuck, this is really a sick beauty!
Does this person want to touch her porcelain? ?