This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 337 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (51)

"Even more."

Shen Yaojin has the right to win, because he knows that Shi Wei will definitely agree.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the atmosphere is quiet, except for the sound of the tea stove boiling for a while.

Shen Yaojin was not in a hurry, he sipped his tea calmly, with a calm expression on his sharp and handsome face.

After a long while, Shi Wei, who had been lowering his head all the time, raised his head, his eyes were full of heat, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't want the ministers that His Royal Highness said."

Shen Yaojin raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, "Then what do you want?"

Shi Wei looks very suave, with a pair of sentimental peach blossom eyes, and always seems to have a three-point smile when looking at people.

With a faint smile on his face, he looked calm, but his heart was trembling.

"I only want one person."

Shen Yaojin was very interested, "Is there anyone who Master Shi can't get?"

Shi Wei is well-known as a romantic, a frequent visitor to Yixiang Garden and Red Mansion, nostalgic for this warm town, there are so many confidante, such a master in love, is there any prey that he can't catch?

A face that I think about day and night comes to my mind, with exquisite and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, cold and pale complexion, thin and thin figure, and full and bright red lips.

Everywhere is unbelievably beautiful.

Want to hide and play day and night.

Shi Wei gritted his teeth, his whole body felt as if he was in a sea of ​​flames because of the delusions in his mind.

I want to calm down, but I can't calm down at all.

The eye sockets were flushed, and the nerves were trembling slightly, all clamoring for the desire to possess.

A trembling voice said the person's name.

"Shen Yue."

Shen Yaojin was taken aback for a moment, her eyes gradually darkened, and the expression on her face also slowly disappeared. The atmosphere froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

He looked at the man's unsteady breathing with his dark and deep eyes. I'm afraid there are many dirty pictures in his mind.

Unconsciously clenched the teacup in her hand, Shen Yaojin said casually: "You are very courageous, but I don't know if you have this life."

Shi Wei laughed softly, and said in a frivolous tone, "If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost."

Shen Yaojin lowered her eyes and pursed her thin lips slightly.

It took a long time to wait for a reply, but this time Shi Weixian couldn't bear it anymore.

"I don't know what the Seventh Prince wants?"

Shen Yaojin was silent for a while, and when Shi Wei became impatient, she said lightly, "Okay."

As soon as Shi Wei left, Shen Yaojin's face darkened, there was no expression on his face, and it would be creepy to let people look at him.

He closed his eyes to calm the emotions in his chest, but his breathing became more and more messy, and he couldn't bear it anymore, he waved his hand and threw the tea set on the coffee table to the ground, there was a crackling sound, and the strong tea fragrance was almost pungent.

The fingertips were punctured by the porcelain, and sharp pain came, Shen Yaojin's eyes lit up with anger, the masseter muscles bulged, and the fingertips turned white.

"Dog thing, it's just wishful thinking."

There was no emotion in the man's voice.

Warm and delicate light shone in through the window sills. The strange patterns were beautiful and dazzling, but the faint light was not reflected in Shen Yaojin's eyes. Under his eyes, it was as if he was strangling his throat, making people unable to breathe.

The room was silent, everyone knelt down on the ground, and in this extremely oppressive and dangerous atmosphere, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Only those who have been with Shen Yaojin for a long time know how angry Shen Yaojin is. It is the first time for them to see their master so out of control.

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I heard that the fourth prince recently accepted a pet, and every night the fourth prince would call him to the bedroom to wait on him, and he would not come out until dawn the next day. Night after night, the limelight had long overshadowed Cheng Qiangong.

And Cheng Qiangong seemed to be neglected and rejected. The fourth prince never went there again, and he didn't even ask a question. It made people think that they had forgotten that there was such a person.

The fourth prince basically has no servants around him, and now that little pet is very favored, and I don't know how many people are courting him openly and secretly.

The carved beams and painted buildings of Qingyue Hall are resplendent and resplendent. It can be said that it is the place with the best geomantic omen in Chengqian Hall, and the scenery is also the most beautiful.

And because the fourth prince has never been here again, this place seems to have become a bit bleak.

There are many people gossip behind their backs.

It was nothing more than the fourth prince Wei and that little pet.

After all, the fourth prince has always kept himself clean, and the Chengqian Palace was also deserted and unpopular. Now that there is a lively one, there will naturally be a lot of gossip behind the scenes.

It seemed that Cheng Qiangong had fallen out of favor, and those maids didn't hide what they said, and even used sticks and sticks to sneer.

Cheng Qiangong had heard such gossip and gossip several times, without raising his eyes, he was still concentrating on reading the book with his head down, as if he didn't care about those things at all, and didn't care at all.

But the knuckles pinching the pages of the book gradually revealed a frightening bluish white, as if trying to restrain the deep resentment.

It hasn't been long since Shen Yue has a newcomer, and she has never seen him again. This is actually quite normal. According to Shen Yue's status, there are countless people who want to climb into her bed and beg for her mercy. .

Or maybe it's really tired, so it can be thrown away so easily.

A hostility began to burn from the deepest part of his heart.

Cheng Qiangong looked at the book quietly, his drooping eyelashes cast a deep shadow.

The night was low, the stars were dazzling, the moon was bright and clear, and the silver light was everywhere. Cheng Qiangong leaned on the bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

The wind blew the door and opened the gap, Cheng Qiangong noticed it almost immediately and looked over.

The door was blown open, the petals were blown in, and the lonely shadow admired itself.

Cheng Qiangong frowned involuntarily, revealing a hint of depression.

He feels pity for his sensitive mind, and feels that his current appearance is like a resentful woman in the deep palace.

A black shadow sneaked in without a sound, and he half-kneeled on the ground, holding the letter in both hands.

Cheng Qiangong's long eyelashes drooped coldly. He picked up the envelope and opened it to look at the contents. After reading it, he lit the letter on a candle and burned it to ashes.

Pick up the paper, ink and pen, and leave a series of sharp and beautiful fonts on the snow-white rice paper.

The man in black took the reply and left as quietly as he had come.

It was already late at night, Cheng Qiangong walked out the door, the flowers were flying like a violent flower rain, he raised his hand, and the petals fell silently in his palm, the night was cool, and for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He is looking at the moon here alone, and Shen Yue is trapped in a gentle village with others.

The steady beating heart was alive, but at this moment it was gradually being eaten away by jealousy, and the slightest black thread strangled and tightened his heart, almost making him suffocate.

It's really ridiculous to say it, obviously he hoped that Shen Yue would treat him colder and stay away from him, isn't this situation just in line with his own wishes?
(End of this chapter)