The heartthrob host she hangs up again

Chapter 91 The Regent (2)

Isn't this coming today?

After taking a bite of the pear, Ye Nian raised his hand to signal the palace servant to bring the tea over, holding the porcelain white cup, rubbing his fingertips on it.He bowed his head and sipped lightly.

"Then let him kneel."

"..." Xiao Gongren's body trembled.He raised his eyes to look at her, then quickly lowered his eyes, thinking that if a person like the regent broke his knees outside in this cold winter, how would he explain to the old regent?

He opened his lips, but didn't dare to say the words.

Everyone in the palace knows the princess's character, and she must not be provoked.

Putting down the teacup and moving his wrist around, Ye Nian wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and lay on his back on the imperial concubine's couch with a small story book, turning a page, squinting his eyes comfortably.

In the princess palace, there are plenty of charcoal fires in winter, but it is warm, and there is no need to wear fox fur.

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It was cold and windy, and it was snowing heavily.

The sky outside the hall has become somewhat dark.The cold wind howled.

Even the palace people waiting at the gate of the palace couldn't stand the cold, and all looked forward with sympathy.

But the boy who was half kneeling on the ground in the middle of the garden was still tall and straight.

With his head lowered halfway, his slender fingertips were folded in front of him.

A pair of light gray pupils are clear and beautiful, like a crescent moon dyed with a layer of mist and water, clean and flawless.

The thin lips were blown bloodless by the wind, but the long and thick eyelashes trembled halfway, covering the beautiful peach blossom eyes, the black hair was tied behind the ears like silk, and the skin was as white as porcelain.

He was only 17 years old, ordinary people and even palace people could not bear the cold, but the young man knelt for more than half a day from noon to dusk.

"Your Highness, the princess doesn't want to see you, so go back."

After a long while, finally a little palace man next to him couldn't help but came up to persuade him that his legs might be broken if he went on like this.

Eyelashes trembled, Pei Qi raised her beautiful eyes, glanced at the man, then lowered them again, "No problem."

The voice was indifferent and calm.

As he spoke, he grabbed the white robe poured on the ground with his backhand. At that time, a small piece of the cloth had been soaked by snow water.Create a circle of halo.

The palace man looked distressed and wanted to help him, but stopped.Glancing at the closed palace gate above, he sighed and stepped back.

So stubborn, this kneeling is a whole day.

The young man kept his eyes squinted, his expression cold.

There is no expression on the face and no pain.Indifferent and cool.

I have never met the princess, and I have only seen it once.

The vortex of royal struggle is too complicated and chaotic.

He didn't want to stir the Pei family into a whirlpool for the eldest princess, and he didn't like the eldest princess either.

This marriage is not suitable.

Nor was he interested.

Why bother to win the throne for someone who has never been related.

It was getting dark.The lamps in the hall also lit up.The snow is also falling more heavily.

"Squeak" sounded.

I don't know how long it took before the quiet and dead palace door opened, and there was a sound of walking.

"Your Highness, the princess said that it's getting late today, so I'll let you stay in the palace. See you tomorrow."

The body relaxed slightly, Pei Qi raised his eyes lightly, the beautiful pupils looked at the palace man, and soon lowered them again.

The man said that he would see him tomorrow...

Pursing his lips and meditating for a moment, he curled up his sleeves with his slender fingertips, and then he slowly got up from the snow.

But probably kneeling for too long.

My knees are sore and sore, and I can't stand still.

The palace man was stunned for a moment, and hurried over to help him when he saw this, but he didn't want to be brushed away.

With his fingertips resting on the cuff of his white robe, the boy's long curly eyelashes drooped, his beautiful eyes half-glazed, "No need."

A look of disgust flashed in his pupils.

Obviously he didn't want anyone to touch him.

(End of this chapter)