People always think I'm a broken sleeve

The next day.

Su Bian turned forward with a dark face, and turned downward with a dark face.

At this time, Su Bian stood by the pond in the mansion, silent.

After a night, Su Bian still couldn't forget the sense of horror after finding out that he might like a man.

Moreover, that person is none other than Xuan Yue.

He likes men?Or Xuanyue?

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

……wrong.

impossible.

It is impossible for him to like men.

—He must have been confused by something.

In the past, so many people confessed to and pursued him, but he was unmoved, how could he like a man.

And it was Xuan Yue whom he didn't like at all.

Yes, impossible.

After thinking about it, Su Bian raised his chin to Zhong Liang who was standing beside him.

It happened that Zhong Liang, a ready-made object, was at the side, so I used him to try.

Zhong Liang was slightly taken aback, although he was inexplicable, he still walked over obediently.

After approaching, Zhong Liang noticed the red marks on Su Bian's neck and was slightly stunned.

But obviously, the latter didn't realize it.

Or in other words, how could it be possible to notice.

From yesterday to now, Su Bian has been immersed in the conclusion that he might like Xuanyue, and has been terrified until now.

So how can I notice other places.

Zhong Liang looked at the red marks on Su Bian's neck, blinked his eyes, and tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

If it was in Ningxiang before, Zhong Liang would still know what this is.

But now Su Bian is not close to women, has no feelings for men, and does not have a male favorite around him, and he does not go to any place where fireworks——

Could it be a mosquito bite?

Still sick?

Zhong Liang was puzzled, and opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but soon, his attention was attracted by other places.

Su Bian was looking at him.

Su Bian stood where he was, concentrating, and looked at Zhong Liang silently for a while.

Under Su Bian's undisguised gaze, Zhong Liang became more and more shy, his head lowered lower and lower in embarrassment.

Zhong Liang lowered his head, his face was blushing and his heart was beating, and he shyly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

After a while, Su Bian suddenly said coldly, "I'm sorry."

Zhong Liang raised his head in confusion, "Huh?"

What's the faux pas?

Just when Zhong Liang was puzzled, in the next second, Su Bian slowly raised his hand, and gently touched Zhong Liang's fair and tender face.

Su Bian's warm fingertips gently caressed Zhong Liang's fair face, Zhong Liang was slightly stunned and froze for a while.After a while, I came back to my senses, suddenly like a boiled shrimp, the whole person became clear

red.

Zhong Liang tiptoed quietly, hoping that his lord's actions would become more extreme.

Unfortunately, after only touching for two seconds, Su Bian withdrew his hand.

—Because I don't feel anything.

Zhong Liang was slightly startled, and looked up at Su Bian.

Su Bian frowned, his face a bit unhappy.

Su Bian looked down at his hands.

...Could it be that the movement is wrong, so I don't feel anything?

After thinking about it, Su Bian hesitated for a moment.

Then, he leaned slightly, pulling the distance between the two closer.

The distance between the two was close at hand, and the breathing was clearly audible.

Zhong Liang's heart was beating like a drum, his face was blushing and his heart was beating.

This is the first time that Ningxiang has been so close to his own adults since Ningxiang's own adults' temperament changed drastically.

Zhong Liang slowly closed his eyes, waiting for his lord to kiss him.

But in the next second, Su Bian slowly straightened up.

The wrinkles between Su Bian's brows suddenly became deeper.

...still nothing.

Su Bian raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling a little upset.

Su Bian was silent for two seconds, then said quickly, "Hold me."

Zhong Liang opened his eyes, puzzled.But soon, Zhong Liang came to his senses.

Although he didn't understand what it meant, Zhong Liang hugged him happily.The opportunity that came so hard to come by is not in vain.

However, as soon as Zhong Liangcai happily embraced Su Bian's waist, Su Bian tore away the hand around his waist like an electric shock.

It's not deliberate, but a subconscious action of the body.

Zhong Liang was inexplicable: "...My lord?"

Su Bian said expressionlessly: "Okay, step back."

Zhong Liang was lost.

Su Bian stood there with a sullen face, his expression had become extremely ugly.

Why didn't he react as before when Xuan Yue hugged him?

Zhong Liang was reluctant to part, but he had to listen to what the adults said.

Zhong Liang pouted, and before he left, he still couldn't hold back, and asked, "The one on Sir's neck...was it bitten by a mosquito?"

Zhong Liang pointed to his lord's neck.

Su Bian was stunned for two seconds. After two seconds, he remembered something, and his face immediately became even uglier.

After a while, Su Bian replied yes with a cold face.

Zhong Liang let out an oh, and backed away without the slightest doubt.

the other side.

Yue-yao came to the door of the Zhuang mansion, and knocked lightly on the door.

The doorman opened the door, looked at Yueyao standing outside the door, and asked in a daze, "...Miss Yue?"

Yue Yao smiled slightly: "Is your adult here?"

The doorman blinked and turned to call someone.

It was because Huai'an's case was not finished, so I forgot to draw.

After handing over Huai'an's case to Qiu Qingxi, he forgot to draw because of Xuan Yue.

It wasn't until this time that the servants came to tell Su Bian that Miss Yue of the Prime Minister's Mansion invited him over, that Su Bian remembered this incident belatedly.

After thinking about the painting, Su Bian twitched the corners of his mouth, mocking.

He was still struggling with the question that he would like Xuan Yue just now...

There is nothing to tangle.

Everything here is just virtual.

Everything is the product of Su Yin's pen.

Live or die, all in an instant.

The only thing he really has to struggle with is...

Just how to get out of here.

Su Bian glanced at the servant beside him, and said calmly, "I know. Miss Huiyue, I will go right away."

The servant respectfully replied yes, and then stepped back.

Behind her, Bizhu still remembered her lord's road-crazy attributes, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "My lord, do you want your slaves to go with you?"

Su Bian didn't turn his head back: "No need."

Bizhu replied yes and said no more.

Su Bian straightened his clothes with a sullen face, until the hickey marks on his neck were almost covered, and then he went to the prime minister's mansion leisurely.

Su Bian is already a 'regular visitor' of the Prime Minister's Mansion, if he is someone else, the guards standing outside the door will stop him.If he wanted to change to Su Bian, he simply pretended to turn a blind eye.

Su Bian stood outside the prime minister's mansion and knocked lightly on the door.

The doorman quickly opened the gate.

After opening the gate, the doorman saw that it was Su Bian, so he didn't even say a word, and turned sideways to let Su Bian enter the mansion.

If there is no accident, it should have been greeted in advance.

The scene in the prime minister's mansion remained the same as before.

Quiet and quiet.

There are only a few servants in the mansion, and there is not a single guard in sight.Without a trace of popularity, she is as cold as Long Jingying.

Su Bian stepped into the mansion, and after a while, Yue Yao greeted him.

Yue Yao bowed to Su Bian and said softly, "Lord Jiu Qing is here."

Su Bian hummed, and asked, "Where is Master Qiantose?"

Yue Yao smiled slightly, "My lord is falling asleep, so I will call you now. Lord Jiuqing can go around the mansion first."

Su Bian responded blankly.

Yue-yao bowed again and slowly backed away.

It is clear that Yueyao came to invite Su Bian to the mansion just now, if not for Long Jingying's instruction, Yueyao is a servant, how could she dare to invite Su Bian over casually.

But this time, when Su Bian came over, Yueyao said that Long Jingying was still asleep. , No matter how you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

However, at this time Su Bian was fully focused on painting, so he didn't notice the contradictions in Yueyao's words at all.

After Yueyao retreated, Su Bian was the only one left.

Su Bian stood there and looked around for a moment, then walked in the direction in memory after two seconds of silence.

Although Su Bian has a bad sense of direction, he has a good memory.

Su Bian fumbled towards the direction of the study.

The prime minister's mansion is huge, and although Su Bian has a good memory, he still got lost several times.

When returning to the original location for the fifth time, Su Bian finally found the study by mistake.

Su Bian stood outside the study and looked up quietly into the study.

But it's a bit strange to say.

Yue-Yao said she was going to call for someone, but almost an hour passed, and they still haven't appeared.

It's as if...

Specially set aside time for Su Bian to find the way.

If Su Bian had paid a little attention, he might have noticed something was wrong.But Su Bian's attention has been attracted by the things in the study.

Su Bian stared at the paintings in the study, slowly raised his foot, and walked in.

Not far behind, Long Jingying silently watched Su Bian stepping into the study with a calm expression.

Yue-Yao stood quietly behind Long Jingying, bowed her head and said nothing.

There is an unwritten rule in the prime minister's mansion.

Except for Yueyao who has served Long Jingying for many years, no one else is allowed to step into the study.

——Even the emperor of the current dynasty, the emperor of Jin can't do it.

The painting hangs quietly on the wall, motionless.

The face in the portrait is still the one Su Bian is very familiar with.

Su Bian slowly raised his foot forward, raised his hand, and touched the face on the painting.

The touch of the hand is no different from that of ordinary drawing paper, but because of the paint, it looks a little rough.

Su Bian frowned, with a strange expression.

Could it be that this painting is really just an ordinary painting?

Su Bian touched the painting again, and even looked at the back of the painting, but still found nothing.

No mezzanine, nothing else.

As Su Bian saw, it was just a simple painting.

Su Bian stopped, stared at his own face in the painting, frowned and pondered.

But for some reason, Su Bian always felt that this painting was not that simple.

Could it be that the writing hidden in the painting will be revealed only after wetting the painting with water and drying it on a candlestick like in the TV series?

Su Bian thought.

But there is no water on the side, and there are no so-called candlesticks.

Moreover, if the painting is wet now, the servants will definitely find out later.And servants generally wouldn't step into the study easily, so the only 'prisoner' could only be Su Bian.

Long Jingying already doubted his identity, if he wet the painting for no reason, it would be tantamount to telling Long Jingying who he is.

It's not that he's afraid of Long Jingying.

It was just subconsciously telling Su Bian that it would be more troublesome for Long Jingying to know his true identity.

As for the trouble, he didn't know.

Su Bian stared at the paintings on the wall for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of some unfinished paintings on the desk next to him.

Su Bian's face is also on the painting.

Oh no, to be precise, they should all be unfinished faces.

For some unknown reason, each piece was only half drawn, and then it did not continue.

Su Bian is very familiar with his own face.Only half of the painting was drawn, and the remaining half had automatically emerged in Su Bian's mind.

Su Bian looked at the painting, picked up the thin brush on the table and put it down gently, filling in the remaining half.

After two strokes, Su Bian stared at the painting on the table, as if he just realized what he was doing, and was shocked.

Su Bian immediately put down his pen.

He stood in front of the desk, staring at the paintings that filled the entire desk, silent.

At this time, Yue Yao's voice suddenly came from outside the study.

Yue Yao softly called: "Lord Jiuqing, where are you? If you hear it, please respond—"

Su Bian paused, looked back at the painting, then turned and stepped out of the study.

Su Bian took a few steps forward, and after a little distance from the study, he responded, "I'm here."

Yueyao looked at the sound, smiled slightly, and said: "Your Excellency just woke up, you stay in the lobby for a while, Your Excellency will be there soon."

Su Bian hummed, followed Yueyao towards the lobby.

After Su Bian left, Long Jingying, who had just woken up in Yueyao's mouth, stepped into the study with a blank expression.

Long Jingying stared at the paintings on the wall for a moment, then slowly turned her gaze to the desk beside her.

The writing brush on the desk had obviously been touched.because it was not placed in its original location.

Long Jingying walked unhurriedly to the desk, stared at the two extra strokes on the painting, slowly raised her hand, and stroked them lightly.

Long Jingying originally did not believe in such fallacies as death and resurrection.

But now... I believe it.

Su Bian came to the lobby and found a seat to sit down.

After sitting for a while, Long Jingying finally arrived late.

According to common sense, as the master of Xiangfu, he should sit in the most conspicuous seat in the lobby.

But this time, Long Jingying did not sit on the main seat, but sat down beside Su Bian in a leisurely manner.

Long Jingying sat down, her thin lips parted slightly: "Master Zhuang is a little late."

Su Bian opened his mouth to explain: "The affairs of the Taiqing Court are complicated. After two days of processing, there was a slight delay."

Long Jingying hummed, her voice was neither cold nor calm: "Really."

Su Bian couldn't figure out what Long Jingying was thinking, so he said: "I have neglected my lord, and I hope that my lord Qiantui will forgive me."

Long Jingying's voice was as cold and distant as always.

Long Jingying said lightly: "Master Zhuang, as long as you remember it."

Su Bian remained silent.

After a moment of silence, Su Bian went straight to the point.

Su Bian opened his lips, and said in a calm manner: "The face in the painting is similar to an old friend of the lower officials, so I paid extra attention."

Long Jingying listened quietly without speaking.

Su Bian continued without blushing, "However, I just don't know if the person in the painting is the old friend I knew... Xiaguan may have the courage to ask Lord Chitose, what is the person in the painting?"

What's your name? "

Long Jingying uttered two words, "Su Bian."

Su Bian's body froze for a while before returning to normal.

Su Bian looked away, forced himself to be calm, and pretended to be regretful: "So it wasn't."

Long Jingying looked calm and said nothing.

After a while, Su Bian tentatively asked, "What is the relationship between the people in Lord Chitose's painting...?"

Hearing this, Long Jingying slowly turned her face away.

After the two looked at each other blankly for a while, Long Jingying spoke in a calm manner and asked, "What does Master Zhuang think?"

Su Bian was expressionless: "The lower officials don't know."

Long Jingying said lightly: "...Master Zhuang will know in the future."

Long Jingying's voice was understated, but her expression was the same as before, without any change.

But for some reason, Su Bian always felt that the seven words that Long Jingying just said contained other different meanings.

At this time, Yueyao appeared in the lobby, and said to Long Jingying respectfully, "My lord, lunch is ready."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look in Su Bian's direction again.

Yue Yao smiled slightly at Su Bian, and said softly, "It's just right, Mr. Zhuang will also stay and have lunch together."

Su Bian was slightly taken aback, subconsciously preparing to refuse.

But in the next second, Yueyao smiled and said: "According to my lord's order, there is no green onion, ginger and garlic in the dishes, so don't worry, Lord Jiuqing."

What did Long Jingying order?

Su Bian was startled, and looked in Long Jingying's direction.

The latter looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened.