Ingenuity

Qingyan has almost become nervous these two days.

Whenever Yan Zhi approached him within three steps, there would be a strange "crow" cry loud and clear.

As soon as Yan Zhi approached Qingyan and wanted to have a little fun, he was startled by the sudden sound of crows. Qingyan turned around in surprise, just in time to see Yan Zhi frowning his gentle eyebrows, "I didn't remember that there would be crows before, why? Have you been hearing crows lately?"

Qingyan sighed, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, forced himself to put on a smile, "Some voice is better than no voice."

"what?"

Qingyan shook her head, concealing the worry in her eyes, lowered her head, picked up the pastry and took a bite.

Chewing and chewing, a hand stretched out, Yan Zhi stretched out his thumb, and wiped the corner of Qingyan's mouth lightly and quickly.

Qingyan was startled, and hid back like a conditioned reflex; Yan Zhiben's affectionate eyes were caught off guard by his obvious avoidance, and he showed his disappointment in front of Qingyan without hiding anything.

Qingyan's heart twitched for no reason.

Yan Zhi withdrew his hand fixed in the air, lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Finally answered that sentence.

Do not break out in silence, but pervert in silence.

Yan Zhi asked coldly, "Do you hate me?"

He sat there with his head down, like a lonely scholar, Qingyan knew his mood without seeing his expression.

A crow croaked above his head, not wanting to break the atmosphere but feeling that he had to make a sound.

"Acridine~acridine~"

Qingyan stabilized her mind, feeling that she was about to go crazy.

"How come...you are the prince..."

"Snapped!"

Before Qingyan finished speaking, Yan Zhi suddenly extended a hand and slapped the teacup on the table hard, the cup was smashed, and the tea mixed with blood slowly flowed down the table.

Qingyan didn't dare to say anything, "Prince..."

Yan Zhi was already trying his best not to be so perverted, but there was still deep resentment in his tone, "I like you, you know. You know I don't want to hear you say these things."

"You were awake that day, right?"

Yan Zhi finally raised his head to look at Qingyan, his eyes were flushed, "It's not that you don't care about me, why do you hang on to me so hard that I'm making myself miserable? If you hate it, say you hate it, if you like it, you like it..."

Qingyan could no longer be sloppy at this time, "You are the prince of a country, you will become the proud son of heaven, you should marry a concubine and have children, and be surrounded by beautiful women. The villain is just an incompetent person who doesn't even know who he is. Can you ruin the prince's reputation because of me?"

Yan Zhi's trembling hand finally clenched his fist slowly, and the resentment in his eyes finally turned into loneliness, "It really is because of this, did you already know..."

Qingyan sold Zhuang Hansu without hesitation, "King Han told me that you and Princess Pingxin will get married."

"..."

"Prince, you shouldn't be obsessed with the villain. The prince has a future for the prince, and the villain also has a place for the villain."

Yan Zhi brushed his head up, tears glistened in his eyes, "Are you going to Zhuang Hansu's place?"

Qing Yan was asked about the pain, she didn't speak, just took out a clean blue handkerchief from her skirt, stood up and walked to Yan Zhi's side, knelt down on one knee, and gently wrapped Yan Zhi's hand.

"If the prince is willing, I will always follow the prince."

A sincere promise, he gave it so happily, so easily, that people have no place to put their emotions.

Yan Zhi gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to pull him into his arms.

"It's time to ask a doctor to deal with it, so that the wound won't get worse."

Yan Zhi grabbed the wrist of Qingyan who was about to leave, his voice trembling, and asked in a low voice, "Will you always be by my side..."

Qingyan didn't look back, "If the prince doesn't give up, I won't leave."

Qingyan thought that night, he simply had nothing, why not just walk with his heart?Even if he and Ping Xin finally get married, he can enjoy it for a short time until the day when problems have to come.

But Zhuang Hansu completely disturbed him.It reminded him that if he did not draw a clear line with Yan Zhi, the empress and Zhuang Hansu would become an insurmountable gap.

Only then will life be worse than death.

When it is interrupted, it will suffer from chaos.

Qingyan knew, but he just couldn't help it.

Walking to the corner, Qingyan leaned against the wall, Lingjiu obediently appeared, and thoughtfully said: "My lord ordered me to see all the reports I heard, word for word."

Qingyan didn't speak, Lingjiu glanced at Qingyan's expression, and said righteously: "But Lingjiu decided to miss something."

If they knew what happened today, their princes would have to go crazy on the spot.

"Your lord..." Qingyan said slowly, looking up at the sky quietly, "Why are you obsessed with torturing me?"

"Our prince said that you are an old friend who was lost and found."

"Lost and found..." Qingyan murmured softly, closing her eyes, her voice sounded exhausted as if she had just run 8 kilometers, "Next time, change your voice, it won't waste your throat."

Lingjiu thought about it solemnly and seriously for a while, "Do you like it, Mr. Sparrow?"

Qingyan waved his hand, Lingjiu ran faster than anyone else.It disappeared in a blink of an eye.

A prince, a prince, do you want anyone?Why do you keep staring at him?

Qingyan, who has not yet metamorphosed, only feels tired and flustered.

On this side, Lingjiu, who was pretending not to see it, didn't report everything, if it wasn't for fear that the now dark-faced prince would be crushed by him, he would have almost given a demonstration.

"Don't give up or leave? Keep following?" Zhuang Hansu gritted his molars and hooked the corners of his mouth eeriely, "Okay, I'll see how long you can hold on."