I am fickle

Xitian sage Hegui is a gentle young man with a smile as clear as water, Duan Qingshang glanced at him coldly: "Sage?"

Hegui smiled, and poured a cup of tea for her gently, "Just call me Hegui, Princess Qingshang."

Duan Qingshang sat down with a bit of surprise, and smelled the faint fragrance of bamboo leaf tea, "Young Master Hegui doesn't look like a majestic sage, but rather a frail scholar."

"While swords and swords are as delicious as tea and ancient books are as pleasant to the eye, Princess Qingshang is also different from what I thought."

Duan Qingshang took a sip, raised his eyes and said, "I don't know what Hegui thinks of me? My daughter's family is weak?"

"Didn't Princess Qingshang say that I was a weak scholar just now, why do you say that my daughter's family is weak now? Could it be that a scholar is equal to a daughter's family?"

Duan Qingshang smiled awkwardly, and waved his hands to explain, "No, it's Qingshang's unscrupulous words, and I hope Mr. Hegui will forgive me."

Compared with Shengjun, she still prefers to call him son.

He Gui smiled heartily, and said: "But if I am a frail scholar and you are a frail lady, you are really a perfect match."

Duan Qingshang almost spit out a mouthful of tea. She always thought that the Holy Lord Xitian was a very serious and boring person, but she couldn't believe that the Holy Lord had such a humorous side.

"I really don't know that Shengjun is so interesting?"

"You don't know a lot, and you can gradually understand it in the future."

Duan Qingshang frowned, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Shengjun, I..."

Hegui glanced at her casually, continued to play with the jade fan in his hand, and smiled heartily: "The Holy Monarch is too born, you should call me Hegui, I feel very comfortable when you call me Hegui."

Duan Qingshang looked at him with a serious face, and coughed a few times: "My father has met you, and the marriage between you and me must not be agreed."

"Why?"

Now everyone in the Immortal Palace expects to use the thread of marriage to tie his hands and feet, how could she say that as the third princess, and besides, he is also born with a good appearance, what does it not suit her heart?

Duan Qingshang smiled, gently touched the carved patterns on the table with his slender fingers, and said, "No reason, I don't want it."

"The third princess is really an interesting person, she is really different from those girls I have met."

"Why are only men able to go to the battlefield with swords? Why are women only gentle and virtuous? We are only a man. Immortal Palace, I will use my blood to protect it, but if this method is used, then What's the difference between stabbing my heart with a sword?"

He Gui stared blankly at the heroic woman in front of him, and unconsciously took her hand: "I still think of it as a blooming fragrance, but it doesn't look like a sharp dagger."

Duan Qingshang put away the flustered look in his eyes, slowly withdrew his hand, and He Gui lowered his eyes and said: "I'm sorry."

"Do you still dare to marry a woman like me?" There was a contemptuous smile in her eyes, and He Gui nodded slightly.

"I'm quite interested in you right now, and it's even more heart-thumping."

Duan Qingshang felt dizzy and said tremblingly, "You...you...do you know what you're talking about?"

Which man doesn't like gentle and virtuous women, how could this Xitian Shengjun...

"Of course I'm different from those ordinary people. They don't know how to appreciate it. I appreciate it. Qingshang, I'm happy to see you."

"Sage, please don't joke with Qingshang."