The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

The second son of the Xiangfu was the most beautiful, and the people at the Shuiyun Banquet along the way didn't pay attention to admiring the flowers, but all focused on staring at these two people.

Lin Jingyun seemed to have been hanging around here for a long time, and when he saw a familiar girl, he greeted him with a smile, every time the girls saw him, they all blushed and covered it with veils.

Some people were bold enough to laugh at Lin Jingyun and said: "When did the second young master find this good-natured beauty? He didn't ask anyone to get to know him properly."

Lin Jingyun laughed: "It's just a distant cousin who always quarrels with me to come and play."

The man then giggled.

Shen Zhuoyu was beside him, bowing his head in silence, while holding his hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Lin Jingyun specially picked a place with a wide view to accompany him to see, this place is the most difficult to find on weekdays, so he purposely occupied this place a month in advance.

Shen Zhuo still remembered that time.

"At that time he was standing there, and all kinds of bees and butterflies flew towards him. They all begged him to play Yao Ji again, and asked my uncle to play Ye Luanfeng." The little emperor paused, The cinnabar imperial brush was pinched out by him, and a stream of blood was drawn mercilessly on the paper: "My brother, he is naturally more charming than flowers."

Lu Qingyi has been standing beside him without speaking.

It was snowing outside, and the little emperor was only wearing a dragon robe, so he didn't know if he was cold or not.

He frowned, with resentment in his eyes.

The little emperor didn't know about it yet, and still recalled to himself: "He was young at that time, and his appearance became more and more beautiful. As soon as he came out, everyone was shocked. Never seen such a beautiful people."

Shen Gucheng looked at Lin Jingyun at that time, his eyes were full of obsession: "Jingyun was born very well. It doesn't seem like he is like Yao Ji, but Yao Ji is like him."

As the little emperor spoke, his voice suddenly sank.

Shen Zhuo threw away the imperial pen, and he didn't close his eyes for several days and nights, so his eyes are now full of bloodshot eyes, looking sinister and frightening.

"Second Young Master of Xiangfu." He murmured.

At that time Shen Zhuo was just a child, even though he knew that Lin Jingyun would not leave him alone, he was still terribly frightened in his heart.

He waved away the crowd and squeezed in through the gap between the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.Lin Jingyun had finished the song, but the makeup on his face hadn't been removed yet. Seeing Shen Zhuo stumbling towards him, he laughed too. He bent down to rub the other person's head, maybe he would ask again In a word, is his appearance just now catchy?

Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Lingqiufu threw himself into his arms, he opened his mouth and bit his neck without saying a word.

Lin Jingyun was taken aback by him, and was almost pushed to the ground by Shen Zhuo.However, Shen Zhuo didn't care about it, his silver teeth fiercely pressed against his fair skin almost perfectly, and immediately bit a bloodstain on his neck.

"Hiss—" Lin Jingyun arched her body suddenly, her eyelashes trembling with pain.

He circled him and whispered helplessly, "Bite softly."

There was a snoring sound in Shen Zhuo's throat, as if he didn't hear what Lin Jingyun said at all, but still biting harder and harder, the pain caused Lin Jingyun to take a breath of cold air.

The peony flower that was originally inserted in his hair was ruined by him at some point, leaving only a few broken petals.

Lin Jingyun sighed secretly, he slowly patted Shen Zhuo's trembling back, and stretched out his hand to gather his messy hair behind his ears.

The Second Young Master's clothes were disheveled, his face was pale from the pain, but his brows and eyes were still gentle.

When Shen Zhuo calmed down completely and let go, Lin Jingyun let go of his hand as if he lost his strength, and murmured with a smile: "You really are a little wolf cub."