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When Song Xian went to Guanyan Pavilion in the evening, Sui'er blocked the door. She lowered her head and only touched Song Xian's chest. There is no way to guess the appearance, "The king will come back later." He deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied and raised his hand to poke Sui'er's soft face, "So Sui'er, you have eaten and taken so many things from me. Why can't you serve me some snacks? Is it difficult to stop me?"

Sui'er gave him a blank look, "He is a saint, it's only right and proper."

Song Xian was choked by her, and he couldn't do anything to her, so he had no choice but to point her in the air, turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back.He walked for a while, but slowly stopped in his tracks because of thoughts that he couldn't explain clearly.

Song Xian stood on the spot and looked back at the Guanyan Pavilion on the mountain steps, which was indistinctly surrounded by smoke and clouds. He seemed to have made some decision and turned around to walk to the path on the other side.

His Majesty's martial arts is not that outstanding, but Li Fu was sent back to the capital by the emperor to handle errands, and it was indeed a piece of cake for the remaining palace maids, Song Xianyao, to avoid them.

Although the Yunshan Palace is exquisite and magnificent, it can't compare to the grandeur of the Pingjing Palace. The Guanyan Pavilion is only a small courtyard next to the mountain.

Song Xian jumped over the courtyard wall with his toes and landed lightly. He supported the quite old ginkgo tree in the courtyard, bypassed the maid who came out to hold the lamp according to the rules at dusk, and hid sideways in the corner of the corridor. Walking forward, he heard a short and lingering gasp coming from the open window, which inextricably fixed him in place.

It was Xiao Lingming's voice, but it was more lingering and charming than the one that fell on Song Xian's ear and neck.

"...for a while...for a while, isn't it obvious that you're coming...for dinner?" Xiao Lingming spoke in a breathless voice, mixed with the muffled sound of friction of trivial clothes and gold ornaments on the curtain middle.

There are obvious prevarications in his words, but they are the most unheard half-truths and half-false words in a man's bed.Song Xian could almost imagine Xiao Lingming's appearance, he was probably frowning, pretending to refuse with little effort, but actually he was trying to seduce people to do something further to him.

Song Xian vaguely heard his father laugh again, as if he had said something softly, Xiao Lingming begged for goodbye, and then whispered: "Minger... can you do it with your hands..." He His voice was getting lower and lower, probably because he didn't dare to shirk anymore.Then came the fine sound of water and a slightly painful and very attractive muffled hum.

—he didn't want to.

——Don't force him...don't treat him like this...

Song Xian was startled by the sudden sourness in his heart, and subconsciously pushed down the hand that Xuxu had fallen on the wall. Only then did he realize that his palm was icy cold in this midsummer ,

Of course he knew that it was not enough to rely on a unique face to be favored by the emperor's side, and he had to pay attention to flattering people in bed.He also clearly knows that all of this is just a way to invite pets, but knowing it is one thing, but bumping into it in person is another.

But Song Xian just felt that Xiao Lingming shouldn't be treated like this.

——He is such a good person.

——If it were me, if it were me... I would definitely not treat him like this.I will reassure him, let him know that he does not need to flatter him, and let him not be alarmed at every step, and he can know that he is taken seriously in his heart.

"... Hurry up... Come out quickly... After a while, Prince Rui is really coming." After a long time, Xiao Lingming's voice sounded like a soft bait on a sharp hook.He clearly took his embarrassment and timidity as a temptation, and exposed it to the emperor who owned him in a fair manner.

Song Xian retreated little by little until his hands holding on to the wall were gone, and he almost fell at the corner, then he quickly turned around and left as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He walked out all the way in a state of anxiety and almost ran into the guards who were looking for the way. Song Xian was preoccupied with something, and almost couldn't hold his gentle skin, "Don't you have eyes?"

He let out a stern voice, and then managed to free himself to suppress the depression in his heart. He took a deep breath and called out to a guard who was knocking on his shoes and kept pleading guilty, "I'm sorry, this king is worried about government affairs. , distracted for a while."

"My lord! You are here, I have been looking for you for a long time." Sui'er raised her hands, stood a few steps behind Song Xian against the golden afterglow of the sun, and called him with a smile.

Seeing Song Xian turned around, Sui'er took two steps forward, and waved to the guard who bowed to her and called Sui'er Aunt Gu'an, "Let's all go."

"The sage has invited you to have a meal together."

During the three or two greetings between her and the guards, Song Xian had already settled down his expression and mood, and immediately raised his lips and nodded to follow after hearing this.

Sui'er walked beside Song Xian. She was wearing a tube top and large sleeves in the style of a court lady, her breasts were half covered, her hair was in a snail bun and her temples were red, and the luxurious gold hairpin that Xiao Lingming inserted in her hair was not in the slightest. her natural color.

Song Xian seemed to have just realized that Sui'er also had good looks, and said casually: "Xiao Lingming entrusted you to me in the future, I feel that you have been wronged by going out of the palace to be an aunt. A courtier with good looks like you can marry, if If you want to climb further, the side concubine of the royal family is not out of the question."

She first gave a soft yah to Song Xian calling Xiao Lingming's name, and then gave Song Xian a warning look, "Be careful with your tongue!" Obviously she was very afraid that someone who cared about him would hurt Xiao Lingming, so she bit it after she finished speaking. Biting her lips, she answered Song Xian's question: "I... I will not marry, nor will I leave my mother. I will follow him for the rest of my life."

Song Xian looked Sui'er up and down with his head sideways, and suddenly said without warning, "You like him."

Sui'er was in a hurry, and couldn't hold her hand anymore, so she gently pushed Song Xian's arm, "What are you talking about!"

Song Xian smiled nonchalantly, just bent over and held Sui'er as if trying to pinch his hand, begging for mercy, and pushed back, "I'm the one talking too much, aunt, forgive me."

Sui'er's face turned crimson, and he didn't know whether it was anger or shame, and he cut his eyes severely, then withdrew his hand, returned the courtesy and waited for Song Xian to move forward.

Song Xian took two steps, but rarely looked down at the bluestone under his feet while walking, and said in a low voice, "Everyone likes him..."

——It was for myself.

However, until they could no longer be seen, just after the two drifted away and left behind the arch of hanging flowers, Prince Rui, who was dressed in dark green makeup and big sleeves, slowly walked out, her pair of long and narrow Tiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

She couldn't hear what the two said just now, but it also showed the intimacy between the two. She even felt that Song Xian had never relaxed so much with Yu Taotao.

No anger could be seen on Yu Ya's delicately drawn face.She just stared blankly, looking at the end of the distance where no one could be seen.

After a long time, Yu Ya smiled coldly, "The prince really likes this, the side concubine does, and so does this broken son."

Wenyue lowered her head, not daring to answer.

Yu Ya didn't need her to answer anymore, she lowered her head and looked at the round fan in her hand, the blue bird on it was slender neck, flapping its wings, and murmured, "It doesn't matter what he likes, it's not like me of……"

"Niangniang..." Wenyue persuaded in a low voice.

"Can't he see it? There is no real softness and kindness in the palace waiting for his preference..." There was a light and crisp click between Yu Ya's teeth. A gust of wind can take it away, "Do you like it even though you know it's fake?"

"...The real one is like a shoe, but the fake one is sweet." Yu Ya closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to think about it anymore, "Let's go."