After being teased by the crown prince

"Yeah." Song Hanming took a sip of wine, lifted Xu Huanshen's chin, and said, "I watched you grow up, Huanshen, you have a good family background and good looks. I believe in your charm. As long as you and Lu Ziyun spread the word Gossip, his engagement with the crown prince will definitely be cancelled."

"Right Prime Minister..."

Song Hanming said: "I know you like Nuoyun, after you help me with this matter, I will let Nuoyun marry you."

"Really? Thank you, Prime Minister!" Xu Huanshen's eyes were full of joy.

On the extended car, Steward Wen took out a cake from the refrigerator and handed it to Lu Ziyun. Lu Ziyun happily took it and began to eat it. He said, "By the way, Steward Wen, do you know Xu Huanshen from our school?"

"Xu Huanshen?" Wen Butler said, "Master Xu is Earl Su's nephew, a top student at Beicheng University, His Royal Highness, what's wrong?"

Lu Ziyun took a bite of the cake and said sullenly, "It's nothing..."

Steward Wen looked at Lu Ziyun with some doubts, and said, "Princess, your arrangement today is to practice the dance to be used in the wedding with the crown prince."

"Ah... I want to dance..." Lu Ziyun frowned, his limbs were a little uncoordinated, and this time he hurt his leg, Lu Ziyun frowned worriedly after eating the cake.

Back in the palace, Lu Ziyun hurriedly changed his clothes. The maid took him to the dance room. The dance room was surrounded by mirrors. Lu Ziyun stepped on the wooden floor and made a crisp sound. He raised his head and saw A painting shows the crown prince Luo Tingmiao, wearing royal clothes and ribbons. The facial features of the crown prince are very suitable for oil painting. The whole person looks deep, tall and handsome. The boy beside him is wearing a white dress, with delicate eyebrows and eyes , a little feminine, the whole person looks gentle and innocent.

Such a good-looking person, Lu Ziyun couldn't help sighing, but for some reason, seeing him and Luo Tingmiao standing side by side like this, Lu Ziyun felt a little sour in his heart, as if someone had poured a bottle of vinegar, what is going on with this feeling ah?

A pleasant and magnetic voice sounded behind Lu Ziyun: "He is Ruoqing."

Lu Ziyun turned her head abruptly and saw Luo Tingmiao in a neat suit. Lu Ziyun murmured, "So he is Mr. Mo Ruoqing..."

No wonder, he looks so good-looking, and he is still a savior, no wonder the crown prince never forgets him.

The uncomfortable feeling became stronger, Lu Ziyun frowned, why did Luo Tingmiao get close to him, he seemed to have a strange disease, something was wrong?

Luo Tingmiao looked at him and said, "Aren't we going to practice dancing?"

"Oh, yes! Steward Wen told me." Lu Ziyun said, Luo Tingmiao clapped his hands, the music sounded, Luo Tingmiao stretched out his hand towards Lu Ziyun, Lu Ziyun swallowed, and put his hand on the Crown Prince's hand .

Luo Tingmiao and Lu Ziyun danced slowly in the dance room. Lu Ziyun didn't dance, and his foot was injured, so he kept stepping on Luo Tingmiao, but Luo Tingmiao didn't feel anything. Lu Ziyun raised his head and found that he was watching Looking at the paintings on the wall, he looked at Mo Ruoqing with such a gentle and sad expression.

He must like Mo Ruoqing very much.This thought made Lu Ziyun even more sad. For some reason, he wanted to attract Luo Tingmiao's attention, and wanted him to only look at him at the moment.

"Luo Tingmiao..." Lu Ziyun stood on tiptoe, but there was a sharp pain in his ankle. He threw himself on Luo Tingmiao, and Luo Tingmiao, who was defenseless, hugged him and fell to the wooden floor of the dance room.

Lu Ziyun stared at Luo Tingmiao with wide eyes, the world seemed to be quiet, he only heard his own heartbeat...