There must be gains and losses, and he lost the traitorous villain to get a good general and a loyal minister.|Among every two people who look at romance, there is an account that has registered an account on the network. But what does he need to lose if he wants to be stable? Under royal power, too many things are as small as grass.

Hu Qingchen didn't dare to think about it more, only lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his fingers to play with the red spikes hanging from the crescent stool, and sighed as if nothing.

Murong Qian didn't notice the slight change in Hun Qingchen's expression, took over the conversation, raised his eyebrows and quipped, "That...... What about being a husband? Is it okay too? ”

Hun Qingchen was stunned for a moment, the tassel of the red spike slipped through her fingers, she looked at the empty palm, hesitant and couldn't answer.

"It seems that ......" Murong Qian did not show the slightest displeasure, only lowered his smile slightly, and shook his head and said, "I feel that I am not a good husband!" ”

"I ......" Hun Qingchen's voice weakened unconsciously, "There is no ......"

"That's ......" Murong Qian stretched out his index finger and tapped his head, pretending to think seriously, "The beads I gave you yesterday didn't suit your heart?" ”

Xun Qingchen was suddenly picked to the soft thorn in his heart, and he was suddenly unhappy, stared at Murong Qian, and pouted his cheeks: "You still dare to mention that bead!" ”

Murong Qian thought that Hun Qingchen should like the luster of the Night Pearl very much, so he deliberately asked this question, it was originally just a joke, how could he have thought that it would make Hun Qingchen suddenly angry.

Murong Qian restrained the smile on his face, and wondered a little, "What's wrong?" Don't like the Night Pearl? ”

Hu Qingchen bit his lower lip slightly, and threw out the hidden thorn in his heart: "Others send a bead, you also send a bead, what does it really mean?" ”

"A bead?" Murong Qian discerned the deep meaning in Hun Qingchen's words, looked at the gloomy look between Hun Qingchen's eyebrows, and understood in his heart. He shook his head and sighed helplessly, "It's for this, I just thought that you were afraid of the dark at night, and when you saw this thing, you sent someone to send it, how could you have thought about so much?" ”

"Besides, the former Tang Namei Concubine fell out of favor for many years, and Tang Xuanzong gave her a bead, which added to the loneliness, and you are the queen of my country, can I still snub you?"

Hearing this sincere confession, he knew that he was thinking too much, although his mouth was unyielding, but it was inevitable that he lacked confidence, and his voice gradually weakened, and in the end it was as subtle as a mosquito: "But you know that I am waiting for you, and you still ...... You've always been the most attentive ......."

"It's because I know you're waiting for me that I sent a bead!" Murong lost his patience, waved his hand, frowned and stood up, "Okay!" Come on! The more you talk about it, the more you can't tell! A piece of kindness was mistaken by you! If you don't like the bead, smash it! ”

Hu Qingchen's eyes drooped, covering the grievances in his eyes, and his ten fingers stirred on the red spikes on the side of the stool, without saying a word.

In fact, the girl's family makes her temperament just want to be coaxed, and she will obediently admit her mistakes if she coaxes more, but how do they know that the extra sentence is the last spark that burns out the patience of the person in her heart.

The air fell silent suddenly, there was no chatter, no pretentious explanations, only silence, extreme silence, suffocating silence.

Qingnu's footsteps appeared at the right time, and the soft-soled embroidered shoes rustled lightly into the silence, walked to the two of them, held the teapot, and gave a slight salute: "The lord of the country, Niangniang, Tieguanyin is ready!" ”

Murong Qian's nose let out a dull "um", and he flipped over a green jade cup casually. Qingnu veins poured amber tea juice, then put down the teapot and quietly retreated