If Chi Qiu's face is a pool of autumn water that is calm and bottomless, then this Chi Xia's round face is full of simple, vivid and unweathered youthful innocence.

It's just that this lord of the Purple Country, how can he abolish the elder and the young, and set up this childlike and harmonious Chi Xia as the prince of the East Palace?

Xiao Yu couldn't help but think secretly.

"This Chi Qiu, who was born to a female official who accompanied the imperial study when he was a young man, has always been very disliked by the ministers of the court and the current queen mother. What's more, after the marriage of the lord of the country, he raised eyebrows with the current queen, and the plaice was deeply in love, Chi Xia was the queen's biological son, so he was naturally the undisputed candidate for the crown prince. ”

As if he saw Xiao Yu's question, Nangong Ping explained lightly on the side.

Oh, that's it! It turns out that even if you travel to this distant five-color continent, this bloody TV series plot is being staged every day.

Xiao Yu nodded thoughtfully, and peeked through many tables.

From afar, I only saw the white-robed man who was as plain as an ancient well, sitting there alone, with his head down, quietly drinking wine.

Around, so many laughter and laughter, and so many courteous greetings, as if none of them were integrated into his world.

All he had in mind at the moment seemed to be a table in front of him, and a pot of wine that could easily get drunk.

Ah, this Autumn Prince, looking at the demeanor of others in front of him, in fact, he is also a relatively unlucky guy!

Xiao Yu sighed silently.

Unguarded, Nangong Ping beside him said abruptly;

"Yu'er, this king saw that you were murderous in the past, but you didn't have any special discomfort. How is it that just a few words are just spoken, and so much compassion is born? Why, as soon as I met the Buddha, I began to try to change my temperament? ”

Xiao Yu glanced back at Nangong Ping, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Well, such a tone of voice to himself had never been seen before, in his condescending attitude.

It's surprising that a few simple words can be said so awkwardly.

Wiping his face wearing a bland mask, Xiao Yu hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but ask:

"Qi, listening to the tone of the prince just now, it seems to be, could it be, a little, vinegar?"

Huo Ran turned around, Nangong Ping's eyes flashed, and then he replied slowly:

"Is that how you feel it? Just, is it possible? ”

Xiao Yu was suddenly relieved;

"Yes, Yu'er doesn't think it's possible. In other words, the two of us are just simple friends, and they should only be as light as water, as light as water. It's too complicated, so I should leave it for those ladies with golden branches and jade leaves to think about it slowly, and for us, we don't have to worry about it. Come on, come on, lord, please drink, please drink. ”

Sullenly drank a large cup, and somehow, Xiao Yu felt that the face of the prince of Nangong beside him seemed to become more and more unsightly.

Xiao Yu lowered her eyebrows, secretly vigilant, and did not dare to provoke her at will.

I only found a cup that looked quite clean elsewhere, avoided it far away from the corner of the table, poured a glass of wine from the pot, and drank it slowly.

After keeping his head down for a long time, Xiao Yu, who had always been sensitive, suddenly felt that there was a burning gaze, and he was stubbornly throwing it towards his side.

When he looked up, Xiao Yu found that it was the lonely Qiu Wangye, who was facing his side, and raised his glass from afar.

Uh, why did this good-looking man like a white lotus have the same taste as that Nangong prince, and suddenly became unique?

Or, in his eyes, he was originally the best male god Nangong Wang Ye who was killed by both men and women?

Xiao Yu didn't have time to think about it, just lazily raised the cup in his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one go.