"Really?" Su Yueming's eyes froze, and she said, "You have been walking around with some officials outside Beijing frequently recently, what do you want?" ”

As soon as the words fell, she was not surprised to see a rare shocked expression on Xuanyuan Qilin's face, and he was wondering, how could she know this.

Xuanyuan Qilin's eyes provoked a trace of vigilance, "Your father, Prime Minister Su Cheng, is secretly investigating me?" It was the only thing he could think of, the reason she knew where he was.

In the eyes of everyone, he is just a suave and suave prince who lingers in the Qinglou, does not want to make progress, and is even a little dull and idle.

He always felt that Su Yueming seemed to see something different about him, but he couldn't figure out how she could know about his such secret whereabouts, unless it was Su Buqing, an old thief, who investigated her.

The doubts in his eyes, Su Yueming saw all of them, and she said lightly, "Seventh Prince, you are by no means a thing in the pool, beauty is just a means to confuse the opponent, but the prince can never be just one person." ”

Xuanyuan Qilin's eyes were cold, he did feel some discomfort recently-

"You mean I have someone else's eyeliner next to me? Who? Third brother? Sixth brother, Prime Minister Su, Prime Minister Song, or, Prince? ”

"Who has been the hottest with the Seventh Prince recently?" Su Yueming put a jasmine petal into the cup, gently adjusted it with bamboo tweezers, and suddenly, a yellow jasmine floated on the tea soup.

The hottest? The doubts in Xuanyuan Qilin's eyes slowly dispersed, and the image of a person appeared in his mind, zuihou formed a yin ruthlessness, and there was a rare yin in the peach blossom eyes-

He, only him.

Su Yueming looked up at his misty peach blossom eyes, and a wave of heat gradually appeared in his eyes, and he spoke again-

"The seventh prince might as well give up the struggle for power, and be an idle prince with peace of mind, far away from the rivers and lakes, the temple is high, the song is high and the widow is low, and it is not so easy to sit."

Xuanyuan Qilin heard this and said, "Could it be that you are also like ordinary people, and you think that I am not worthy of that position." ”

"It's not worth it." Su Yueming didn't hide it at all, and her voice sounded emotionless......

"You ......" Xuanyuan Qilin was angry, a trace of flush appeared on his face, no one had ever dared to be so direct to him, and even challenged his bottom line.

She dared to do so, and she was not afraid, but he couldn't get angry with her, but felt that she was so straightforward, and there was no attraction to him.

He stared at Su Yueming for a long time, his eyes gradually became hot, and said, "If you really want me to be idle and ignore disputes, there must be such a person who is worthy of me to do this, and I will be inseparable from her white head." ”

The corners of Su Yueming's lips twitched slightly, her eyes wandered, the candle flame flickered with a clear light under her eyes, and she muttered, "I am the opposite of the Seventh Prince, in this life, I am not moved, I am not emotional, I don't love, I don't hate, I just want to live a life like this." ”

Not moved, not emotional, not loved, not hate.

Xuanyuan Qilin was surprised again, obviously she looked like a bright and quiet girl, and she hadn't even reached her prime, but she was like a person who had seen through the red dust and said such heartless words.

Looking closely, there seems to be a deep ink-colored sadness in her eyes.

His softness suddenly wanted to hug her into his arms and comfort her.

Thinking about it, he reached out to squeeze her palm, but she suddenly turned away and walked to the window, staring at the peach tree in the courtyard.

As soon as the wind blew, the peach blossoms fell, fluttering and sprinkling, like a beautiful gathering and dispersion.

His hand landed in mid-air.