It can be said that Zhao Huajin has begun to peep at the cinnabar mole on Youhuan's collarbone from the first time she saw it.

Now that I've seen it again, I want to bite it inexplicably.

Naturally, Youhuan would not understand what Zhao Huajin was thinking now, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was notoriously pure-hearted and unapproachable, so of course she would not know that the cinnabar mole on her collarbone had been remembered for a long time.

Zhao Huajin's eyes were dark, and she stepped forward and leaned over.

Youhuan's expression froze, and she leaned back in accordance with Zhao Huajin's leaning movements.

For some reason, Youhuan always felt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was looking at her at this moment...... A bit ferocious?

Looking at each other, it was Zhao Huajin who lowered his gaze first, his gaze fell on Youhuan's pale pink lips, and then fell down, along the snow-white placket, with a beautiful neck line, and a cinnabar mole on the slightly raised collarbone.

Zhao Huajin's throat tightened slightly, and she couldn't help but reach out and tap her index finger on the cinnabar mole.

"Is it just this one cinnabar mole?" Zhao Huajin asked suddenly, and leaned a little closer.

Youhuan held her breath, her face couldn't help but feel a fever, and she replied honestly: "On the back...... And one more. ”

When she was still in King Rong's mansion before, the grandmother who was waiting for her to bathe once met her and told her that there was also a cinnabar mole on her back near the butterfly bone on her right shoulder.

A laugh overflowed from Zhao Huajin's lips, he leaned over to Youhuan's ear, and his voice was hoarse, "Okay, I'll show it to Bengong next time." ”

You Huan couldn't help but open her eyes wide, she was surrounded by the elegant lotus fragrance for a while, her soft lips were attached to her placket, and she could feel a touch of heat through a thin layer of fabric.

You Huan remembered the cinnabar mole that Zhao Huajin asked about, and then realized that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted to kiss the cinnabar mole on her collarbone.

You Huan's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, all the sensual acuity was concentrated on the touch, and the heart lake was messed up by this kiss, and You Huan forgot to push him away for a while.

Until the palace people outside came to remind, "His Royal Highness the Prince, it's time to go." ”

Only then did Zhao Huajin let go of the hand holding Youhuan, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and hid her uncontrollable emotions.

But when he raised his eyes to look at Youhuan, the emotions inadvertently revealed at the end of his eyes couldn't hide from Youhuan, and Youhuan could see Zhao Huajin's thoughts.

Youhuan breathed a sigh of relief and opened her mouth to say something.

Zhao Huajin said first: "Baili Youhuan, there are many men in this world who have become crazy and demons for you. ”

You Huan couldn't help but clasp her fingertips.

"Hongu may be soon."

There seemed to be a ball of fireworks exploding in his heart, and it wasn't until Zhao Huajin left with someone that Youhuan reacted to what Zhao Huajin said.

Youhuan lay on the bed, the hall was quiet for a long time, and grabbed the brocade quilt next to him to cover his entire head.

The fair-skinned wrists were slightly red at the moment, and the beautiful face under the quilt was dyed with a layer of red color, and the deer's eyes were uneasy and ashamed, but there was a hint of joy.

This is the first time His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has said such things to her.

"Woo......" Youhuan Dou's mind was entangled, and he curled up in the quilt and called.

The luncheon was held in the Hanyuan Palace, and Emperor Rong wanted to reward the meritorious ministers, transfer the official position, and transfer the power, so the female dependents were not allowed to participate.

The ladies and relatives had lunch with Queen Li in other palaces, and after eating, they went to the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers.

The dinner party on the pavilion and water pavilion is their home field, and the daughters or princes and county lords who enter the palace know that tonight is their chance to become phoenixes.