Although Jing Che's voice was not as cold and gentle as before, this was not the answer Ye Dusheng wanted, so he simply went crazy and pushed Jing Che away hard: "So you still don't like me!" ”

After that, Ye Dusheng snorted coldly, didn't look at Jing Che, and turned around directly, Tsing Yi was half-open, his eyes were hazy with tears, his chin was against his arm, his eyes were lowered and his lip was biting, looking aggrieved.

"Your Highness......" Jing Che pulled his lips when he saw this, and called tentatively.

"Humph!" Ye Dusheng heard Jing Che call himself, he just pursed his lips and snorted coldly, he didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, but a smile quickly flashed in the peach blossom eyes where Jing Che couldn't see.

Staring at the back of Ye Dusheng's neck and being silent for a moment, Jing Che tried to call again: "Your Highness......"

Ye Dusheng's response was still arrogantly snorted, and said in a nasal voice: "Hmph, why are you calling this hall, you don't like this hall, and this hall doesn't like you anymore!" ”

"It's not ......" Jing Che wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only purse his lips and stare at Ye Dusheng: "Subordinate......"

Seeing that Jing Che was grinding and refusing to speak, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the rough cyan sword spike on the long sword, Ye Dusheng suddenly thought of something, sniffed, the corners of his lips slowly rose and choked: "Anyway, the main hall doesn't like you anymore, you ugly sword spike just throw it away." ”

After that, Ye Dusheng stretched out his hand and attacked the sword spike, but before his finger touched the sword spike, he was grabbed by Jing Che: "Your Highness, you can't throw ......"

Ye Dusheng snorted coldly: "Heh! The main hall is going to be thrown, can you control it? ”

Seeing that Jing Che was protecting the sword spike, Ye Dusheng stroked the scabbard and pulled out the long sword forcefully, so frightened that Jing Che quickly let go of the sword spike and grabbed Ye Dusheng's hand, and said helplessly: "Your Highness, don't touch it, be careful of hurting yourself." ”

Facing Jing Che's worried gaze, Ye Dusheng raised his chin and raised his eyebrows, stared at Jing Che with a squint, and said, "This hall likes it, what does it matter to you?" ”

"......" Jing Che was speechless, and could only stare at Ye Dusheng silently, this was the first time His Highness had spoken to him like this since they met, and he was inexplicably sullen and a little uncomfortable......

Biting his lip, Ye Dusheng glanced at Jing Che, slowly moved his head, and gently stroked the sharp sword body with cold air with his fingertips, seeing Jing Che clenching his fists with both hands, he was terrified, for fear that Ye Dusheng would be careless, and his white and tender fingers would be cut.

Gently tapping the blade of the sword, Ye Dusheng's long eyelashes turned up slightly, the flush on his cheeks had not yet dissipated, and his melodious voice like fine wine carried a hint of tiredness, and said slowly: "Jing Che, this sword was obtained by me begging your queen mother for a long time, do you like the sword?" ”

Standing beside Ye Dusheng, staring at Ye Dusheng's hand with sharp eyes, Jing Che nodded honestly and replied, "I like ......"

Hearing that Jing Che liked a sword so easily, Ye Dusheng pursed his lips, looked at the sword spike on the hilt, and said, "Then do you like this sword spike?" ”

This sword spike was made by him for Jing Che at that time, and he could have made it look better, but the age was there, so he deliberately made it rough and ugly.

But he didn't expect that the tassels of the sword spike had faded, but Jing Che still kept it and didn't replace it.

Jing Che also glanced at the sword spike, with a lot of emotions in his heart, but he still nodded: "I like ......"