CHAPTER XVII

Su Ying took care of himself with a chopstick vegetarian dish, picked up a kidney bean and put it in his mouth, before he could bite it, a pair of chopsticks put down most of the fish in his bowl and then flew away.

Su Ying didn't react for a while, his eyes followed the chopsticks to the dining table, and the owner of the chopsticks slammed a chopstick and roasted a suckling pig into a vermilion, pulled out an exaggerated arc again, and put it into his bowl.

The suckling pig was roasted very tender, and the small pieces could be easily sandwiched, but what he put in his bowl was a small half of the suckling pig's legs.

Su Ying leaned back in gratitude, and couldn't help but be in awe of the owner of the chopsticks.

The center of his eyebrows twitched slightly, and Su Ying stammered a little: "No need, I-come by myself." Taking advantage of his "come by yourself" three words, there was another chicken leg in the bowl.

Su Ying looked at the porcelain bowl with gold rim embedded in the palm of his hand, decisively reached out and grabbed the wrist of the owner of the chopsticks, looked into his eyes, and shook his head categorically.

The owner of the chopsticks widened his eyes and looked very puzzled, and his voice was very soft: "Thin ......" He thought about it and added very seriously: "Hands." ”

Su Ying suddenly felt that the muscles in his face began to twitch again—what was the use of a soft voice, he acted like he was afraid that no one would know—a thought suddenly flashed in Su Ying's heart: it turned out that Qiluan actually wanted to tell others in this way that he was his.

The corners of Su Ying's mouth twitched, a little displeased, "Your Majesty forgives the sin, and the grass people are afraid that they will not be blessed." ”

"You don't eat?"

Qiluan was a little defiant, and his two heroic eyebrows with a hint of beauty almost stood upside down.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and Su Ying leaned back on the chair behind him, squinting at Qiluan.

What happened to Qiluan? What happened to the Spirit Emperor? In the memory of his previous life, Qiluan had never passed by.

Qi Luan's eyes narrowed, and for a moment Su Ying thought he was going to get angry. The eyes of the people at the table were all staring at them, and Su Shangshu couldn't help but want to speak several times, and once again wiped his head with his sleeve unabashedly covered with cold sweat.

"You little conscienceless...... So you say, what do you want to eat? Although Qiluan lowered his voice so low that only Su Ying and the two of them could hear it, the familiar doting tone still made Su Ying stunned.

Back then, Qiluan used this tone to talk about himself.

The familiar warmth welled up in her heart, and Su Ying couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and looked away with a little embarrassment.

Qiluan was also slightly stunned, he smiled, thousands of years have passed, and finally saw Su Ying again and saw him smile.

Qiluan quieted down for a moment, restrained his tone a little excessively, and said lightly and quietly: "Su Laoshangshu, let me ask more, how old is the third prince this year?" ”

This guy's face became too fast, and Su Ying felt that she had to beware of becoming neurotic sooner or later with him.

A while ago, he was still infatuated and bitter, but now he has a solemn and serious face.

Su Shangshu almost forgot to answer, and finally suddenly woke up and said: "Back to Your Majesty, Xiao'er is 179 this year, and he will just be an adult in six months." ”

Qi Luan nodded thoughtfully, and continued solemnly: "Is there a Xu family?" ”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Sure enough, His Majesty Emperor Qiluan, who has been infatuated for more than 2,000 years, was moved......

Su Ying pulled his face and did not express his displeasure.

He didn't like Qiluan's feelings that treated him as a subordinate, just like treating a woman.

But thinking about it carefully, back then, Qiluan never seemed to treat him as a man, as if he would eventually become his harem, and he was just a male concubine or male queen.

Su Ying was a little unhappy in her heart.

In his previous life, he couldn't bear it, let alone in this life...... Su Ying didn't want to be his vassal, he had his own goals.

Su Shangshu had a flattered expression on his face, and his beard curled up, "No, not yet!" After thinking about it, he added: "The child is stubborn, and he is very casual on weekdays, and the minister is afraid-"

"Exactly."

Su Ying coldly interrupted the old man's addition, "The grass people are very casual, and this marriage is a major matter, and you have to make your own decisions, I hope Your Majesty and my father will be considerate." ”

Qiluan smiled, but there seemed to be something in his eyes, and he didn't say anything.

However, there were a few more drops of sweat on Su Zhong's head.

Glancing at Qiluan lightly, Su Ying stood up abruptly and said, "The grass people suddenly feel unwell, and want to go down to rest for a while, hoping that Your Majesty and Father will be fulfilled." Su Zhong looked at Qiluan carefully, and saw Qiluan nodding before saying, "Go down." Su Ying almost immediately turned around indifferently and walked back to the backyard.

In fact, Su Ying admitted that he was even a little afraid of staying with Qiluan, afraid that if he stayed for a second longer, he would become Ling Yan who fell in love with Qiluan two thousand years ago, and he was afraid that if he looked at him more, he would repeat the miserable mistakes of Ling Luan.

But...... I have to admit that Su Ying doesn't hate him either. I don't hate his flattery, I don't hate his approach, I don't hate his casualness, I don't hate his pretending to be stupid......

"Childe is in a good mood today." As soon as he stepped into the door, Ning Qing's voice rang out.

Su Ying was shocked by his words, and secretly thought for a long time, could it really be that because of a few words, he would ......

"Ning Qing, help me change my clothes." Su Ying reached out and touched the golden crown on his head. Ning Qing looked at him and didn't speak, as if she felt a little sorry for her work.

Ning Qing's hand was very skillful, and after a while, he took off the heavy golden crown on his head that made his neck hurt. Losing the shackles of the golden crown, his hair fell from his head. Suddenly, his head cleared up a lot.

Su Ying took off her expensive and delicate red dress and changed into a more comfortable pale green silk dress, and her long smooth hair was tied up with a headband of the same color.

Su Ying patted the folds in front of his clothes, and was just about to stand up, when he suddenly heard someone calling him outside the door.

"I'll wait a long time, and if you don't come out, I'll break in."

Su Ying froze in place for a moment, then walked to the door suspiciously and pushed the door open.

Qiluan was standing in the courtyard at the door, the clear moonlight reflected on his body and face, making him more and more unearthly and handsome as a fairy. He was dressed differently from the clothes just now, a set of navy blue black clothes, delicate silver silk embroidered edges, his hair was no longer a formal hairstyle, a small and exquisite silver crown was tied on his head, and a silk folding fan was inscribed with a chic poem in his hand. He had a pleasant smile on his face, not indifferent, but clearly visible from under his eyes.

Qiluan took two steps towards him.

Su Ying also had to admit at this time that Qiluan's beauty was indeed one of the best in the spirit world.

"It's a quick change," he looked a little regretful that he couldn't break through the door, but just turned sideways and made a gesture of please, "Please." ”

Su Ying looked at him, and finally lowered his shoulders and picked the corners of his eyes, and said teasingly, "Did I say that I agreed to His Majesty's invitation?" ”

Qiluan raised one eyebrow and smiled provocatively: "Did I say that I would have to go through your consent?" ”

Su Ying narrowed her eyes and was about to speak. Qiluan put away the folding fan with a "snap", walked quickly towards Su Ying, grabbed his hand and turned his head and walked out.

"Huh! Qiluan, you let go. Su Ying struggled.

As soon as the words came out, Su Ying was stunned for a moment, and then changed his words, "Please let go of Your Majesty." ”

"It's called Qiluan, there's nothing wrong with it."

Turning the corner, the sound disappeared in the distance, Ning Qing held on to the door, and frowned silently. That person is Emperor Qiluan...... Ning Qing knew very well that in fact, if Gongzi wanted to get out, he could have called him before going out, but Gongzi didn't. After closing her eyes for a moment, Ning Qing walked back to the room.

Tonight's moon is exceptionally clear and round.