"Or even more."

Shen Yaojin was in power, because he knew that Shi Wei would definitely agree.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, the atmosphere is quiet, and there is only the sound of the tea stove boiling for a while.

Shen Yaojin was not in a hurry, he tasted the tea indifferently, and his sharp and handsome face looked light.

After a while, Shi Wei, who had been keeping his head down, raised his head, his eyes were full of heat, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "The Seventh Highness said that these ministers don't want it." ”

Shen Yaojin raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, "Then what do you want?" ”

Shi Wei looks very graceful, with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, and he always seems to have a smile when he looks at people.

With a faint smile on his face, he looked calm, but in fact, his heart was trembling.

"I only want one person."

Shen Yaojin was quite interested, "Is there anyone who Master Shi can't get?" ”

Shi Weihua is famous, well-known for his romance, he is a frequent visitor to Yixiangyuan and Red Mansion, nostalgic in this warm township, I don't know how many confidantes, such a master of the love field, will there be prey that cannot be caught?

In my mind, I thought about the face I thought about day and night, delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, cold white complexion, thin and thin figure, and full and bright red lips.

Everywhere is incredible.

I want to hide and play with it day and night.

Shi Wei gritted his teeth, and his whole body felt like he was in a sea of fire because of the delusions in his mind.

I want to be calm, but I can't calm down at all.

His eyes were red, his nerves trembled slightly, and he was shouting for possession.

A slightly trembling voice uttered the man's name.

"Shen Yue."

Shen Yaojin was stunned for a moment, her eyes gradually darkened, the expression on her face slowly disappeared, and the atmosphere froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

His dark and deep eyes looked at the man's unsteady breathing, and I am afraid that a lot of dirty pictures came to mind.

Unconsciously clenched the teacup in his hand, Shen Yaojin said casually: "You are bold, I just don't know if you have this life." ”

Shi Wei laughed lowly, and his tone was frivolous, "The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic." ”

Shen Yaojin lowered her eyes and pursed her thin lips slightly.

I couldn't wait for a reply for a long time, but this time Shi Weixian couldn't bear it.

"I don't know what the Seventh Prince thinks?"

Shen Yaojin was silent for a while, and just when Shi Wei began to get impatient, he said lightly: "Okay." ”

As soon as Shi Wei left, Shen Yaojin sank his face, he had no expression on his face, and he felt creepy at a glance.

Closed his eyes to calm the emotions in his chest, but his breathing became more and more messy, he couldn't bear it anymore, waved his hand and threw the tea set on the coffee table to the ground, a thunderclap sound, and the rich tea fragrance was almost pungent.

The fingertips were punctured by the porcelain, and a sharp pain came, Shen Yaojin's eyes burned with anger, the masseter muscles bulged, and the fingertips turned white.

"Dog thing, it's just wishful thinking."

The man's voice didn't hear any emotion.

The warm and fine light shone in through the window lattice, the strange patterns were beautiful and dazzling, but the faint light was not reflected in Shen Yaojin's eyes, under the eyes, it was like choking the throat, making people unable to breathe paranoia.

The room was silent, and everyone knelt on the ground, not even daring to gasp loudly in this extremely oppressive and dangerous atmosphere.

Only those who have been with Shen Yaojin for a long time know how angry Shen Yaojin is, and it is the first time they have seen their master so out of control.

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I heard that the four princes recently received a small pet, and every night the four princes would call to the dormitory to serve, and they didn't come out until dawn on the second day.

And Cheng Qiangong seemed to be ignored and disgusted, the four princes never went again, and they didn't even ask a word, which made people think that they had forgotten that there was still this person.

There is basically no one around the four princes to serve, and now that little pet is very favored, I don't know how many people are flattering openly and secretly.

Qingyue Hall carved beams and painted buildings, splendid, can be said to be the best place in Feng Shui of Chengqian Palace, and the scenery is also the most beautiful.

And because the four princes have not come again, this place seems to have become a little bleak.

Behind the scenes, there are many people chewing on the root of their tongues.

It's nothing more than the four princes and the little pet.

After all, the four princes have always been clean and self-conscious, and the Chengqian Palace is also cold and unpopular, but now there is a lively one, and there is naturally a lot of gossip behind the scenes.

seems to feel that Cheng Qiangong has fallen out of favor, and what those maids say is not disguised, and even sneered with sticks and sticks.

Cheng Qiangong had heard such gossip several times, but he didn't raise his eyes, and still looked down at the book intently, as if he didn't care about those things at all, and didn't care at all.

But the knuckles that pinched the pages gradually revealed a terrifying pale, as if trying to restrain a deep resentment.

It's only been a long time since Shen Yue had a newcomer, and he never came to see him again, which is actually quite normal, according to Shen Yue's identity, there are countless people who want to climb into her bed and beg for her mercy.

Or maybe it's really tired, that's why you can abandon it so easily.

A breath of anger began to burn from the deepest part of the heart.

Cheng Qian looked at the book quietly, and a deep shadow fell from his lowered eyelashes.

The night was low, the stars were dazzling, the moon was bright, and the silver glow was everywhere, Cheng Qiangong leaned on the side of the bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

The wind blew the door and blew open the gap, and Cheng Qiangong almost immediately noticed it and looked over.

The door was blown open, the petals were blown in, and the lone shadow admired itself.

Cheng Qiangong frowned involuntarily, revealing a hint of manic depression.

He felt pity for his sensitive mind, and felt that his current appearance was like a resentful woman in the deep palace.

A dark shadow crept in silently, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the letter in both hands.

Cheng Qiangong's long eyelashes drooped coldly, picked up the envelope and opened it to look at the contents, and after reading it, he put the letter on the candle flame and lit it, burning it to ashes.

Pick up the pen and paper, and leave a series of sharp and beautiful fonts on the snow-white rice paper.

The man in black took the reply letter and left quietly as he came.

It was already late at night, Cheng Qiangong walked out of the door, the flowers were flying, like a fierce flower rain, he raised his hand, the petals fell quietly in the palm of his hand, the night was slightly cool, and somehow his heart was faintly uncomfortable.

He is alone here looking at the moon, and Shen Yue is trapped in the gentle township with others.

The heart that beats smoothly is alive, but at this moment it is gradually gnawed away by jealousy, and the slightest black line tightens his heart, almost suffocating him.

It's really ridiculous to say, obviously he expects Shen Yue to be cold to him and stay away from him, isn't it in line with his own intentions at this point?