If this innocence was given to the girl in the flower building today, Qiu Meng's heart felt a little hasty.

This is Pei Chen!

The first son of Chang'an, the wind is clear and the moon is clear, and the person who is as warm and clean as the moon exists.

Anyone who has the slightest ill thoughts about him can be said to have tarnished his existence.

It's just unclear that it's gone, and that's really impossible to say.

Qiu Meng went out to find the old bustard, and at this moment, Jiang Yu and Pei Chen were left sitting there in the wing.

Jiang Yu lazily sat on the seat, with soft cushions underneath, and it was very comfortable to sit on. Jiang Yu is generally used to leaning lazily on it, leaning on the table on one side with her elbows, holding the wine glass in her hand, lazily lifting her eyelids, and looking at the dancing girls in front of her carelessly.

But now the girls who were playing had not yet arrived, and the room seemed a little empty and quiet.

Jiang Yu propped up the table on one side, half-stood up, she poured herself a glass of wine, and then took the wine glass and continued to lie back to the place before.

She took a sip, her eyes narrowed, and she looked sideways, her eyes casually passing over Pei Chen's body.

The bones of the snow-clothed beauty are engraved with a sense of self-denial and revenge, he himself does not seem to have the consciousness of being in the flower building, he sits on Jiang Fei's side, his back is straight, his chin is slightly tucked, Jiang Yu's side eyes can just see the young man's slightly tight jaw line, it is very good-looking, and his superior and beautiful side face, the arc of the eyebrow bone falling, amazing and thin.

Jiang Yu looked at him, and couldn't help but squint her charming eyes, and a trace of all thoughts flashed in her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, have you been here many times?" The snow-clothed beauty in her sight suddenly looked sideways, and her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with a touch of sadness for some reason.

It looks a little wet, making people feel that the person in front of them is like a deer, which makes people feel sorry and pity.

Jiang Yu was stunned.

She looked at Pei Chen, frowned and asked, "What did you just call me?" ”

The young man bit his thin red and soft lips, "Concubine." ”

Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows and didn't speak, but looked at him with a strange look.

Pei Chen seemed to lower his eyebrows, and his voice was very soft: "...... Can't you? ”

When Jiang Yu heard this, she adjusted her posture.

It's not that it can't be done, it's just that this title comes out of Pei Chen's mouth now, which makes her feel a little strange.

Jiang Yu just wanted to speak, but heard the warm young man's voice say in a low voice: "Qiu Meng can call you Auntie, but I can't?" ”

Jiang Yu blinked: "......"

The young man got up and walked over to her, and they were sitting not far from each other, but now Pei Chen seemed to be still coming over, and he was sitting directly next to Jiang Yu.

Two people sit in one place, still a little cramped.

Jiang Yu subconsciously half stood up, and then moved the wine glass in her hand to the side, not half lying down like just now, but half sitting up, freeing up part of the space for Pei Chen.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu was afraid that the wine would spill, so she put the wine glass on the table.

Pei Chen seemed to be sitting next to Jiang Yu, he pulled his sleeves and approached Jiang Yu slightly, the young man was extremely light cedar fragrance, it smelled very good, and others, there was a feeling of indifference and not being surprised.

"Or do you not consider me a friend?" The boy suddenly said this.

Jiang Yu paused, "What? ”

(End of chapter)