How do you know that the bachelor surnamed Huang is extremely simple, he didn't raise the bar to accuse Pei Qing, Princess Rui, of not even remembering last year's events, but gently arched his hand again: "Sure enough, it's a certain insincerity, a certain fault, how can the mutual market not ask Princess Rui to participate?" The princess blames well. ”

Pei Qing's anger disappeared again.

"The number of your guards is too large, and the soldiers are strong and strong, which makes us people in Xixian very uneasy," she immediately took an inch, "Let them retreat fifty miles, will my Xixian still rob you of your goods?" ”

When she spoke, Huang Gongzi's scholar frequently looked at her, and seemed to be very upset for his son-in-law.

Until Pei Qing finished being aggressive, Ah Shun looked incredulous.

However, Huang XVII's answer was: "Yes." ”

After that, he took out a wrench from his sleeve and handed it to Ah Shun: "Take my token and order all the guards to move out fifty miles, leaving only the porter to watch the goods." ”

Ah Shun was dumbfounded, and he was wheezing with grievances.

"Childe, how can you just ...... casually" He looked at Pei Qing indignantly, and then at his own son.

But in the end, he took the wrench and left with a nervous face.

After Ah Shun left, Pei Qing said idly: "Are you raising a scholar or a son?" Why does that kid dare to say anything in front of you, the ruler of the Huang family? ”

The black hair covered Huang Seventeen's cheekbones, revealing only a beautiful chin carved by the most skilled jade craftsman with his bare hands, and after listening to Pei Qing's words, he arched his hand gracefully: "That child is the son of an old man, and he has a lot of connections with him, so he is indeed a little innocent, which makes the princess smile." ”

Pei Qing didn't speak.

She suddenly noticed that Huang Qiqi politely called her "princess Niangniang" when they first met, and later called her "princess".

It seems that he is respectful on the face, but in fact he is very arrogant and uninhibited in his heart.

No matter how polite and polite he is, he can't hide the fact that he doesn't take people seriously.

Thinking of this, the qi that had been scattered was almost the same, but faintly came back a little.

"The child has no tutor, the fault is not that the child is an adult," she said in a soft voice and a cold face, "What does Huang Gongzi think?" ”

Huang Qiqi once again exerted his outstanding ingenuity, and replied with a desire to survive: "So-and-so's mistake, so-and-so will not bring Ah Shun next time." ”

Pei Qing's gradually rising temperament dissipated slightly, and looking at the upper half of Huang Qiqi's face covered by light gauze, Sakura lips finally rose slightly.

"I haven't asked Huang Gongzi yet, what's wrong with your eyes?" She walked around to the other side of his wheelchair and took a step forward.

Huang Qiqi turned his head sideways silently, and pointed his face at her with his black hair hanging down.

Pei Qing was stunned for a moment, and then a little doubt rose, wondering, why did this person avoid her gaze?

Looking at the other party's long, silky hair like a waterfall, her inquiring eyes almost wanted to turn into an X-ray, and see through the white light veil to see the scenery below.

After a long time, Huang Seventeen's gentle ventriloquist came: "There is a disease in a certain eye, and when it comes to the sun, it will cry and can't open its eyes, so I have to cover my eyes with gauze outside." ”

Pei Qing was suddenly, I couldn't understand what kind of eye disease this was? However, it is certain that in ancient times, when the productive forces were backward, this disease must be an incurable disease.

So the role of light yarn is equivalent to sunglasses? In fact, the eyes behind the light veil can barely see something?

Her heart moved slightly, and then asked Ah Xing to bring a pen and paper.

"This princess is very curious, how do you write blindfolded?" She turned around and pushed Huang Seventeen's wheelchair with her own hands, wanting to push him to the small table in the courtyard and let him pick up a pen and write on the table.

Who knows, as soon as her hand touched the push hand of the wheelchair, she found that her hand was empty, and Huang Qiqi turned the wheelchair and walked away, but she refused to even touch it.

Pei Qing's anger vanished, and was replaced by a hint of desire to play a prank.

- If this person has flirted with her in the letter, but after meeting, he is so evasive, and he feels sorry for his shyness if he doesn't bully him.

Just now, the Huang family's caravan was unexpectedly angry, and now she has something else to think about.

As soon as he thought of it, Pei Qing sped up his pace and grabbed the handrail of Huang Seventeen's wheelchair, grabbed him in front of him and quickly pushed him to the table.

Then she noticed with satisfaction that Huang Qisei shrank a little, his thin and beautiful chin quietly deviated from her direction, and he even moved his back away from the back of the chair.

Just because she's behind it?

Facing such a "lustful" Xianyi man, and a straight man who only dares to write letters to secretly flirt and coax when they meet, Pei Qing's face flashed with a soft smile.

It's not easy to deal with profiteers, but it's ...... to deal with straight men It's so much simpler.

Huang Qiqi seemed to be quietly avoiding her gaze, he held the brush accurately, lowered his head and asked, "What does the princess want to write?"

Pei Qing replied calmly: "Of course, it is a mutual market." ”

Huang Qiqi hung his head and was silent, and after a while, he began to write the content of the silver hook and iron painting on the paper.

His posture of holding the pen is very upright, the only thing that is a little strange is that only a little snow-white fingertips are exposed, and both hands are hidden in the large sleeves of the wide robe.

- Are you so shy?

It is this half-concealment and half-exposure that makes it more and more obvious that his fingertips are like a good jade, and the posture of writing is also chic like a storm.

Pei Qing was still looking at people, and when he was halfway through writing, he had already paid all his attention to his words.

"Huang Gongzi's characters look like willow characters, but they are more charming and vigorous, and they look a little like the words on the "Dinghui Zen Master Tablet"," Pei Qing commented while reading the words carefully, "How long has it been since I learned Pei Ti's characters?" ”

Because of the relationship between his family, Pei Qing also likes Pei Xiu's calligraphy in modern times, speaking of which, the previous dynasty Pei Xiu Pei Gongmei had a very famous son - Fahai Zen Master.

"It's okay, it makes the princess smile." Huang Qiqi lowered his head to write, and replied lightly, "I have been learning Chinese since I was a child, because my father-in-law was good at Pei Gongti, so I learned Pei Ti." ”

The more he writes, the slower he writes, and often in order not to show his hands, he has to use his pen and ink in a very careful arc, which in the eyes of outsiders seems very conservative, as if he is afraid of being seen even an inch of skin.

It's not just shy anymore.

Pei Qing hummed softly, and her voice was sweet and soft: "It's not easy to write at a young age, Huang Gongzi has been great since he was a child, and he really has achieved a great career when he grows up." ”

The tip of the pen that fell on the paper paused slightly, and although it quickly moved on to the next stroke as if nothing happened, it finally left a little round ink on the paper.

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows silently.

Look, straight men, most of them eat green tea.