Looking at the mulberry who got in, the coachman said in his heart: It's miserable, it's miserable, it's going to die!

The prince is now twenty-five years old, and I don't know why, he has never married a wife or concubine.

There were many women who flocked to him before, but he avoided them.

Because of Sang Yu's habit of breaking sleeves, the national style of Sang Yun Country gradually opened up, and those men who had a habit of breaking sleeves no longer concealed it.

Previously, several sons saw that Sang Yu had never married a wife, thinking that he also had that kind of habit, so they intended to get closer, but in the end there was only one end - death.

Sang Yu doesn't seem to like women, nor does he like men.

He was like a monk with a pure heart and few desires, and he had no interest in anyone.

He had always disliked that people were too close to him, let alone in the same carriage.

He was also ordered not to allow anyone to come near his carriage.

But the other party is the emperor, he doesn't dare to stop it.

It's really embarrassing.

The coachman thought like this, and was worried that Sang Yu would throw Sang Yu down, in that case, everyone in the Regent's Mansion was afraid that they would be implicated, and he had to think about how to escape......

The coachman waited for a while, not only did he not wait for Sang Yu to throw Sang Yu down, but waited for Sang Yu's words.

"Let's go."

The coachman peeked inside, but the curtain was so tightly covered that he couldn't see anything.

It's weird.

At this time, in the carriage, Sang Yu held her little face and looked at Sang Yu with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Huang, for giving me a ride." She blinked and leaned closer to him, "I still have a question that I haven't been able to answer, I hope Uncle Huang can help solve it." ”

The carriage was not too bright, and the shimmer of light that permeated the pane lined Sang Yu's face, a little calm.

Sang Yu, who still wanted to get closer, had no reason to coax, she stepped back and didn't speak for a long time.

If it weren't for the fact that she had changed so much, Sang Yu would not have kept her in the carriage.

"What's the problem?" He whispered.

There was tea on the small table in the middle of the carriage, and he folded his sleeves to pour it.

Looking from Sang Yu's line of sight, he just saw his long crow-like eyelashes hanging slightly, covering the cold and deep pitch-black pupils.

Different from the cold white clothes seen before, Sang Yu at this moment is wearing a dark gold embroidered python robe, which is another calm and cold temperament.

However, no matter how cold his temperament is, it is difficult to hide his exquisite and gorgeous appearance.

The eyebrow bones are sharp but not sharp, and the long eyelashes that hang down slightly soften his gloomy and indifferent temperament a little, and the crimson lips faintly reveal a bit of demagogy.

Look at his fingers again.

Thin, the joints are very obvious, the nails are pale pink, and the skin is cold and white, but there is a faint hint of sickly sorrow.

With his white fingertips on the navy blue teapot, he easily poured a cup of tea, and he lifted the teacup and looked up.

At the moment, he was fascinated by his beauty, and Sangyu, who was looking at him directly: "......" was embarrassed.

Sang Yu didn't open her eyes, maybe it was too hot, and she suddenly felt a little dry mouth.

She leaned over and poured herself a cup of tea, only to relieve a little.

Holding the teacup, Sang Yu stared at him seriously, and slowly asked, "Uncle Huang, why have I never seen you smile?" ”

Sang Yu: ......

"Uncle Huang, if you laugh, you must look good when you laugh."

Listening to Sang Yu's babbling words, Sang Yu's slender eyelashes raised slightly, revealing dark and cold eyes looking at her, expressionless.

(End of chapter)