Lin Xiyue suddenly hooked a bright smile, waved her hand at Xie Ci Heartily, and walked quickly towards Wangchun Tower.

In her previous life, she was provoked by Lin Miaoyin and misunderstood Xie Cihui, but Xie Ciying kept the only antidote to herself and died painfully under the torture of poison.

Do it all over again, and she'll never do it again.

Since Xie Ciying is a stuffy gourd who can't speak, what if she pursues it more bluntly?

Lin Xiyue walked into the Wangchun Tower with great interest, and did not find the carriage of the Regent's Mansion that stopped at some point at the entrance of the alley not far away.

"My sister." The regent Ji Xishen lowered the curtain, sighed quietly, the corners of his mouth hooked, and said with interest, "You want to break up the relationship with me." ”

Wangchun Lou private room.

The bead curtains were opened by the slender fingertips, colliding with each other, making a crisp sound of jade.

Lin Xiyue's gaze fell on Xie Ciyue, and she suddenly bent her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Prince, my play is good-looking?" ”

Xie Ci held the teacup, lowered his eyes slightly, and did not answer.

Lin Xiyue couldn't see him pretending to be serious, so she strode closer and sat down directly opposite him: "Your Highness, thank you, brother prince?" ”

Her salutation became more and more intimate, and with every breath, Xie Ci's eyelids twitched, and finally raised her eyes coldly: "Isn't it that you don't have much contact with me?" ”

Before he finished speaking, he already regretted it, pursed his lips, and frowned slightly.

Lin Xiyue didn't feel unhappy at being thrown at her, but sighed.

The emperor of the court, the regent, and the crown prince are three-legged, and the dark tide is repeated.

Ji Xishen has a stubborn illness and his life is short, if he can't hold on, Lin Xiyue, as the regent's righteous sister, will be the first target of liquidation by all forces.

Xie Ciying had hoped that Lin Xiyue could leave the Regent's Mansion many times, but she refused, and the most stiff thing was the three days before she was reborn.

She said, I didn't know His Highness when I was young, and now that we are both older, I don't have much contact, so why should Your Highness meddle?

Xie Ci left angrily, and the two had a cold war until today.

Lin Xiyue narrowed her eyes, suppressed the complex emotions in her eyes, and grabbed Xie Ciying's sleeve with her fingertips: "You and I are childhood sweethearts, how can we not be communicative?" What I said that day was angry, and I will not compensate you. ”

She deliberately leaned closer, and could almost count Xie Ci's fluttering eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth hooked a flirtatious smile, spraying her breath at the base of his ear: "Don't be angry, Brother Prince." You watched my play in vain, and if you spare me this time, it will be a bounty. ”

Xie Ciying stepped back suddenly, his face was still calm, but if he looked closely, he could find that the roots of his ears were already red: "What are you messing about?" ”

Acting so frivolously...... Could it be that she is the same for other men?

Xie Ciying thought that she might be so close to Ji Xishen, and her face couldn't help but darken.

Lin Xiyue raised her eyebrows: "Why are you messing around?" ”

Her eyes fell on Xie Ciyi's face, pulled his sleeve domineeringly, pulled him to her side, and unabashedly flaunted her banter: "It's not like I didn't sleep without a bed when I was a child, you won't admit it, right?" ”

Xie Ciying was amused by her, her thin lips pursed into a line, and she retorted: "That was when I was a child. ”

When I was three or four years old, I didn't guess anything, how could it be the same as now?

Lin Xiyue snorted: "There are no outsiders in this private room, wouldn't it be good for you and me to have a clear conscience?" ”

She paused, suddenly straightened her face, and stared at Xie Ci fixedly: "Unless ......"

Unless they are already throbbing, they have a guilty conscience with each other.

Xie Ci turned his eyes away, and the knuckles holding the cup unconsciously exerted force, and the green tendons on the back of his hands bulged.

He heard his own heartbeat and was unfazed by her voice, like a drum, clattering.

"Nope." He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, forcing his composure.

Lin Xiyue smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, like a flower in June: "Thank you." ”

She called his name, and her tone was half proud, half joyful, and looked straight into Xie Ciyu's eyes, word by word: "I haven't said it yet, unless it's something." ”

Isn't this self-defeating?

Xie Ci was dumbfounded, and his fingertips tightened suddenly.