first concubine

Chapter 101 Happy Seventh Young Master.

This man deserves this praise.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea to warm up your body." He lightly pushed the teacup to the opposite side of the table with his pale fingers, signaling Qiu Yinong to sit down and drink a cup of tea.

Thinking of that coquettish and blurred night, Qiu Yinong was a little embarrassed.

Although she had already told him that what happened that night had never happened, it was really embarrassing to face him now.

Just when she was hesitating, a Qingyue but frivolous voice came from next to her ear: "Young Master Huan Qi, the number one son in the world, personally pours tea for you, you don't appreciate it?"

His tone was exaggeratedly surprised! !

It was obviously a fun kind of teasing, but it forced him to express some pretended surprise.

The withered bones are elegant and elegant, and they are famous in the imperial capital. The poems and books are called the imperial capital, and the taste is elegant and self-cultivated.

From time to time, the sons of the nobles would visit Ku Gu Huan in admiration, wanting to impress him with his elegance and to decorate his family.

Emperor Zhan Yue also loves it very much.

He was often called into the palace to play chess and drink tea, and sit together for a day, not talking about state affairs, but only about the game of chess.

He is talented and handsome, but also has a miserable life experience. His disposition is dull and his heart is like ice and snow. The world admires his integrity and respects his elegance and calmness.

It is said that he is the number one son in the world, the seventh son of Huan.

This person really perfectly interpreted the three words "withered bones joy". Withered bones give birth to joy, even withered bones can still give birth to fragrance.

Qiu Yinong looked at Zhan Yue who was lying on the bamboo chair.

When did this flamboyant Zhan Yue have such a good friendship with this quiet Kuguhuan?
There is such an elegant taste, sharing the boat in the drizzle, making tea and enjoying the rain.

"I dare not be ungrateful."

The autumn mood covered up the embarrassment in his eyes, he sat down at the table with a slight smile, picked up the hot tea, and took a sip.

When the tea enters, the lips and teeth are full of sweetness and bitterness, but after entering the stomach, it is clear and long-lasting.

This man can make good tea.

Looking up, the person on the opposite side lowered his eyebrows, making tea with a pure heart, and the fragrance of the plain hands. The twilight of the spring condensed a light and shadow between his soft eyebrows, like a painting.

People only dare to look at it from a distance, and cannot bear to profane.

When she looked at him, he suddenly raised his head at this moment, his black and white eyes were like a bottomless abyss, just one glance could suck people into it.

Almost immediately, Qiu Yinong subconsciously turned her face away.

But Kuguhuan smiled gracefully, and asked her softly, "Do you want another drink?"

The man's face is white, clean and innocent, looking at her, he only feels that there is an unreasonable pampering in his smile.

Qiu Yinong didn't refuse, put the teacup on the table, watched him calmly pour tea for her, the light brown tea was slowly poured into the cup, she felt that this time was extremely long.

Thinking of that messy and lively night, she dared not look at him.

Turning around and asking Zhan Yue: "The king of Yue asked me, why?"

Could it be that she was invited to drink tea?
"The scenery in this spring day is infinitely beautiful, and the only thing I'm going boating with is a beautiful woman." Zhan Yue lazily leaned on the bamboo chair, his eyebrows full of evil spirits.

Looking at her, she felt a little ambiguous.

Qiu Yinong gently lowered her head, curled her lips, and said lightly: "The king of Yue lived among thousands of flowers, and there are so many beauties, how can there be no beauties?"

The tone sounded gentle and gentle, but it was sarcastically hidden.

Zhan Yue's slender peach blossom eyes turned across, looking at the woman sitting there with lowered brows, a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

ridiculed.

The pupils of the eyes contracted slightly, but he sighed casually: "You little girl, you really don't understand the style."

(End of this chapter)