Dressed in the white moonlight of the blind prince

Chapter 73

"Come down when you wake up." Leng Sichen dropped a hand in his hand, and said in a calm voice.

Hanyue was shocked again, maybe he also has eyes on his back.

Without taking the stairs, Hanyue jumped down from downstairs with a light leap.

"Pour tea." Leng Sichen dropped another son.

"Me?" Hanyue asked, pointing to her nose.

But Leng Sichen didn't answer her, he held the black stones in one hand and the white stones in the other, as if he had reached an impasse and hadn't landed a stone for a long time.

Hanyue looked at his drooping eyes, under the long eyelashes, the icy eyes were so deep that nothing could be seen, her heart tightened.

Let's just pour it, anyway, he is a prince, and she doesn't seem to suffer from serving tea for a prince.

When she mentioned the kettle that was boiling on the clay stove, she was stunned and wanted to throw the kettle away. Nima, this is a horse pot. It was boiled on the fire. Why is the handle of the pot so cold? The handle is like holding a block of ice.

Resisting the urge to throw away the kettle, Hanyue poured a cup of tea for Leng Sichen steadily, then put the kettle on the stove, and stretched out her hand to roast her almost frozen fingers.

I heard Leng Sichen say again: "Pour yourself a glass too."

Han Yue chuckled, "My lord, you don't have to be so polite, I don't drink tea."

She didn't want to take that ice-cold jug again.

"You don't have to be polite with me. If I drink, I will have yours. After we get married, you will be my concubine. Don't worry about these common etiquette." Leng Sichen finally gave birth to a son.

Shrimp?married?Who is married to whom?

Hanyue couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

"Pour yourself a cup." Leng Sichen threw the white piece in his hand onto the chessboard, with the momentum of 'you have to fall today, or you have to fall if you don't fall'.

A carefully laid out chess game instantly became chaotic.

Hanyue: "..."

Suddenly, there is a feeling that the shit eater is entangled with the shit shit. Hanyue has always been stubborn, and doesn't like others to interfere too much with herself, so a stubbornness came up, "I don't pour it and..."

Before he could finish speaking, the hand that slapped the table was suddenly cold, and it was a little numb.

This is a ghostly place. Are these things magical things?
Why is a seemingly ordinary stone table so cold that it seeps into people.

Leng Sichen wasn't angry either, and asked with a calm expression, "Can you play chess?"

As soon as he finished asking, he returned to his coldness of refusal.

Hanyue's lips twitched twice, before she said after a while: "I know a little bit."

Suddenly I felt that I was too impulsive, no matter what, he is also a prince, and he is the prince who kills without blinking an eye.

She stared fixedly at Leng Sichen, at the handsome face made of ice and snow, at the loftiness and coldness in the corners of his brows and eyes, and suddenly her calves shivered.

As soon as he lifted the kettle on the clay stove, he filled the cup in front of him, muttering, "It's a little hot."

"I won't finish this game of chess with Ben." Leng Sichen said coldly again.

Hanyue: "..."

Looking at this messy chess game, Hanyue's thoughts were also a little muddled, she couldn't figure out what this devil-like minister and king really wanted to do?

But if he wants to let her go, can she say no?
So she braced herself and sat down on the stool opposite Leng Sichen. Once she sat down, Hanyue regretted it a little. It would be better to stand. The stool under her buttocks is the same as the kettle and the table, and it is still cool. It makes people's hearts tremble.

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Tomorrow will be 2014. Dear friends, I have kept you waiting for a long time. Happy New Year, 'You are responsible for making money to support the family' girl, for you, I must work hard to finish writing this article.

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