Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 126 Chapter 145
Who and where is she going with? It seems that she doesn't need to report to this distant relative who doesn't see her once a year, but she doesn't want Chu Yu to think too much, so she said casually:
"It happened to come together."

Chu Yu asked again:

"Why didn't you bring your eccentric son?"

Yan Qingcheng frowned. This King Zhao seemed to be very interested in her private life, and her eyes were slightly displeased. She suppressed her emotions and said perfunctorily, "It is precisely because of his weird temper that he should not be brought out."

Chu Yu didn't seem to notice that Yan Qingcheng was in a bad mood, so he continued to ask endlessly:
"If you go out to play with other men like this, don't worry about him..."

Yan Qingcheng finally got impatient.

Whether her son will come or not, who she will come with, doesn't seem to have anything to do with King Zhao. Could it be that he wants to fight for his nephew?
He couldn't help but blacken his face and choke Chu Yu.

"His Royal Highness Zhao Wang, why are you so wordy, you are not his father, what do you care about him?"

Chu Yu choked on Yan Qingcheng's choke, and didn't know how to continue.

If he really cared about it, he would be confused. How could he have forgotten that the relationship between his nephew and Yan Qingcheng is unclear now, and what position does he have to interfere with Yan Qingcheng's private life?

But the Yan Qingcheng in front of her is different from the soft and weak Yan Qingcheng in her impression, not to mention annoying him before, even if he took the initiative to go up to her and want to chat more, she would immediately run away like a rabbit in shock.

Now not only dare to annoy him, but also dare to ridicule him, she is probably the first woman in the entire imperial capital who doesn't take him seriously.

Chu Yu smiled embarrassingly, shook his head and said:

"It's my cousin talking too much, don't take offense to my cousin."

At this time, someone in the pavilion evokes the sound of the strings, which is very pleasant to the ear.

Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but glance back at the pavilion, a thin scholar was playing the piano.

Mo Fengyi was sitting sideways and leaning against the pillar, with his long legs resting loosely on the railing, holding a teacup like Chu Yu's in his hand, tasting it leisurely.

A maid stood by and waited on him. He lazily watched the scholar play the piano, but he couldn't see how intoxicated he was in his eyes.

Yan Qingcheng tilted his head and approached Chu Yu, and asked in a low voice:
"Mo Fengyi knows you very well?"

She clearly remembered that when Mo Fengyi came, she didn't bring anyone with her. How could there be a maid? Judging from the appearance of the young servant just now, she should be Chu Yu's entourage. He has an unusually close relationship with Mo Fengyi.

Chu Yu originally thought that Yan Qingcheng was angry, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would disregard the defenses of men and women and approach him, and his tone was a bit casual and familiar, as if he didn't take what happened just now to his heart. Such a temperament is not like a boudoir The middle-aged girl couldn't help feeling a little appreciative.

He smiled and joked:
"I am an idler raised by the royal family, and he is an idler raised by the Mo family. The two idlers are idle and bored, wandering here and there, playing with each other. The first time is raw and the second time is cooked. If the smell is the same, it will be familiar."

Yan Qingcheng didn't expect Chu Yu to tease him like this, so he glanced at him in surprise. Chu Yu happened to be looking at her too, so he asked:
"What are you looking at?"

Yan Qingcheng nodded solemnly and said:
"His Royal Highness King Zhao is quite self-aware."

The corners of Chu Yu's mouth froze. This girl was too open-mouthed in front of him. She just raised her hand and wanted to hit her with a stir-fried chestnut.

Yan Qingcheng seemed to know Chu Yu's mental activities. Before he raised his hand, she had the foresight to retreat to a safe distance two steps away, and then looked into the pavilion as if nothing happened.

Mo Fengyi——

(End of this chapter)