Chapter 75 Chapter 87
Yan Qingcheng took the teacup, avoided Chu Yuanheng in his arms a little, held it between his fingers, and sure enough, the tea did not move as the carriage was moving.

Yan Qingcheng thought about such an ancient caravan, and when she broke the curse of future generations, when she was worthless and light, she must get one to travel around the ancient countries.

"I see my cousin has been holding the child, and she must be tired, why not let him rest in the room."

Hearing this, Chu Yuanheng immediately opened his eyes, and gave Chu Yu a dissatisfied look. How could he be destroyed by Chu Yu when he was in a good mood.

At the same time, Yan Qingcheng also shook his head, with a slightly pampering tone: "No, my son admits his birth and is away from home. He won't go anywhere except in my arms."

When Chu Yu heard it, he was startled at first, and then a half-smile appeared on his face, and his tone seemed to be a bit yin-yang, "Oh? You said he was away from home—cowardly, he only likes to rely on you... inside?"

Yan Qingcheng shook the teacup, watched the emerald green tea leaves rise and fall, and spoke casually.

"Not only outside, but also at home. He is afraid of the dark at night, and he has to hug me to bed every night to sleep soundly, but he doesn't sleep well," Yan Qingcheng murmured softly, "Also he always likes to go to bed. My chest is drooling, could it be that he is hungry? But I have no milk..."

Chu Yu: "..."

Chu Yuanheng: "..."

Big words of embarrassment are flying all over the sky, his famous name in the whole life...

At this time, Tu Yi, who was walking side by side close to the outside of the car, quickly reined in his horse and slowed down carefully, and did not continue to keep up until he fell into the carriage.

But I kept chanting silently in my heart: Amitabha, I didn’t hear anything, I heard everything...

Chu Yu was holding back his laughter at the moment, his internal organs seemed to be injured, his cheeks were flushed, as if stained with sunset glow, just when Chu Yu's smile was about to break through his throat, he caught a glimpse of Chu Yuanheng's very dangerous warning eyes from the corner of his eye, with an invisible Lethality shot at him.

He can guarantee that if he doesn't hold back the laugh, the consequences will be serious.

Chu Yu had no choice but to forcefully stuff the smile back into his stomach, raised the teacup and drank tea to dissolve the smile.

Yan Qingcheng, who was belatedly aware of it, didn't notice the back and forth between the two of them at all, and started drinking tea there alone.

For some reason, Chu Yu gave her the feeling of being a relative, so she could speak freely, and when she spoke, she didn't put much thought into it.

This lack of thought caused Chu Yuanheng a lot of trouble.

From now on, his Uncle Three Emperors finally had one more reason to "threat" him.

The guard of honor suddenly stopped. At this time, Tu also reported from the car window, "My lord, the road to Zuixiangju is blocked. If you make a detour, you may not be able to catch up with the poetry meeting."

Chu Yu said, "Then wait."

Yan Qingcheng lifted a corner of the curtain and glanced outside.

I saw a crowd of people in front of me, most of them were surrounded by ordinary people from the market. Talented scholars in green shirts, literati and refined scholars either held fans, flutes, zithers, or schoolbags, and shuttled among the onlookers in an endless stream. Enter the Reclining Buddha Pavilion.

"Ahead, it's so lively."

Chu Yu said: "Today, on the first day of the Poetry Club, nine out of ten talented people from all over the world came to Qi State, hoping to compete in talent and learning."

Yan Qingcheng nodded. She had seen modern talent competitions on TV, and wondered if the ancient talent competitions were the same as those in the storybook, so she couldn't help feeling a little itchy.

Chu Yu watched Yan Qingcheng's expression change slightly, and encouraged him appropriately.

"Look, the emperor's grandson's guard of honor will attract attention wherever they go. Even if you go to the Zuixiangju cousin, you can't eat goose in a low-key way. Why don't you go and play in the Reclining Buddha Pavilion? I'll order someone to pack the drunk goose How about bringing it to you?"

(End of this chapter)

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