Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 238

Jiu Que, who was sitting in front of the table and correcting the memorial, paused slightly. He raised his eyes and looked up, and the moment he saw Qing Yange, there was a touch of imperceptible excitement and joy in his eyes like a deep pool.

But soon, the enthusiasm on his face disappeared and turned into a piece of ice.

He lowered his eyes and continued to do what he had just done without saying a word.

Qing Yange's smile froze on his face.

Could it be that she did something outrageous after she fell into a coma?
Why does the relationship between Jiu Que and her seem to have suddenly returned to freezing point?
Jiu Que pretended to be correcting the memorial seriously, and his ears were pricked up, listening for the movement of Qingyange.

But he found that there was no sound from the person who came, so he coughed lightly and asked aloud, "What are you doing here?"

Qing Yange immediately reacted, raised a bright smile again, walked to Jiu Que's side with small steps, and said with a smile: "I made you cakes as soon as I woke up~ I want you to taste it~ "

Jiu Que's frosty face softened a bit, he still sat firmly like a mountain, and the hand holding the pen stopped unconsciously.

Qing Yange sat down close to Jiu Que very wittily, with a charming smile on her bright and charming face, she opened the food box, picked up a piece of pastry with chopsticks, and brought it to Jiu Que.

"Come and see if it's delicious~"

Qing Yange asked briskly.

Jiu Que's eyelashes and feathers curled down, looking down.

The pastry in front of me is shaped like a pig. The two nostrils of the pig look piercing, and the snow-white pig is very cute.

Jiu Que's heart moved slightly, and his eyes fell on Qing Yange.

Qingyange wore a snow-colored robe, and her temperament became more and more dusty. The dimples were shallow, and the eyes were shimmering, like a clear spring, and the tip of her nose smelled the fragrance that belonged to Qingyange.

Qing Yange's hand holding the piggy pastry was a little sore, she tried her best to maintain a smile on her face, "Why don't you eat it?"

Jiu Que pursed his lips and said nothing.

Qing Yange put down the little pig cake, and asked again: "Do you have a bad appetite?"

The cold wind gently blows over Jiu Que's hair, and his black hair is flying in the air, intertwined with Qing Yan's song.

His brows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips that seemed to be dripping with blood were slightly lifted, "Qingyange, who is in your heart?"

Qing Yange was stunned, her eyes were full of puzzlement.

Is there any causal relationship between eating cakes and who is in your heart?

Jiu Que suddenly had an expression that was as expected, he looked away, picked up the pen again, and corrected the memorial, his tone was cold, "You can take this cake, I don't want to eat it."

The smile that Qing Yange had been trying to maintain finally broke down, she slapped the table heavily with a "slap", looked at Jiu Que with a somewhat angry face, and raised her voice to ask: "Jiu Que, what do you mean? "

Jiu Que added fuel to the fire without knowing it, "If you have nothing to do, go down."

Qingyange was in a panic.

In the past, everyone in the world said that the Prince Regent, Jiu Que, was a cold-blooded animal without emotion, who only cared about power, never cared about love affairs, and never liked any woman.

But Jiu Que and her showed their feelings.

The eyes that should have been cold were full of her figure.

Qingyange thought that Jiuque was not as rumored, but everything in front of her eyes made Qingyange see the truth clearly.

With a cold face, Qing Yange quickly put the pastry back into the food box, sealed the lid, lifted the food box and stood up.

"as you wish!"

Qing Yange left this cold sentence, then moved slightly, and strode towards the gate with big strides.

"Stop." Finally, that cold voice sounded.

Qingyange turned a deaf ear, and the steps under her feet were still moving forward firmly.

"Song of Light Smoke." Jiu Que called out again.

Qingyange seemed determined to leave.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit.

Before Qing Yange could react, Qianqian's slender waist was embraced by a strong arm, and her broad and solid chest was pressed against her.

Jiu Que sighed faintly, and the pleasant voice like a mountain stream rang in Qingyange's ears, "Qingyange, why didn't you ask me why I suddenly left with such an attitude?"

Qing Yange stood up straight, trying to distance herself from Jiu Que, but finding it was futile, she simply leaned against Jiu Que's arms.

She said in a tone colder than Jiu Que: "I have been in a coma for a month, Regent, you have never come to see me in this month, I made you pastries as soon as I woke up, you will never Appreciate it, make it seem like I bullied you right now?"

The hand around Qingyange tightened slightly, and the air froze for a moment.

The cold winter wind whizzed by, and the person who was blown by the wind was a little hurt, and Qing Yange felt that his face was about to be blown stiff.

Seeing that Jiu Que didn't intend to let go, her black eyebrows frowned slightly, and then said: "Please let the regent let me go."

Jiu Que pursed his lips lightly, "Don't let go."

Qing Yange was still struggling, but Jiu Que's magnetic voice rang in her ears, "Who said I haven't visited you this month? After I finish my government affairs every day, I will hang out on the peach blossom tree outside the Golden Temple. Sit for a while and look at your sleeping face through the window."

"...Unexpectedly, the regent has a habit of climbing trees. Don't you know that it's not a gentleman's job to spy on women?" Qing Yange's face was frosty.

"I'm obviously very angry that you can't forget Linyuan. You fainted because of him, and I'm also angry that you and Meng Baili confided in each other, but I still can't help but want to see you." Jiu Que's breath passed by. The roots of the light smoke song.

Qingyange only felt that the roots of his ears were hot and numb.

She was slightly taken aback, and asked aloud: "Who said I can't forget Linyuan? And when did I talk to Meng Baili?"

Qing Yange turned her face to look at Jiu Que, only to see the gloomy expression in those frost-like eyes.

She added, "You won't be jealous, will you?"

Jiu Que: "..."

Qingyange felt a little more joy in her heart, and then she explained: "I don't like Linyuan, and I fainted because of Zijin's situation on the one hand, and on the other hand, I didn't expect that there were so many mediocre chess pieces in the palace. , it’s hard to accept this for a while.”

Qing Yange did not tell Jiu Que what happened in the dream.

But he still expressed his true feelings at the time.

"Really?" Jiu Que's voice was soft, obviously a little bit happy.

Qingyange replied decisively: "Really."

The corners of Jiu Que's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he asked again: "Then why did Meng Baili write sour love poems in the letter to you?"

Qing Yange sighed, and continued to explain: "His personality is just like this. If he really had half-hearted thoughts on me, he would not be willing to station at the frontier. If you have a crush on someone, are you willing to see him every day and worry about him?" ?”

A soft light flashed across Jiu Que's eyes, and he pressed his head tightly against Qing Yange's neck, his thin lips curled slightly, "I can't bear it, I want to be with that person all the time."

(End of this chapter)