Ye Qingluo turned to Tang Beiyuan with a smile, and stretched out her hands: "Yuan'er, it's me."
Tang Beiyuan pursed her red lips tightly, and her eyes overflowed with joy.
She immediately trotted towards Ye Qingluo.
It's just that Ye Qingluo is not close yet.
The arm was grabbed again.
Lang Lixuan pulled her wrist, his stern face was serious: "Yuan'er, she is the emperor's wife, so don't be unreasonable."
Tang Beiyuan's footsteps paused, her complexion turned pale slightly, and she looked sideways at him pulling her hand.
The face full of smiles froze on his face.
"Let go." Her lips pursed even tighter.
Lang Lixuan frowned: "Are you angry?"
Tang Beiyuan suddenly smiled, raised her head slightly, and met the man's serious and handsome face with a sneer, her smile was ironic: "You who always pay attention to the occasion, it's probably not good to pull me like this on the current occasion. "
"Yuan'er..." Lang Lixuan frowned even more, his solemn face added a heavy pressure for no reason.
Tang Beiyuan shook her hand: "Let go."
Lang Lixuan glanced at Ye Qingluo, then lowered his eyes to Tang Beiyuan: "Don't mess around, tell me what anger you have in your heart after the matter is over."
"I'm not angry." Tang Beiyuan pursed her red lips lightly, put the other hand on Lang Lixuan's hand, and went to break his fingers, "I don't care about the relationship between me and the Emperor's wife, Hall Master Lang. In order to maintain Hallmaster Lang's upright and strict image, Hallmaster Lang should stop talking about it."
A trace of surprise faintly flashed across Lang Lixuan's dark eyes.
Just wanted to say something.
A plain white hand swayed slightly from the eyes.
Then he saw that slender white hand resting on Tang Beiyuan's wrist.
Lang Lixuan raised his eyes, and met the girl's bright eyes and bright teeth.
"Master Lang, you scratched her." Ye Qingluo said with a smile.
There was a hint of coldness in the smile.
Lang Lixuan shrank his pupils, quickly moved his big palm away, lowered his eyes, and said respectfully: "Madam Emperor."
"As Beiyuan said, hall master Lang won't worry about my relationship with Beiyuan." Ye Qingluo continued to pull Tang Beiyuan towards her with a smile.
The woman's slender body felt a bit icy cold.
Ye Qingluo gently stroked the back of Tang Beiyuan's hand, then looked up at Lang Lixuan: "Master Lang, you can't treat your lover like a subordinate, otherwise, what else do you need your lover to do?"
After finishing speaking, she pulled Tang Beiyuan and turned to the other side.
Xu Shiye Qingluo's identity made Lang Lixuan dare not refuse to listen.
Perhaps it was Ye Qingluo's words that touched Lang Lixuan.
He didn't catch up again.
Ye Qingluo pulled Tang Beiyuan and walked a few steps away, then raised her eyes and glanced at Lang Lixuan: "I like him very much?"
The smile at the corner of Tang Beiyuan's mouth froze for a moment, and she quickly adjusted her mood, and changed the topic with a smile: "I knew it, you'll be fine."
Ye Qingluo didn't force her to answer. He raised his hand, pinned the broken hair on her cheek behind her ear, and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a counterfeit?"
Tang Beiyuan let out a "puchi" laugh: "Who in the world can pretend to be you?"
"There are people impersonating Ah Xuan, let alone me?" Ye Qingluo replied with a half-smile.
Tang Beiyuan: "The real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real. If you carefully identify the counterfeit, how can you not recognize the counterfeit? In the end, it's just my own ambition at work."
The two talked without any scruples and without concealment.
Everyone can clearly hear the overtones.
Isn't this just mocking them, who previously regarded a counterfeit as the real Emperor Zun.
Now, it is easy to listen to a woman who is full of lies.