The girl blinked, not paying attention to his words at all, and continued to tease: "Don't be shy, beauty..."
Before she finished speaking.
A bright sword light almost cut through the pitch-black night.
The mask on Chu Yanhuan's face shattered.
The beautiful and delicate face was revealed, and there was even a very small cut on the fair cheek.
A little bit of blood oozes out, and there is some slight pain.
Chu Yanhuan turned his head and saw that nailed to the door frame was a sharp dagger, shining brightly in the night.
The girl was stunned for a moment, the cold wind blew, her mind cleared up a bit, her black eyes stared at the person inside without blinking, her expression was unclear.
After a long time, she smiled, slightly curved her red lips, and said a word slowly.
"Beauties are really ruthless."
Hearing this, Shen Qingjue, who was half lying on the soft couch, didn't even move his eyebrows, he didn't even raise his eyes, his light lips parted slightly, "Go out."
It's still the same sentence just now.
Chu Yanhuan felt dull for a moment.
This beauty is beautiful, but it's a pity that her temper is too cold.
Snow white fingertips picked up the wine jug that fell on the ground, raised her head and took another sip, a little bit of wine slipped down her red lips onto her fair neck.
Chu Yanhuan didn't care, she wiped the corner of her mouth casually, said a word casually, then turned around and walked away.
"It's so cold, but no girl will like it, little brother~"
The girl's delicate and soft voice was somewhat playful.
Hearing a familiar yet unfamiliar address, Shen Qingjue raised his eyes in the depths of his memory, and his long, curly eyelashes trembled like a cold moon.
His eyes fell on the back of the girl going away, his eyes were a little dazed, the cold pupils were all slackened, and there was a trace of almost invisible pain flashing inside.
The light-colored lips moved, uttering two silent words.
"Yan Huan."
Then he laughed again and sighed to himself, "I remember...you like to call me that too."
later.
Chu Yanhuan, who ran off the boat and wandered around like a wandering soul in the street, was successfully caught by the Imperial Forest Army.
She was brought in front of her emperor's father.
The little girl was a little timid, her black and white eyeballs kept rolling.
In the distance, I saw a man in a dragon robe rushing over with a dark face.
Chu Yanhuan twitched his eyebrows, jumped over like a rabbit, hugged the opponent's thigh, and then started howling.
"My lord father, my son misses you so much..."
Then the emperor grabbed her ear and snorted coldly, "Do you want me to die? I think you want me to die soon!"
Chu Yanhuan frowned: "Dad, don't talk nonsense."
The emperor's eyelids twitched, he lowered his voice, and glared at her, "There is someone here, called father emperor."
Chu Yanhuan grinned: "Then let go."
"..." Hearing this, the emperor let go of his own daughter's hand, flicked his sleeves, turned around, walked to the main seat, and sat down.
The little girl followed suit and prepared to sit down.
The emperor paused while holding the teacup, and then put the teacup on the table, making a loud noise, and said angrily.
Almost blowing his beard and staring.
"You stand for me!"
Chu Yanhuan: "..."
Dad, are you childish? Childish or not
How old is she and she still wants to stand like this!
Oh, the girl still stood there obediently, then lowered her head and stared at her toes.
It looks pathetic.