Shen Qingjue took a deep look at her, and then slowly curled her lips into a smile.
"Naturally it has nothing to do with me."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, returning to his previous calm and breezy appearance, his dark eyes flickered, and he slightly cupped his hands towards Chu Yanhuan, "My minister is rude, please forgive me, princess."
One word at a time, as if talking about something that has nothing to do with me.
The delicate and beautiful girl glared at him, turned around and ran away, as if she was avoiding something terrible.
Chu Yanhuan left in a hurry, something fell out of her sleeve.
Shen Qingjue leaned over and picked it up.
It was a hairpin, carved out of fine white jade in the shape of a little fox, it was given to her by Mr. Zhao just now.
Shen Qingjue's slender, white fingers squeezed slightly, crushing them.
The young man's already dark eyes deepened a little, and his light lips were slightly pale.
He bent his lips, "It has nothing to do with me?"
"For the rest of your life, don't even think about it."
"Yan Huan."
The young man's voice was very soft, it really made people feel a little chilled.
Chu Yanhuan in the distance sneezed in a disfigured manner.
Fuck, who scolded her
…
next day.
A piece of news brought by the maid made Chu Yanhuan almost spit tea out of his mouth.
"What?"
"Father asked Shen Qingjue to be my teacher?"
Chu Yanhuan jumped up and accidentally overturned a plate of pastries on the table.
The little girl ran straight to the imperial study room, and said fiercely: "Father, what's the matter with you, let Shen Qingjue be my teacher?"
As soon as Chu Yanhuan slapped the table, the pen in the emperor's hand was smeared with ink from the memorial.
"..." The emperor's forehead was twitching, he blew his beard and stared, "Chu Yanhuan, do you want to force me to beat you?"
The girl was silent for a while, and took the memorial again and handed it over. "Here, this one is clean."
emperor:"… "
What if you want to kill this unfilial girl
With a sullen face, the emperor stretched out his hand to grab the memorial in Chu Yanhuan's hand, and snorted coldly: "What? The amazingly talented and beautiful Prime Minister of Chu Kingdom is your teacher, and you have been wronged?"
"..." The corners of Chu Yanhuan's eyes twitched, and he said quietly, "I'm afraid I'll wrong him."
The emperor laughed angrily, and knocked on the little girl's head with the memorial in his hand, "You are self-aware."
Chu Yanhuan: "..."
No, Dad, listen to me.
I'm just being humble!
Speaking of Shen Qingjue, the emperor smiled again, looking very satisfied with him, "This time Shen Aiqing took the initiative to ask to be your teacher, I never thought of it."
"This kid is really interested in you."
Suddenly, the emperor sighed bitterly, "This Shen Qingjue is good everywhere, but his vision is not very good, why did he fall in love with you?"
This tone is full of disgust.
Chu Yanhuan: "..."
This is her own father, right
The emperor glanced at the girl in front of him, and continued to stab the knife: "Although I really want to match you up, in my conscience, I really feel that I have wronged Shen Qingjue."
"Look at you, apart from a good-looking face, what else do you have to show off?"
"No, in terms of appearance, you are no match for Shen Qingjue."
Before the emperor finished speaking, the little girl took a piece of pastry from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, interrupting him smoothly, "Father, shut up!"
Then Chu Yanhuan sneered, and muttered: "Is there anyone who hurt your own daughter so much, I don't know, I thought Shen Qingjue was born outside of you!"
Then, the little girl got hit on the head again successfully.
The emperor continued blowing his beard, "It's not big or small, even your father dares to arrange it!"