Bai Meng heard it clearly, and did not seem to be angry, and his face was still a signature smile.
Su Qian flattened the corner of her mouth, suddenly her eyes turned, hung her arms on his arms, raised her neck and looked at his porcelain-like face, and said, “With you here, I am naturally not afraid of hitting anything or falling down. You are my eyes, my nose, my mouth, can take my way, breathe, eat and speak for me, I give you the full responsibility, and you will naturally be responsible for me.”
Shangguan Mo stopped and looked down at her raised little face, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, as if they were looking at her, and she was extremely agile. He suddenly chuckled, “Are you asking for love from me?”
Su Qian’s footsteps were stopped with him, and her long eyelashes blinked, “Isn’t it okay, Prince Mo?”
The woman on her face was nothing as shy as she was, as if she was talking to him about the weather today. Such a woman is a strange thing in this era of patriarchal power.
Shangguan Mo’s phoenix eyes flashed with a touch. She is his, and she only tells him such charming words, how lucky he is.
His eyebrows and eyes were rarely serious, and his words became gentle, “Of course it is good. On one’s life, I will be your eyes, your nose, your mouth, you will see the way for you, breathe for you, and eat and speak for you. We are the interdependent dodder and the leopard. You have me, I have you in me, I have you, you will live, you will die, and you will die.”
He is no longer the jade man who is so elegant that the world looks up to, and she is no longer the beautiful and charming woman who is good at dancing all over the world. They are just a pair of children who love each other deeply.
But if it is so sweet and sour, Su Qian is shocked. Shangguan Mo deliberately took the eight words “You are born, I am born, you are born, I am dead, I am dead” a little heavy, as if he was hinting at something to her.
Su Qian didn’t dare to think too much, and lowered her head and walked forward with his steps.
They did not walk too far, and the front and back yards were only thirty or forty feet away, and their voices were not deliberately lowered. Bai Meng under the eaves could hear clearly, and a trace of unknown emotions flashed in his eyes.
A white shadow standing under the front yard screen wall opposite him was Bai Yu. The clothes were blown up by the wind, swaying in a graceful manner, but it was hard to hide the dim color on his face at this moment.
Shangguan Mo even glanced at this side without even a single glance, and held Su Qian’s hand and walked straight to the backyard.
Whether it is Chu Yuan’s disaster day or whether it is Bai Yu’s sad day, it doesn’t matter who is sad or sad. The backyard of Furong Palace blocks the world’s plans and plans, leaving only a bright spring and infinite tenderness.
“Shangguan Mo, is it your move?” Su Qian was lying on the soft couch, holding a piece of rose cake in her hand, eating with relish, and her lips were still unaware of it.
Her voice was extremely low, only enough for the two of them to hear it.
> Shangguan Mo glanced at her, looking innocent, “No.” He said softly, and several secret folds slipped out of his sleeve, greeted Yue Po and handed them over to him.
Su Qian thought that this man could do everything he could even be foolproof when he was furious. Before Mo Ling took action, not only did she bring her out, but she did not leave the secret letter. No handle was left for Chu Yuan.
“The people you value are naturally not really stupid. Since he knows that I don’t allow you to find Bai Meng, he cannot ignore the whereabouts of the Lord Chu and his wife, destroy Guiyun Garden and move into Furong Hall. The closest distance to monitor Bai Meng is a shortcut.” Shangguan Mo sat next to her and explained her doubts.
“So you intentionally angered him?” Su Qian licked the pastry scraps on the corner of her lips and asked at him.
“It’s not intentional.” Shangguan Mo snorted lightly, and there was a moment of silence.
Su Qian raised her eyebrows and looked at his jade-like face. After seeing her, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and said, “It’s not because he looks so good that you are not confident, right? So you didn’t intentionally anger him, but he irritated you?”
Shangguan Mo Ruhua’s eyebrows frowned, but did not hide it. He snorted, “It’s true that he looks too good, but it’s not about me. Not even more unconfidence. There is anger. My heart is getting more angry, not just about him. Seeing that they all have their own thoughts on you, I’m angry.”
Su Qian looked at his eyes with anger, and she felt her heart hurt.
She reached out to rub her eyebrows, her slender fingers as gentle as she could. She was not unaware that he was full of anger. From the golden palace to the emperor of Chu who was cold and angry, to the incestuous place of Chu Meng in the heavenly prison, to the banquet in the Imperial Garden, he looked down on everyone and drank a lot of silence alone. He is not the kind of person who can endure anger, but his natural elegance and elegance are unaware of the loss of composure even if he gets angry.
“Why do you have to be useless? No matter how much they think about it, it is useless.” She said softly.
Shangguan Mo’s anger turned into tenderness under her cool and gentle fingers. He held her hand between his eyebrows, placed it beside his lips, kissed her, and pressed her lips against her palm.
His warm breathing sprinkled in her palm. She felt that the palm of her hand was itchy and pulled back. He increased the force, but she couldn’t pull it back. She was too lazy to move anymore and let him hold it.
The atmosphere suddenly changed, and the world seemed to be quiet, but only the warmth was flowing.
This is a scene, like a dream.