Chapter 146: Is that woman really that good?

Chapter 146: Is that woman really that good?

Du Shujing covered his mouth happily, his small face was full of excitement.

He was afraid that he would yell if he couldn't help it, so he bit his lip and lowered his eyes quickly, but the corners of his mischievous mouth always curled up secretly.

Shangguan Jin, who was sitting at the top, lowered his eyes and saw the smiling little boy. Under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, there was a pair of clear eyes like morning dew, and a pink lip like petals under the upturned nose. , just sitting there, can't help but make people want to take a few more glances.

Du Shujing felt the gaze falling on him, followed that gaze, and happened to look into Shangguan Jin's eyes that were half doting and half admiring.

The little man couldn't help his face getting hot, and hurriedly turned his gaze elsewhere, and the blazing heat that fell on him also changed direction.

Qiao Qingquan was also very excited. Among all the girls of the age of the court, she also felt that Her Royal Highness was the most suitable.

If their son can really marry into the Prince Regent's Mansion, it will be the ancestors of their Qiao family who will burn incense.

And Qiao Yun, who was lying alone on the table under the gazebo and daydreaming, didn't know that he had become the protagonist in the eyes of everyone. If he knew that Nan Jun said in public that he wanted to marry him, he would definitely not be able to sleep at this time. of.

Although there was a small episode of Nanjun's frank relationship with the young masters of the Qiao family, it did not prevent the young masters from wanting to show off their talents in front of the emperor and the young ladies.

Except for Zuo Cheng, the other men still have the determination to fight.

Even if he can't be the rightful king, isn't there still a place for the side king?

As long as you like it in your heart, what can you do if you don't want to be a righteous king?

Besides, the son of Prime Minister Qiao's family has a noble status, so being a concubine under him is not considered a grievance.

It's not that Zuo Cheng doesn't fight, he naturally wants to be a righteous monarch, he has been competing with Qiao Yun everywhere since he was a child, how can he fall behind when it comes to choosing a wife?

Qiao Yun, if you have the ability to win the heart of Her Royal Highness, that is your ability!

If he couldn't keep it, so what if it was Qiao Qingquan's son?

Nan Jun was really not interested in those Yingyingyanyans singing and dancing, not to mention, there were so many eyes staring at her covetously.

While everyone was enjoying the singing and dancing, Nan Jun quietly left the banquet and walked towards the imperial garden.

She also had selfish intentions when she made Qiao Yun in public today. Qiao Yun was about to reach the age of engagement. If she said so, Qiao Qingquan would not dare to marry Qiao Yun to others easily, and she would have more opportunities to be with that young man. People cultivate and cultivate feelings.

A gust of breeze hits, mixed with a familiar smell.

As soon as Nan Jun raised his eyes, he saw Bi Se who was sleeping soundly on the stone table, shook his head helplessly, and walked slowly towards the little man.

Raising his hand to caress the face that he thought about day and night, Nan Jun still couldn't bear to wake him up.

He and himself are only on two sides, if it surprises him, it will be bad.

He took off his snow-white robe inlaid with gold thread, and carefully covered the little man. Seeing his side face lying on his arm, his small mouth sometimes pursed and pursed, Nan Jun was stunned for a moment. .

That smear of red cinnabar was extremely eye-catching on the white forehead, no matter what life it was, as long as there was this cinnabar mole, she could find him.

Yun'er, that woman is really so good, is it worth your ten lifetimes of wandering in exchange for that lifetime of love?

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Nan Jun hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned around, and disappeared into the autumn scenery.

Qiao Yun raised his hand and rubbed his misty eyes. A familiar smell came into his nose. After sniffing carefully, the little man's eyes were attracted by the white shirt on his body.

This clothes...isn't that person's?

How could it be on me?

Qiao Yun hurriedly got up, and the last bit of drowsiness disappeared.

Looking around, apart from the swaying branches, flowers and plants, and the occasional chirping of insects and birds, where is there a second person?

But when did the clothes cover him?

Why is this smell so similar to that day when my benefactor's sister hugged me?

Could it be that women all smell the same?

Familiar voice, similar figure, same taste...

Qiao Yun's ears turned red, and he quickly shook his head to drive that white figure out of his mind.

He is not such a flirtatious man, he obviously likes his benefactor's sister, so how can he care about the woman next to him?

It must be just a coincidence, an illusion caused by thinking too much about my benefactor and sister.

"Peach?"

Qiao Yun murmured this word, and her mind had already flown out of the palace, to pursue the blackness that was holding her that day.

"Master, why are you here? Let Ah Liang find it easier."

A Liang's anxious voice came from behind, and Qiao Yun subconsciously hid the clothes in his hands behind his back, but when he thought that such a way of covering his ears and stealing the bell was useless, Qiao Yun simply hugged the snow-white robe again.

He just glanced behind him from a distance, maybe the clothes don't belong to that person?

They have never even met each other, so how can she treat herself so well?

Ah Liang had come to his side, Qiao Yun muttered with a blushing face, "I accidentally fell asleep and forgot the time..."

"The Patriarch and the Lord have been looking for the young master, so hurry up!"

Ah Liang was anxious, so he didn't notice Qiao Yun's strangeness, and only led him to the banquet quickly.

The more Qiao Yun walked, the more he felt that something was wrong. These people seemed to be hiding something in their eyes. Could it be that something important happened just now?

"Yun'er, come to uncle..."

Before Qiao Yun found his parents, he was recruited by the regent Wang Jun.

"Yun'er pays respects to uncle."

Qiao Yun whispered greetings to the Prince Regent, and was held by his side and sat beside him.

Qiao Yun hadn't figured out why the Prince Regent was so enthusiastic towards him suddenly, when countless knives shot towards him.

The small body shivered, and the clothes held in his arms were exposed.

There were already many people staring at Qiao Yun, but now he is holding a woman's robe in his arms, and everyone can see clearly.

The regent Wang Jun looked down at the clothes in Qiao Yun's arms, and his eyes were narrowed with a smile.

His daughter is quite discerning. This child grew up with Du Shujing since she was a child. She has no virtue. It's just that she is younger. If she can be two years older, then he can wait to have grandchildren Have a daughter?

Zuo Cheng waited fiercely for Qiao Yun, especially when he saw him hugging the man's clothes, the anger in Zuo Cheng's eyes wished to burn Qiao Yun to ashes.

"Yun'er, come and taste the hibiscus cake in this palace. It's sweet but not greasy. It should suit your appetite."

The Prince Regent pushed the pastry plate in front of Qiao Yun, and said dotingly in the same tone as he would treat his own children.

"Thank you uncle..."

Before Qiao Yun's fingers touched the pastry, Du Shujing ran over with a teasing expression on his face.