The man's slender and cold fingers wrapped around An Qing like the purest white jade and fell on his shoulders.
His long dark hair exuded a faint fragrance.
His eyes were bright and dazzling under the candlelight, and his eyelashes flickered.
It flickers between light and dark, and the smile is on the jade-like face.
It is gentle but has no warmth.
The voice is full of carelessness: "Isn't it cold?"
"Leng A sneeze" As if to verify the authenticity of this sentence, An Qing sneezed right after she said it, and she sniffed.
He hugged his chest tightly with his arms, and his eyes fell on the handsome face of the man, with a hint of resentment.
Like a gust of wind blowing by, An Qing felt her body warm.
She was already covered with the brocade quilt that was originally on the soft couch, and a hot Tang Pozi was stuffed into her hand.
She was stunned, her mouth slightly opened, I looked at the man for a long time and couldn't say a word.
An Qing, who was in a state of shock, could only think about the gust of wind just now.
It happened in front of her eyes, but she didn't see anything clearly.
Martial arts and other things were actually real.
A certain system expressed its distaste for An Qing's fuss, but it wisely did not express an opinion and just showed a set of dazzling white teeth on a certain screen.
The man looked at her with disgust.
An Qing, who was pale and had dull eyes, raised her eyebrows, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to take her cold little hand.
The warm touch in her hand made An Qing calm down.
She watched with some trepidation as the man held her hand, bit her lip gently, and asked tentatively with a little excitement that could not be concealed: " Your martial arts are very powerful.”
"It's not the most powerful, but it's okay."
The man took An Qing's hand and led her onto the soft couch.
He sat down on the chair next to the soft couch before answering casually.
An Qing nestled her already cold body into the brocade quilt, hugging the warm Tang Pozi tightly, her face gradually became rosy, and her cold eyes looked a little misty because of the warmth.
She had calmed down. , squinting his eyes, glanced at the people sitting next to him, and said firmly: "You should be the fourth prince."
The man nodded, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You just came to see me, didn't you?
You already knew it when I came in, why bother asking?"
An Qing was choked on her words.
She was slightly startled and said with a sneer: "It's a shame that dad always said that there are no spies in Wutong Garden, but dad is arrogant."
An Qing and the fourth prince looked at each other.
Look, the eyes are sharp and tit-for-tat On the fourth prince's cold and tense face as cold as ice, the corners of his lips slowly raised, his eyes bent a little, and a bright smile appeared, like a spring flower blooming, and even his voice became a little warmer: "Alright?
He’s really a character who doesn’t take any chances, but how did you know that?”
An Qing rolled his eyes and glared at the Fourth Prince bitterly: "I came here in the name of offering incense, and my mother is enshrined here at Qingyue Temple.
It is a reasonable and reasonable thing to go out to look for someone.
Only my father and I are here."
I know, it can be said to be a secret, but I entered the mountain gate, Lord Master Chiqingwu told me that he had arranged for me a pure residence in the bamboo forest.
When a princess came, shouldn't it be a first-class Zen room?
She directly gave me the most pure and uninhabited place in the whole nunnery, but it was not The most suitable aristocratic residence, unless she knows that I have another purpose for coming here tgt ttrgt: