The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 586
Zhen Qingping saw that there were fewer and fewer people around, and finally realized, "Qingshan, are we going the right way? Why is there no one?"

Nan Qingshan curled his lips in front of him: "That's right, but this is a small road, usually not many people come here, and it leads to a small stream, so it's a very secret place."

"I see." Zhen Qingping's doubts were dispelled, and he asked with a smile: "Qingshan doesn't like places with many people?"

"There are many people who are crowded, and there are few people who are less fun. Which one would Qingping choose?"

"You've turned me on this road, what else do I have to do?" Zhen Qingping teased him.

Nan Qingshan's footsteps paused slightly, Zhen Qingping focused on his feet, didn't pay attention, and bumped his head on his back, "Uh..."

"careful!"

Zhen Qingping took a step back, couldn't stand firmly, and almost fell off the bluestone slab, Nan Qingshan quickly stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

Zhen Qingping panted slightly and looked at him, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

Nan Qingshan pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I'm thinking about why you are so easy to turn around..."

"Huh? What?"

His voice was too low for Zhen Qingping to hear clearly.

Nan Qingshan smiled lightly: "It's nothing, the rocks here have a lot of moss and are slippery, so be careful..."

As he said that, he held Zhen Qingping's hand tightly, "Forget it, I'll take you away, lest you slip again later."

Feeling the constant heat coming from the palm of his hand, Zhen Qingping was a little embarrassed, "No, I didn't pay attention just now, if you pull me, if you fall later, won't it hurt you?"

Nan Qingshan chuckled: "Then I'll support you below, at least I won't hurt you."

Zhen Qingping: "..."

He took a deep breath and let it out again.

He was silent for a long time, and tentatively asked: "Qingshan has such a character, is it very likable?"

Nan Qingshan raised his eyebrows, turned to look at him: "Really? I don't think so."

Zhen Qingping nodded: "I think so."

Nan Qingshan glanced over his slightly red earlobe, without speaking.

Along the way afterwards, neither of them took the initiative to bring up any topics, as if they were suddenly dumb.

Zhen Qingping didn't hear his voice until Nan Qingshan stopped again.

"It's here, it's here."

Zhen Qingping looked up, and all he could see was pink, the breeze blew, and the flowers fell like rain, like a dream.

The brook gurgled and flowed over the stone, making a soft sound.

Zhen Qingping's eyes showed surprise, "You really have to be there to know what a beautiful scene is."

Nan Qingshan walked to the side and sat down, only then did Zhen Qingping notice that there were stone tables and benches, except for some fallen flowers on them, they were surprisingly clean.

"Why are these here? Did the people in the temple release them?"

Nan Qingshan put the wine jar on the table, lifted the mud seal and said, "No, I put it there."

Zhen Qingping was taken aback: "You?"

"Well, I've been here, waiting for someone."

Nan Qingshan pushed a jar of wine to the opposite position, and raised his hand to signal Zhen Qingping to sit down.

Zhen Qingping went over to sit down in a daze, and saw Nan Qingshan picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp.

Part of the transparent wine slipped down his rolling Adam's apple, and was hidden in the skirt of his clothes.

Zhen Qingping looked away at the touch of a touch, and opened and closed the folding fan from time to time, looking a little nervous.

"Waiting for who?"

Nan Qingshan put down the wine jar and laughed, "Look there—"

He pointed to Zhen Qingping's back.

(End of this chapter)