Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 85 The Rain Falls Rouge Tears, Pear Blossom Plays Begonia (9)

The boy gritted his teeth: "You are simply inhuman!"

But no matter what Song Ci said, the time for a stick of incense was brought to Xiao He's room, and the door was pushed to the ground as soon as it was closed.

The floor is covered with high-quality fox wool carpets, and it doesn't hurt to fall.

There is an incense burner burning in the room, and the tent is warmed by the fragrance of fragrance. The whole room is decorated with gold and jade borders, which is extravagant to the extreme.

Xiao He came out of the shower, his robes were casually draped over his body, revealing his firm chest, and he was lazily nestled on the soft couch.

Song Ci's clothes were still a little dirty with mud, and a little bit of plaster was rubbed on her face, but she was beautiful enough, so it didn't affect her at all.

Xiao He raised his eyebrows, "Can you sing? Sing it to me."

Does he want to sing for him like a diva?

Did he think he was a woman from the romantic place he usually went to?

The feeling of being humiliated made Song Ci's face a little cold, and said word by word: "No."

"I won't just kneel tonight."

Xiao He rubbed the center of his brows irritably, his voice was dry and cold, he picked up the cup on the table and threw it at Song Ci, the tea splashed all over him, the young man stood there without saying a word.

Suddenly thought of something, and sneered: "That servant just now is called Dong Qi, right? I saw that you have a good relationship just now, I don't know if you pulled him over and cut off his flesh piece by piece with a knife, would you be more obedient? ?”

Dong Qi is kind to herself, she can tell the difference between kindness and resentment.

The young man lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, his voice was colder than nine days of ice: "Don't involve others in my affairs."

Seeing her like this, Xiao He should have been happy, but his heart became more and more depressed: "Song Ci, Song Ci, you actually knelt down to me for a servant, what about your previous arrogance?"

"You are really good!"

"If you want to kneel, get out and kneel, don't get up without my permission!"

Seeing Song Ci get up and go out, Xiao He angrily picked up the cup given by the emperor on the small table and threw it out. The cup hit the door directly and shattered into pieces in an instant.

Song Ci was kneeling just outside the door, the young man looked at the broken cup in front of him, pursed his thin lips, and those beautiful eyes with different eyes were flat and without any emotion.

The servants who passed by all lowered their heads one after another, and stopped where they were, not daring to pass.

Since the old prince died a few months ago, the young prince's temperament has become more and more irritable. He was originally a playboy who didn't know how to eat, drink and have fun, but now he is more tyrannical.

Most of the high-ranking officials and famous families in the imperial city disliked him, but now that the Holy One is favoring him, everyone can only knock out their teeth and eat it whole when they have hardships.

For several days in a row, every time Xiao He opened the door, the boy still knelt there, his posture was still upright, just like a tall and straight tree.

Xiao He sneered and walked straight past her.

Song Ci suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant silver bell, and subconsciously shifted his gaze.

Another girl's voice came out: "Little prince, today you..."

The girl hadn't finished speaking when she saw the boy kneeling on the ground, his face was cold and his eyes were indifferent, but he looked really good-looking.

"Who is he?" Luo Qian asked curiously.

"It's just a servant." Either Xiao He wrapped his arms around her waist, and continued: "Today, my lord, I'm going to take you to a fun place, are you happy?"

Luo Qian nodded shyly: "Happy."

The scorching breath hit his face, and the Canaan scent around the tip of his nose made his face redden instantly.

Before leaving, he inadvertently turned his head to look at the cold, jade-like young man behind him.

Not long after they left, Song Ci narrowed his eyes, looked at the closed door, a trace of mockery overflowed from the bottom of his eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Miss Ye, the little prince is really not here..." Next to him was a servant anxiously persuading, trying to stop the woman's movements.

"Why don't you let me in, he is clearly inside!"

"Miss Ye, really, don't be a slave..."

The little girl was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she couldn't stop Ye Xinyue's movements.

"Why don't you let me in, I'm going in today!" A loud and angry female voice sounded.

She just pushed away the obstructing maid and walked in.

The maids were about to cry but had no tears. The little prince had ordered him to forbid anyone to come in when he left, especially Ms. Ye...

Ye Xinyue went around the pavilion and entered the yard, and saw the young man kneeling in front of the door.

The skin is as cold as jade, and the appearance is handsome, but the complexion is a bit unsightly.

Ye Xinyue walked over and kicked him: "Hey, who are you, why are you kneeling here?"

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was struggling a bit, his lips were pale, and the corners of his lips moved before he could speak, before he passed out.

Ye Xinyue saw the boy passed out on the ground, she had never encountered such a situation before, she immediately panicked, bent down and squatted down and shook him: "What's wrong with you, I didn't use any strength just now!"

The teenager has lost consciousness and can't even hear what she said.

Ye Xinyue immediately called someone and sent him to the next room.

The doctor who rushed over saw the symptoms of this man without taking a pulse. The old doctor with a goatee stroked his beard and looked at the child thoughtfully.

Ye Xinyue asked: "How is he? He won't die, will he?"

"Not dead, just fainted from hunger."

The old man blew his beard and stared at Ye Xinyue's words.

"Oh, that's it." Ye Xinyue greeted the little maid next to her, "Go and prepare something to eat."

The little maid nodded and left

Only Ye Xinyue and Song Ci were left in the room
The young man had a pale face, his brows were slightly frowned, he seemed to have encountered something bad, a drop of crystal tear suddenly slipped from the corner of his eye, his lips moved and he murmured: "..."

"What did he just say?"

Ye Xinyue leaned forward to listen to what he said, but the young man grabbed his sleeve and immediately stepped back to tear off his hand.

The boy's grip was so tight that he refused to let go, the more she struggled, the more he gripped, panicked and painful, begging bitterly: "Please don't leave me..."

Seeing the panicked and helpless nonsense of the young man, Ye Xinyue suddenly softened her heart.

"Miss Ye, the snack you want."

Hearing the little maid's knock on the door, he suddenly came back to his senses and pulled away his sleeve.

"Just put it on the table."

The little maid put the things on the table and hurried away, ready to inform Xiao He.

Ye Xinyue squeezed a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, the boy could only pour a glass of water for him without opening his mouth.

"Tell me why you kneel in front of Xiao He's room door?"

"Could it be that he accidentally dropped his things?"

Ye Xinyue muttered and poured him a glass of water.

The boy choked, coughed violently, his cheeks flushed, and even his eyes mist.

Ye Xinyue patted him on the back, "Hey, you..."

The boy raised his eyes to reveal a basket of different pupils, one black and one black, which were covered by a thin layer of mist at the moment, his eyelashes were still trembling due to coughing, and there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes.

I coughed so hard just now that my voice is still hoarse: "Miss Ye?"

Ye Xinyue glanced slightly at Dai Mei. Although she had never seen Song Ci, General Song's youngest son, she had heard of this unique pair of different pupils.

She thought it was a false rumor that Young Master Song was robbed by Xiao He and returned to the palace, but she didn't expect it to be true.

"You know me?" Ye Xinyue took a moment to look carefully at the frail young man on the bed.

Song Ci's eyes flickered slightly, and she was a little embarrassed: "I saw her in a hurry at the Hundred Flowers Festival before, and the young lady's beauty is unforgettable at a glance."

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