Chapter 91: Rain falls, rouge tears fall, pear blossoms play with begonias (15)

Author: melon crisp

Chapter 91 Rain falls, rouge tears fall, pear blossoms play with begonias (15)

The young man still looked cold when he raised his eyes. There were wounds on his neck, his hair was messy, and there was an unnoticeable bruise on the corner of his lips. The feeling of being ravaged and broken made people want to... bully and crush them.

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Song Ci handed him the poured water: "Water."

Xiao He sneered and thought: He is really cold, but his face changes very quickly.

Xiao He did not take the water he handed over. Song Ci thought he was saying it was hot again like last time and wanted to tease him, so she immediately added: "It's not hot."

Xiao He curled his lips: "Why, do you still remember what happened last time?"

Song Ci glanced at the little fat man next to him who was sizing him up, and spoke to Xiao He with a somewhat soft voice: "Don't forget what the young prince said."

The little fat man Fang Zhengxian winked at Xiao He and said, "Little prince, who is this person?"

Xiao He smiled evilly, stretched out his hand to take the cup from Song Ci's hand, took a sip of it in a dignified manner, and put it on the table: "Want to know?"

The little fat man nodded like a spring and rubbed his hands with a smile: "Think about it!"

The pretty beauty with blue waves, who had been abandoned by Fang Zhengxian, bit her handkerchief while looking at Xiao He's handsome and charming face.

If it hadn't been for what happened some time ago, she would definitely have taken the initiative to go to the young prince to express his condolences.

Xiao He took out the fan from his waist, turned it in a circle in his hand, and hit Fang Zhengxian's fat hand, "Get out of here."

Fang Zhengxian, who was knocked back, immediately retracted his hand. Without getting any information from Xiao He, he turned around and approached Song Ci with a smile on his face, "Little beauty, what's your name?"

He looked at Xiao He's half-smiling expression, narrowed his eyes, and replied for a moment: "I am just a servant of the young prince, no matter what my name is, it doesn't matter."

Song Ci deliberately named his identity by saying this, and realized that his situation was exactly what Xiao He wanted.

"Ah, servant? You're white and tender, and they don't look like you at all?"

Fang Zhengxian was curious and wanted to reach over and pinch Xiao He's little face, but the young man dodged it. He didn't succeed and wanted to reach out to hold his little hand, but Xiao He stopped him.

The gorgeous fan opened and stood in Song Ci's hand: "Fang Zhengxian, my people are not allowed to move."

It's not like Xiao He has never called him by his first name. He usually did it when he was angry. Now that he said these words and looked at Xiao He's sinister smile, a chill ran down his spine subconsciously.

Fang Zhengxian defended and laughed twice in a flattering manner: "Young prince, I was just curious, curious!"

"What are you curious about?"

Hear his voice before seeing him

A gentle voice came in with a smile.

The first impression you get is that this person is as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

However, such a person would actually come to a place like this, and hang out with these dandy disciples. Those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Presumably, he himself is not an elegant, upright and gentle young man.

Song Ci couldn't help but look at the visitor curiously.

The man had the face of a fair young scholar, wearing an elegant azure robe with vermilion patterns. A dark green bamboo leaf crown tied up his hair high. When the breeze blew, the green ribbon wrapped around the crown lifted up the long hair.

The hair flew up.

This man seemed to have a sense of elegance and uprightness. He looked at Xiao He and then at Fang Zhengxian, and sighed helplessly: "I told you not to ask me out in a place like this again, why didn't you listen?

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When the girl playing the piano saw the young man coming in, her eyes showed a bit of obsession. In the blink of an eye, she thought of something and disappeared in an instant, turning into endless loneliness.

"Brother Duan, there is no way Fatty Fang can say that there is a meaning here." Xiao He curled his lips and smiled evilly.

Xiao He noticed that Duan Youwen had been staring at Song Ci since he entered the door. He curled his lips and raised his fingers at the quiet and indifferent young man: "Come here."

Song Ci moved towards him, and before he could ask, he heard Xiao He pointing at the handsome young man and saying, "This is Duan Youwen, a great talent in the imperial city."

Duan Youwen, just like his name, is full of economics and outstanding literary talents. He has been a genius since he was a child, and everyone in the Yan Kingdom knows about him.

This man is truly elegant and romantic, but what makes him most famous is not his literary talent but his habit of short-sleeved shirts.

Xiao He raised the corners of his lips and smiled playfully: "Say hello to Mr. Duan."

Xiao He didn't believe that Song Ci had never heard of this person, but he deliberately wanted him to come into contact with him.

Song Ci looked at him with some hesitation in his eyes, then turned to look at the young master: "Hello, Master Duan."

Duan Youwen walked towards him with a smile. Looking at his beautiful eyes, he could guess who this person was without him having to say anything. He sat on the wooden chair opposite the young man and said, "Young Master is polite."

Song Ci felt uncomfortable with what he saw. The hands on her legs tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, which were full of wrinkles.

Xiao He observed his movements with a smile, looked at the young man's increasingly solemn expression, lowered his head and leaned close to his ear: "Don't be nervous."

Song Ci was unprepared for Xiao He's sudden approach, and her body reflexively sat upright.

Duan Youwen looked at the young man's reaction amusedly, "Brother Xiao, you just scared him."

"You were obviously the one who scared me."

Xiao He smiled strangely

Duan Youwen still spoke so gently: "I'm not convinced. After all, I didn't do anything just now. Young Master, please tell me, am I right?"

Xiao He felt his scalp tightening when he was stared at by him.

The little chubby guy in the back came out and said to Duan Youwen: "Don't embarrass the little beauty."

Song Ci must be more inclined to Fang Zhengxian than Duan Youwen and Xiao He, because this little fat man doesn't have that kind of dirty desire in his eyes, he just wants to have fun.

Liu Yan's fingers trembled a little when she played the pipa through Mansha, and she played an unexpected note while distracted.

Duan Youwen did not look back, and warned in a gentle voice: "Miss Liu Yan, be careful not to get distracted next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Duan." After Liu Yan said this, he immediately took back his thoughts and strummed the strings.

Duan Youwen was sitting and making tea, his movements were very smooth, but his eyes sometimes lingered on Song Ci, seemingly unintentionally.

Song Ci pretended not to notice, and sat quietly in Xiao He, staring at the cup in his hand with her cold eyes in a trance.

After being lightly tapped on the shoulder, Song Ci raised his head and looked at Duan Youwen, his eyes still filled with confusion as he had just been distracted: "What's wrong?"

Duan Youwen spoke very gently: "It's okay, I think you were distracted by what you were watching."

Song Ci actually had a good impression of Duan Youwen, a gentle young man. She was a girl and she relaxed when she thought that he was not interested in women.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Xiao He looked at Song Ci in surprise, narrowed his eyes, and a dark light quickly flashed across his dark eyes.

Did you start talking familiarly in just a moment?
Chapter completed!