Fang Qing raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said calmly: "What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? No one in this world can predict the future. It's just that you forgot that I told you, your third lady is so popular, not only will you attract friends, but you will also attract flies.
"
Chunxiang's heart hanging in her throat suddenly returned to its original position, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then——
"Then Concubine Jing is here too?" Chunxiang blurted out in surprise. The only one who would make the third lady call a fly is Concubine Jing.
Luan Yuchen's face suddenly looked surprised.
Chunxiang felt that she was being presumptuous, and she quickly covered her lips.
Fang Qing continued this topic with great interest. "That's right, not only have the flies arrived, but the butterfly flowers that attract flies have also arrived." Fang Qing twitched the corners of her lips lightly.
Pansies?
"Could it be, could it be, Prince Ning?!" After Chunxiang finished guessing, she immediately raised her hands to cover her lips tightly.
Yu Tianqi is a butterfly flower?!
hehe--
Luan Yuchen was beside him. When he heard this, he couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.
"Qing'er." There was a hint of blame in his tone, but his eyes were full of endearment.
"It's true, brother, don't you think it's very similar? That person is like a butterfly flower, bright and dazzling on the outside, but on the inside, when it's flamboyant, isn't it just like a butterfly flower? The other one, following him all day long, originally, the name
For bees or butterflies, it would be more appropriate. But my sister, I really hate that woman. Calling her a fly is not an exaggeration. Who told her to always ask for trouble? She can only live a good life, but she insists on stirring up trouble.
"Girl Chunxiang, do you think the third lady's metaphor is appropriate?" Fang Qing's face was calm, but the coldness in her tone softened by three points.
A squeaking sound.
Chunxiang let go of her hands covering her lips. She couldn't help it anymore, and she suddenly laughed. The laughter was as clear as a bell, and she almost fell to the ground laughing.
"Chunxiang, is it that funny?" Fang Qing looked at her blankly. She told the truth and was not telling a joke.
At this time, Luan Yuchen also laughed loudly.
"Qing'er, you, you -" He never thought that his sister would still be joking. He was really grateful to the sky at this moment. He looked at Fang Qing dotingly, raised his hand, and tapped Fang Qing gently with his fingers.
For a moment, he felt that his move was not appropriate and took his hand back in embarrassment.
Fang Qing didn't like Luan Yuchen's sudden unfamiliarity. "Brother, you don't have to worry about the butterfly flower. You and I are brothers and sisters, and we should be cordial together."
Luan Yuchen's warm eyes flashed with a gentle color. He smiled brightly and was instantly relieved. "Qing'er is right, it's the eldest brother who is pedantic." He stood up slowly and looked at Fang Qing with a smile: "It's getting late, Qing.
Get some rest quickly, my eldest brother will carry you over."
Fang Qing shook her head. "Brother, go and have a rest. Qing'er wants to read some more."
"Well, don't look too late. The night breeze is cool, so remember to put on more clothes." Luan Yuchen warned carefully.
"I know, brother, go ahead." Fang Qing's lips curved slightly.
Luan Yuchen watched her with a faint smile and slowly left Fengqi Pavilion. Fang Qing waited until Luan Yuchen's Zhuoran Yuyu figure disappeared in the green bamboo forest, then she turned back and looked at Chunxiang lightly.
"Chunxiang, make a cup of green tea."
"Yes, Third Miss, I'll be here soon." Chunxiang was surprised. Third Miss usually rested very early. It's so late now, why is Third Miss still reading? But she didn't dare to be careless in the movements of her hands.
She carefully made a cup of green tea for Fang Qing.
"Miss Third, green tea." She placed the steamy hot tea steadily in front of Fang Qing.
Fang Qing raised her eyes from the book. She glanced at the shadows in the green bamboo forest and raised her lips slightly.
"Miss Third, what are you looking at?" Chunxiang walked to the door strangely and looked around. "It's strange, there is nothing." She planned to close the door.
A gust of wind blew past her, and with a plop, her body fell softly to the ground.
"You're finally here." Fang Qing put down the book. The person she had been waiting for all night finally appeared.
This third prince was indeed very patient. He didn't come to her until now, but she had missed him a bit.
Outside the door, under the bright moonlight, a man dressed in a silver robe floated in the night wind, with a cold and hazy color. Turning around suddenly, he saw a splash of ink and green silk, and an unparalleled and elegant face that conquered the country was instantly revealed, shocking the heart and soul.