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Chapter 204: The First Confrontation! 4

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Chapter 204: The first confrontation! (4)

He jumped onto the shaft, Xiao Yao tied the reins of the big red horse to the shaft, picked up the curtain and got into the carriage.

The interior of Qin Haoyu's carriage was luxurious and elegant, with snow-white soft animal skins, making it extremely comfortable to sit on.

Seeing Xiao Yao sit down, Qin Haoyu immediately sat up straight, took out a cup from the secret compartment on the side of the carriage, and placed it on the small table in the carriage.

The small table is covered with iron sheets, and there is a magnet under the cup. Even if it is bumpy, the wine will not be spilled.

Xiao Yao looked around the carriage and saw that there were books and other items in the upper grid. He shook his head and sighed, "Seventh Prince, you are really a person who knows how to enjoy!"

"I just want to waste some time on this, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be suffocated to death!" Qin Haoyu smiled faintly, picked up the wine bottle, filled her cup, and pushed the snacks in the small iron box on the table towards her.

Pushed, "Come on, try some of the palace snacks!"

Although he was teasing, Xiao Yao could hear the hint of reluctance in his tone.

After several interactions, Xiao Yao had a certain understanding of the seventh prince. He knew that his talents, knowledge and mind were far superior to those of the prince, and he also had a benevolent heart and a broad mind. It would be a pity not to be the emperor.

Holding the cup and sniffing the aroma of the wine, Xiao Yao's eyes glanced at "General History of the Mainland" and "Guidelines for the Governance of the Country" on the bookshelf... His eyes finally landed on Qin Haoyu's face, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Why, the wine doesn't suit your taste?!" Qin Haoyu asked curiously.

Xiao Yao shook his head lightly, "I'm just a little aggrieved for the prince!"

"Unjust?!" Qin Haoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her, then looked away for a moment, "Speaking of unfairness, I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you!"

"Oh? My lord, may I ask?"

"As far as I know, after you entered Qianqiu College that day, you were the one who took the initiative to sever ties with the Xiao family in the Xiao family ancestral hall, but why?!"

Xiao Yao was startled, then laughed out loud for a moment, "Your Majesty is wrong, I am not without ambition, I just want my own world and freedom, I just want to control my own destiny in my own hands, this is different from Your Majesty

of!"

"Maybe!" Qin Haoyu took a shallow sip of wine, with a hint of reluctance in his tone, "I remember that when I was very young, my eldest brother and my third brother and I often hunted together in the autumn. At that time, the eldest brother always liked to hug me

I rode the same horse, leaving my third brother far behind. At that time, what I longed for most was the autumn hunting time!"

Xiao Yao smiled, "It's a pity that people always have to grow up!"

"Yes!" Qin Haoyu's face was stained with sadness, "Sometimes, I really envy Ruoxue. If I were like her, maybe my relationship with my eldest brother and my third brother could always be harmonious!"

Among the royal family, the world is at war.

From dynasty to dynasty, it is always inevitable.

Naturally, Qin Haoyu, a talented person, had already heard some rumors. He did not want to get involved in these fights, but as outstanding as him, he unknowingly became the object of rejection by his eldest brother and third brother.

"Come to think of it, the prince probably doesn't agree with my brother-killing thing, right?" Xiao Yao asked softly.

"Some things are always helpless!" Qin Haoyu smiled tolerantly, "I know you must have your reasons for doing things. Okay, let's not talk about this. I see you have a flute on your waist. Can you play a tune for me?!

"

Taking off the flute bag from his waist, Xiao Yao gently opened the black silk strap and took out the black bamboo flute. His eyes glanced at the flute hole on it, and he couldn't help but think of Si Wuxie.


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