Cheng Qinxue's eyes widened instantly. Although she stayed by Che Yue's side as a man and had normal contact with her, she had never seen Che Yue really angry. Now Che Yue's whole body was exuding cold air.
The cold air in the eyes still exudes a faint murderous aura!
Oh my God, that beautiful boy...how could he do this to her?
"Young Master..." Cheng Qinxue murmured with sore eyes. Loss and sadness were entangled in her heart at the same time, and the mist of tears finally covered her big, watery eyes.
Growing up, her father held her in his hands, and even the women and ministers in the palace wanted to give her some respect. How could she be so angry?
"Get down!" Cheyue ordered coldly, standing in front of the high pavilion, facing the cold wind, with such indifference that Cheng Qinxue's heart almost broke.[
She carefully put away the porridge, held back her tears, and her hatred for Ting Qingyu deepened.
The sky is stained with inexplicable clouds.
It's neither morning nor dusk, so why are there such gorgeous clouds?
Che Yue squinted her eyes and was about to go to the Hidden Phoenix Pavilion to apologize to Ting Qingyu when she heard a soft flute sound coming from not far away.
Che Yue was startled, his face sank, and his eyes showed heavy worry. He clapped his hands gently, and a guard in black stepped in.
"She's here, go see her."
"Young Master...don't you go and see him in person?" the black-clothed guard said solemnly, with a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"Well, tell Xiao Xi that I'm fine. If my mother has anything urgent, just ask her to tell you." Cheyue said lightly. The black-clothed guard was stunned for a moment, nodded, and retreated respectfully.
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Zanghuang Pavilion.
Today was the sunset in Chuoluo. Ting Qingyu was not in the mood to practice swordsmanship, so he called Chuoluo to the pavilion and planned to ask him something about last night.
Although she knew she might not be able to get anything out of the question, trying hard was better than not working hard at all, right?
"Princess, since I'm not practicing martial arts today, what's the matter with letting Chuo Luo come here?" As soon as Chuo Luo came in, his expression was a little strange, and the familiar agarwood fragrance in the pavilion that made his heart beat in confusion seemed to be a little stronger.