Looking at Qiu Yin carefully from the side, he saw that his skin was still the same as he had seen five years ago, pink, white and breakable. Even women were not even half as good as him.
His eyelashes were thick and curled, and the moment he blinked lightly, there was a look of pity on his face. His thin lips were pursed slightly, and I didn't know what he was thinking.
This was the first time in the past five years that Mo Liuxi looked at Qiu Yin carefully in such a quiet situation, just like he did when he first met the young master of the Murong family in the palace five years ago.
The Murong family was a famous tea merchant in Nanling, a supplier of top-quality tea to the imperial court. Murong Qiu was the youngest of the Murong family, and the most beloved son of Murong Chong, the head of the Murong family. Therefore, Murong Chong deliberately wanted to cultivate
This youngest son, it was at that time when he accompanied his father Murong Chong to the Third Prince's Mansion to give them the Murong family's top-quality tribute tea "Quai" that he met him for the first time.
He looked at him smiling in front of him, with a hint of shyness, but this shyness was not artificial at all, it was natural and eye-catching.
From that day on, he always used pretexts to get close to him, and slowly, he began to fall in love with him. He, Mo Liuxi, never thought that the current third prince, who was so arrogant and arrogant, would fall in love with a man.
He even got deeply involved in this, and even worse, he had several quarrels with his father because of him.
He began to recall the scene of the two of them getting to know each other five years ago. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and became a little dim.
He just looked at Qiu Yin, who sat quietly in a daze from beginning to end.
It wasn't until that gust of cool wind blew by that he suddenly came to his senses. At the same time, he also noticed that there was another person behind him at this moment.
His heart suddenly panicked, and he turned his head and saw Mo Liuxi standing with his deep eyes, staring at him without saying a word. The expression on his face was a little dark, and he couldn't tell that he was angry, but
Not very happy either.
As soon as he saw Mo Liuxi, Qiu Yin immediately stood up from the stone bench, "I have met the third prince."
He looked so humble and distant, which made Mo Liuxi extremely depressed and disgusted.
His face fell, and he said in a cold voice: "Get up."
After saying that, he sat down on the small stool next to the stone table and raised his eyes to give him another evil look.
At this time, Qiu Yin had already stood up, but stood aside tremblingly, with his head lowered and silent. The more he looked at him like this, the fire in Mo Liuxi's heart kept trying to escape.
After a while, I heard him say: "How is your injury?"
As if he was flattered, Qiu Yin was afraid that he might answer too slowly, so he said, "Thank you, Third Prince, my slave's injury is much better."
"Um."
He was holding back a lot of fire in his heart and wanted to vent it, but facing the pitiful Qiu Yin in front of him, he just suppressed the anger.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Qiu Yin angrily, and suddenly saw that he was hesitant to say something, and felt a little happy in his heart.
Putting away the excitement that ignited in his eyes for a moment, he said calmly: "What's wrong? Do you have something to say to me?"
When Qiu Yin heard this question, his smart and dark eyes suddenly brightened up, and he nodded hurriedly to Mo Liuxi.
"If you have anything to do, please tell me."
Mo Liuxi still pretended to be calm, but she couldn't help but look at Qiu Yin's cute and alluring look from the corner of her eye.