Chapter 225 It has nothing to do with the princess
After looking at each other for a moment, he walked up slowly, bringing with him a faint fragrance, which seemed to have the ability to confuse people's hearts.
He came to Yin Luzhu and handed over the handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo.
Looking down at her, Xuanqing looked complicated, "The prince has really changed now."
Yin Luzhu quickly stood up from the ground, ignoring the handkerchief Xuanqing handed him, and just raised his hand to quickly wipe away his tears.
"I just fell down and it hurts me to death!"
Xuanqing looked at her deeply, but did not expose the insincerity of her words.
Just now, he clearly saw the sadness that could not be hidden in this man's eyes.
Just...
A flash of doubt flashed in Xuanqing's heart. He was Yin Luzhu, the eldest son of Prince Chu Xiang's palace. He was born noble and pampered, yet he would show such an expression.
"Ha!" Xuanqing said a syllable sarcastically.
What a shameless moan!
He put the handkerchief back on his body and said, "I heard that today is the prince's birthday, so I wanted to ask for a drink. It seems that Xuan Qing came by accident."
Yin Luzhu blinked, "What about my birthday gift?"
"Will the Crown Prince still lack a mere gift?"
Yin Luzhu looked at him and nodded seriously, "Didn't you see that no one in the civil and military dynasty came to congratulate me except those from the former Chu Xiang Prince's Palace? They look down on my prince!"
"But isn't the Prime Minister here?" Xuanqing looked at her complicatedly, with traces of inquiry in his eyes.
That was Shen Nanxiao, Prime Minister of the Great Yin Dynasty. In the past, he hated Yin Luzhu the most, but now he actually comes to this mansion to send congratulatory gifts.
I wanted to come over and take a look, but who knew, but it was still a step too late.
"Xuanqing's food and clothing all come from the crown prince, and he has no wealth, so he can save this birthday gift."
Without saying a word, he walked slowly outside with the support of Wang Yi.
Looking at the somewhat frail figure, Yin Luzhu frowned slightly.
"What a hypocritical dog!"
Ahead, Xuanqing heard the sound reaching his eardrums. His footsteps paused for a moment, and then he slowly walked forward again.
……
It was originally a bright moon and clear sky, but in an instant, it started pouring rain.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The sky is as cold as water at night, the candlelight flickers inside the window, and drizzle falls outside the window. The accumulated water drips quietly along the eaves, creating a circle of ripples on the ground, like sighing and holding back.
At this moment, the double doors of the main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion were wide open, and glazed lights were lit inside, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.
Qiao Suiyi sat there quietly, her eyes falling on Shen Nanxiao without any concealment.
"Master Xiang, where have you been?"
Hearing this, Shen Nanxiao frowned slightly, "Princess, my matter has nothing to do with the princess, so there is no need to ask more."
Hearing this, Qiao Suiyi's eyes flashed with darkness.
After a moment of silence, she stood up from her chair.
Her skirt has a long train and wide sleeves with large peonies fluttering in emerald green smoked gauze. She wears a floor-length pink daffodil and green leaf skirt. She wears a thin rose-scented gauze bra with thin cicada wings. The skirt is made of as thin as fetal hair. The gold and silver threads are embroidered into branches of Qianye Begonia and flying orioles, and blue smoke and purple embroidered scales are embroidered on the floor.
Incredibly beautiful.
But with such beauty in front of her, Shen Nanxiao never laid his eyes on her.
His whole body exuded an aura of indifference that would repulse others.
"I asked someone to send the princess back to the palace."
