Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Yue Qinghe's deep eyes fell on Si Xuanzhu, who was wearing a mask. He pursed his lips and said nothing, and even poured a cup of hot tea for Chunyu Qingcheng himself.

Chunyu Qingcheng naturally took the tea cup and took a sip of tea. They seemed to be accustomed to this behavior.

"It seems that Your Highness still has something to ask me." Yue Qinghe poked at her thoughts.

Chunyu Qingcheng put down the teacup and smiled with an embarrassed look on his face, "It's nothing really. It's just that the storyteller last time treated the prince's deeds as a story and told a lot of stories. I was so absorbed in listening that I took it all seriously. . But when I think about it, how can any brother really admire his sister? She’s not a beast, right?"

Every word she spoke was like countless sharp arrows, shooting straight into Yue Qinghe's heart.

He held the tea cup with such strength that he almost crushed it. He looked at her calmly and looked at her coldly, "Don't the people of your country have their own stories to tell?"

"Yes, there are, but the stories are not as exciting as those from other countries."

"..." Yue Qinghe choked, lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her lips and remained silent.

Yue Qingchen is not her father's biological child, nor is she her own biological sister. I'm afraid Chun Yu Shang Lei knows this matter better than anyone else.

Therefore, the matter between him and Yue Qingchen was not as it was said outside.

only……

This matter cannot be admitted like that.

That's all, it's just a story made up by the common people.

"Your Highness has always liked reading and listening books. If you hear this story too much, you will inevitably be confused about the authenticity. Please don't be offended." Si Xuanzhu suddenly explained at this time.

"Of course not." Yue Qinghe's eyes dimmed, and when he met her pair of watery eyes, his voice was a little deeper, "It's just that His Highness likes to listen to books, and the storyteller downstairs tells the story of my king. , Why don’t Your Highness directly ask this king the person involved?”

Because Yue Qinghe came to the Southern Jin Kingdom, the previous stories about him became popular again.

So these days, the first floor of Zuishengmeng is all about the story of Yue Qinghe and Yue Qingchen.

The storyteller on the first floor vividly told the story between him and Yue Qingchen, which made his face become more and more gloomy.

Chunyu Qingcheng sounded reasonable, but...

"I ask you, will you tell me?"

"What do you want to hear, Your Highness?" He asked without answering.

"Of course it's about whether you really admire your own imperial sister."

Yue Qinghe probably didn't expect that she would be so direct. Her breath was stagnant, and then she took a sip of tea.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes and interrupted their conversation.

Si Xuanzhu said nothing and quietly picked up food for Chunyu Qingcheng.

Chunyu Qingcheng was still waiting for Yue Qinghe to tell her his story, but he didn't expect that he was silent for a long time without saying anything, and then said in despair: "I know that no one is willing to tell others such things directly."

Yue Qinghe slightly raised her eyes with a cold gaze, "I heard that His Highness and Prince Si are getting married next month. I am also quite curious about the story of your love for each other. I wonder if Your Highness can satisfy my curiosity?"

"Us?" Chunyu Qingcheng's delicate face showed a touch of shyness when she heard his words, "Xuanzhu and I have been in love for a long time. Although it is not as dramatic as the prince's story, Xuanzhu gave me a peace of mind that no one can give me. .”

As soon as the sound fell, she held the hand of the person beside her.

Si Xuanzhu's eyes under the mask looked at her without much enthusiasm, and he let her hold his hand.

Yue Qinghe's eyes turned slightly cold, and he drank tea to cover up the displeasure in his eyes.

He couldn't say the blessings to congratulate them, because the woman in front of him was obviously Yue Qingchen.

Even when her eyes looked at him, there was no trace of love or any sense of familiarity.

But he would never admit his mistake.

She is Yue Qingchen.

He remembered that five years ago, she had blocked a knife for him. The knife wound on her back was so severe that even if it healed, it would definitely leave a scar. If...

When Yue Qinghe saw the scene of her eating meat, she silently withdrew her eyes.

Is it possible that I have to break into her bedroom to watch her bathing tonight?

Do not……

Yue Qinghe was in a complicated mood and didn't say anything else to her.

Si Xuanzhu didn't seem to be a talkative person. He would only answer when Chunyu Qingcheng asked.

Yue Qinghe is not a talkative person either. Seeing the intimate interaction between his beloved woman and others, he did not directly lift the table and pull her away, which is because he has good self-control.

The storyteller on the first floor finished telling a story and the woman in front of him was tired. Si Xuanzhu offered to take her back to the palace.

Chunyu Qingcheng also felt that today was almost over, so she agreed, then raised her eyes to Yue Qinghe and said softly: "Your Highness, do you want to return to the palace with us?"

"Okay." Yue Qinghe responded.

As soon as they stepped out of the restaurant, a child bumped into them, and he jumped straight onto Chunyu Qingcheng and hugged her waist.

His move was so swift that even Yue Qinghe and Si Xuanzhu couldn't catch him.

"Mother." Before Chunyu Qingcheng could react, the child in her arms raised a white and tender face and looked at her, making a soft voice.

Chunyu Qingcheng lost consciousness when she looked at the face of the child in her arms.

"You...whose child are you?" The white and tender face of the child in her arms was exactly the same as hers. She was stunned for a long time and could not react for a long time.

"Yongyue is mother's child. Mother, don't you recognize Yongyue?"

Yue Qinghe looked at the child's face and looked up at the crowd.

Sure enough, a face he hadn't seen for many years caught his eye.

He Lanyan also came to the Southern Jin Dynasty.

When he saw Chunyu Qingcheng's face, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, which was then covered up.

Helan stepped forward, staring directly at Chunyu Qingcheng, and then called the child in her arms, "Helan Yongyue, come here."

"Father." The boy obediently let go of Chunyu Qingcheng, his fair and tender little face full of reluctance, and walked towards his father in small steps, "She is obviously the mother."

Si Xuanzhu withdrew his gaze from the boy's face and held his hands towards He Lanyan, "Your Majesty, Xihe Kingdom, is polite."

"Who is this?" He Lanyan's eyes fell on Chunyu Qingcheng's hand grabbing the corner of his clothes, and his eyes rolled with displeasure.

"It's not appropriate to go into details here." People were coming and going at the door of the restaurant. It was really inconvenient. Si Xuanzhu said, "Are you guys preparing to enter the palace?"

Youli pulled Helan Yongyue behind her and nodded to him: "Yes."

The guards from the Southern Jin Kingdom behind them also rushed up, "See Prince Si."

"Let's go into the palace together."

Yue Qinghe's eyes have been falling on Chunyu Qingcheng, and she seems to be still struggling with the identity of the child, and she is at a loss.

The reason is the same. The appearance of her and He Lanyan's children almost combines her and He Lanyan's appearance.

But at a glance, it was obvious that he was printed in the same mold as her.

With the addition of He Lanyan and others, the atmosphere became increasingly strange.