Women's clothing boss, he is too beautiful

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Yunxun Temple.

The temple was built deep in the mountains and is not well-known, so there are not many pilgrims who come here.

It is also because of the small number of people that this place looks extraordinarily quiet and quiet.Even the dark green moss grew on the steps.

Song Xizhi held Qiutong's hand, got out of the carriage, and walked up the stairs.

All you can see is the green hills and mist, and all you can hear is the sparrows chirping.Green mountains and beautiful waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers.What a wonderful place.

When we arrived at the temple, there were already young monks waiting at the gate of the temple.He was wearing gray cloth clothes, and his face was still young.

Seeing them coming, the little monk stepped forward to salute and said, "Two benefactors, please go this way. That distinguished guest has been waiting here for a long time."

Song Xizhi returned a salute: "Also ask my little master to lead me the way."

Qiu Tong was a little surprised, and tentatively asked: "Could it be that Miss has an appointment with another lady today?"

Song Xizhi didn't answer.

The two followed the little monk, and after about ten minutes, the little monk stopped, blushing and dared not look at the two of them, lowered his head and said, "You two benefactors, that guest is right in front of you."

Song Xizhi looked around and saw a small lake in front of him, which was crystal clear, and red koi carp appeared and played from time to time.

In the middle of the lake is a small pavilion.There is a person in the booth.Xuanyi, with a straight back, perfectly blends with the surrounding mountains and rivers.

Song Xizhi told Qiutong: "I'll just go there alone, and you can walk around here."

Glancing at the little monk who bowed his head and said nothing, he added another sentence, warning in a cold voice, "Buddhism is a pure place, remember to be cautious in your words and deeds."

Qiu Tong replied yes.

Song Xizhi wrapped himself tightly in the scarlet and golden withered plum cloak, and walked into the pavilion.

The road is not long, but it is not short either.When Song Xizhi walked into the pavilion, there was already a cup of hot tea on the table, and the white steam was steaming, obviously it was freshly brewed tea.

Tea making is a delicate and time-conscious art.If it is early, the tea will be cold and lose its taste.It is late, the guests have come, but the tea has not arrived, which is a loss of courtesy.

To make a guest drink a cup of just-right hot tea requires not only good skill in brewing tea, but more importantly, control over the other party's schedule and time.

Song Xizhi raised his eyebrows, it seemed that Jing Jianhua was quite well informed.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea: "His Royal Highness is a good crafter."

"I don't dare to take it. It's just a little dabble." He said, and started to make a second pot of tea.The slender fingers have distinct joints, and the whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, just like a performance, which is pleasing to the eye.

Although the situation is beautiful, Jing Jianhua is obviously not someone who likes to show off his tea art.

He brewed two pots of tea... Song Xizhi said: "It seems that Your Highness has a lot to say to me."

"Wrong, it should be that Miss Song has a lot to say to Bengong."

If Song Xizhi hadn't deliberately lured him into the bait, how could he have found the clues of An Ye so easily?Since it was Song Xizhi who asked him for something and initiated the conversation, Jing Jianhua felt that he was of course the one who had the initiative.

Although his tone was light, the strength inside was unambiguous.

Song Xizhi naturally heard it, and looked up at Jing Jianhua, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Since Your Highness has already come, why should you care about such trivial matters."

"What's more, His Highness just said that he likes me not long ago. Is this the attitude of His Highness now? Huh?" His ending voice was depressed, indescribably beautiful and charming.

Jing Jianhua moved away from Song Xizhi calmly, frowning slightly.

The two face each other.

Song Xizhi laughed.

"Clap" sounded.

A thick stack of papers was thrown onto the table.

Jing Jianhua picked up one of the papers, opened it and read it carefully from beginning to end, and put all the papers into his sleeves.

His eyes were deep, as if the thickest drop of ink on the tip of a pen was smudged in his eyes, and he said softly, "I'm really curious about you now."

"Oh? Then you have to be careful." Song Xizhi took a sip of tea casually, "Those who said that before have already turned into ashes."

Hearing Song Xizhi's words, Jing Jianhua put down his teacup, only smiled slightly, and made no comment.

His smile is very light, like a gust of wind passing through the mountains, refreshing and cool, refreshing.

Song Xizhi noticed a kind of carelessness from his smile, which probably came from the superior's high sense of control over the surrounding things.

Just like a lion in the jungle, the laziness lying on the spot essentially comes from the full confidence in his own strength.

"Your Highness, don't you believe that I can do it?" Song Xizhi asked enthusiastically, resting his chin on his hand.

For a good-looking person, the public will always be unwilling to believe his moral ugliness in their innate consciousness, and unconsciously add a layer of halo to him, beautifying him as a "perfect" woman with immaculate morality.

Weak and harmless, eager to be protected, these qualities are in line with the public's expectations and imagination of women.

And ruthless, ruthless... These are obviously excluded from the expectations of the public.

Men are like hunters, no matter how patient they are, in the final analysis, they still hope that their efforts will not be wasted and they will catch their favorite prey.

It may be a little naughty and arrogant, but it must not be too presumptuous and ruthless to hurt the hunter.Or flee back to the forest and never return, let the hunter fetch water from the bamboo basket in vain.

Especially when the hunting relationship is reversed, most people will panic, feel anxious, and even lose their temper.

Song Xizhi suddenly looked forward to Jing Jianhua's answer.

"Of course I believe Miss Song's words." Jing Jianhua said with a smile, "Even if I didn't believe it before, I have to believe it now."

"To get these from Prime Minister Song, Miss Song must be a smart person. I have never dared to underestimate such a person."

Jing Jianhua still didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Song Xizhi already understood what he meant.

A smart person can be trusted, but a smart person who is ruthless and can betray even his closest relatives cannot be trusted.

This kind of person can only be used.

Coincidentally, in Jing Jianhua's eyes, he is the kind of person who can be used.

Song Xizhi smiled: "I once heard a saying 'Only the mouth of a dead person is the most reliable.' Your Highness believes me like this. Could it be that I am already a dead person in His Highness' eyes?"

Hearing Song Xizhi's words, Jing Jianhua smiled and shook his head: "No, it's a partner."

"Don't dare to be." Song Xizhi shook his hand, and he was afraid of being betrayed by being a business partner with such a person.

He took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued: "But one thing is for sure, at least we are not opponents."

"I don't understand very well, please ask Ms. Song to clarify."

"In the face of common goals, we will always be each other's most reliable allies."

As for what the goal is...

The two looked at each other without saying anything.

In any case, both of them lead to the same goal by different routes.

In the face of common interests, as Song Xizhi said, the two will always be each other's most reliable allies.

"Don't forget your promise." Song Xi meant something.

"Of course, if I ascend the throne in the future, the queen will always be Song Xialan."

Hearing a satisfactory answer, Song Xizhi put down his teacup, stood up, and said goodbye to Jing Jianhua: "My daughter is not in good health, and I can't blow the wind for a long time. Now that I have reached a consensus with Your Highness, my daughter will leave first."

In spring, the wind is slightly cool.Song Xizhi gathered his cloak, and just as he took a few steps to the steps of the pavilion, he heard faint words from behind.

I only heard the person behind say: "You have put in so much effort, if Second Miss Song finds out, she will be very moved."

Song Xialan... Song Xizhi's footsteps couldn't help but pause, his fingers half loosened, and after a while, he sighed slightly: "Don't tell her, this is my business, why should His Highness get involved."

After finishing speaking, Song Xizhi didn't stay any longer, but continued to walk forward with strides.Walk firmly.

Looking at Song Xizhi's back that was drifting away, Jing Jianhua put down his teacup, sighed slightly, his tone was melancholy, with an already clear understanding: "Sisters...brothers...they are really messed up constantly."

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