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Chapter Seventy-Three: The Prince's Intentions

I smiled secretly, that was a standard modern handsome guy hairstyle, just a crew cut. It made you fashionable, but you are still not satisfied!

I put away the scissors and said to the two of them: "Okay, it's time for me to go! You two will stay in the restaurant first, and people can live here. Brother He, you go and check out the inn, so you don't have to run back and forth. I'll try my best to go back to the restaurant

.”

Qingqing nodded and responded: "Yes, brother!"

Wangzi asked: "Brother, where are you going?"

I looked at him and smiled softly, but did not answer his question.

Wangzi looked at Qingqing again, hoping to get an answer. Qingqing glanced at him slightly and ignored him.

As soon as I turned around and walked into the night, Qingqing and Qingqing just looked at the dark night sky.

At the house, Xiang Yueyu stood in the courtyard, blowing the late spring night wind, refreshing and refreshing.

I came from the east garden direction, stood in the corridor and looked at the back of the courtyard quietly.

Seeing that his condition was much better, I thought there was nothing more to say and wanted to go back to the room.

"Qing'er, sit with me for a while!" Xiang Yueyu's gentle voice stopped me in my tracks.

I turned around, the corner of my mouth was crooked, just sit down, it would be fine anyway.

Under the night, two figures were leaning on both sides. It seemed that I had never looked at him so quietly and boringly before. Now looking at his solemn face, I seemed to have a helpless mood.

The more I looked at it, the less courage I had to look at it. Why was he looking back at me like this? There was no word "divorce" written on my face.

"Qing'er, if you really want to go out, then bring a guard with you. The palace will come and go with you, but you must return to the palace before sunset." Xiang Yueyu said seriously.

"Oh!" I responded softly.

"The attire you are wearing now can hide your identity!" He gently raised the corners of his lips and gave a faint smile: "But it's still not safe. You have a pretty face. I will invite a disguise artist to make Qing'er

It’s easy to look like an ordinary man.”

I was surprised there, and I felt touched and happy in my heart.

He is indeed a good person and a good husband. I can barely be considered a good person. A good wife needs to be studied. Why can't we get together? Is it really that the fate has not completely settled?

"I don't want a guard!" I said, "I have martial arts to protect myself, and I like the disguise!"

Isn't calling the guard just to supervise me? No, I can't do it!

Xiang Yueyu looked at me with a stern expression: "Qing'er, this is the greatest grace I can give you. You also need to have some control over your troubles. Do you want me to protect you personally?"

Seeing his change of expression, his confidence weakened, "Well, then I will make my own choice, not the prince's." He took a step back to discuss the matter.

He gave me a sharp look, and I trembled. It seemed that I had not yet reached the highest level of bull skills in front of him.

I have always been relatively confident that I am the master of all things, a generation of women with a sense of justice, who will not succumb to threats or sugar-coated bullets, and insist on walking my own path.

However, in front of this man, I sometimes wander between persistence and wavering.
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