At this moment, an elongated figure was reflected from the door.

Qinghe noticed it and looked up. When he saw the person coming, a bright light quickly flashed across his moist eyes...

Before Qinghe realized it, she had already stood up.

Qingsheng and Nancheng felt her standing up, and they were both stunned, and raised their little heads to look at her.

Only then did Qinghe realize that his reaction was a bit ridiculous.

Her face turned red, she held her lips slightly, looked at the person at the door and said, "Brother Jue..."

Brother Jue?

Qingsheng and Nancheng were stunned again, blinking in confusion and turning to look at the door.

Then she saw a handsome man in white clothes with outstanding temperament looking at her royal sister with slightly curled lips.

And his eyes are as beautiful as gems.

Nancheng just pouted in confusion and turned to look at Qinghe.

Qingsheng, this girl, relies on her vision to survive, and she can't help but like beautiful things when she sees them.

Especially handsome men...

Qing Sheng stood up like a monkey, jumped towards the door, stood on tiptoes, raised her little head and looked at Si Jue and said, "Brother Jue, my name is Qing Sheng, you can call me Sheng Sheng, or you can call me Sheng'er.

You can also call me..."

After saying this, Qing Sheng pursed her lips. A certain kid suddenly flashed through her mind. She turned around and swallowed the words she spoke. She narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Sheng Sheng and Sheng'er are both fine."

Si Jue lowered his head slightly and looked at the little face in front of him that looked very similar to someone else. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at Qing He and asked, "What does your imperial sister call you?"

Princess...

Qing Sheng was stunned and turned to look at Qing He.

Qing He's face turned slightly red and he scolded, "Little girl, come here quickly."

Qing Sheng stuck out her tongue, turned to look at Si Jue, and said sharply, "Sister Huang calls me Sheng'er."

"Sheng'er." Si Jue murmured, his voice pure and intoxicating, like the mellow aroma of century-old wine.

Qing Sheng was drunk after hearing this, her eyes were filled with stars, she put her hands on her chest, biting her lips slightly and said hum.

"..." Qing He just felt embarrassed and couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward and pulled Qing Sheng's paw behind him. He looked at Si Jue with a red face and said, "Brother Jue, why are you here today?"

?”

Didn’t you say three days later?

Si Jue stretched out his hand to hold her hand, but when he was about to reach out, he realized that a certain little girl had occupied her hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly and took his hand back behind his back.

When Qinghe saw his movements, his heart skipped a beat and his cheeks turned bright red.

Qing Sheng poked his head out from under her arm and looked up at Qing He with a ghostly look. When he saw the blush on her face, he grinned and smiled very proudly.

His big round eyes looked at Si Jue happily.

He looked at the person from top to bottom.

I came to the conclusion that it looks better than Zhang Quling.

Just as I was thinking about it, I was suddenly hit on the head.

Qing Sheng screamed in exaggerated pain, covered her forehead and jumped out, looking at Qing He angrily, "Sister Huang, men like gentle women, look at you, you and Wen Wen are so close...

..."

As she spoke, she looked at Si Jue and continued, "Brother Jue, my imperial sister is fierce and rude. You don't want to like her. Look at me. I'm much gentler than my imperial sister. Please like me!"

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to wink at Qinghe in demonstration.

Qinghe twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, this girl just doesn't deserve it!!

Si Jue's eyes slowly spread with a smile, and his eyes fell softly on Qing He's face, which was blushing with embarrassment. He paused for a long time, and then he slowly said, "I like women who are a little rough.

"

"..." Qinghe's face turned red, and he was too embarrassed to look at him.

He reached out and hooked his hair, pretending not to understand the deeper meaning of his words.

A wicked smile flashed in Qing Sheng's eyes, she shook her head and stared at Qing He, "Oh...it turns out that brother Jue likes rough women...then isn't my imperial sister a good match?"

A mouthful of blood rushed to the tip of Qinghe's tongue. He was so embarrassed that he stepped forward and covered her mouth, and whispered, "If you talk nonsense again, the emperor will sew your mouth shut with her own hands when you return to the palace."

!”

"..." Qingsheng's eyes were full of smiles and she was not afraid at all.

But he still made a serious gesture of sealing his mouth, indicating that he would not talk nonsense anymore.

Qinghe snorted and then let go of her mouth.

Qingsheng blinked at Sijue in an eccentric manner, then obediently moved back, sat down at the dining table, and "concentrated" on eating her lunch.

Nancheng glanced at her and saw that although she was eating, her ears were clearly perked up.

I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth, and sneered in a particularly contemptuous manner,

Qingsheng heard this and turned to look at her.

Nancheng rolled his eyes.

Qingsheng ignored her and just put a bowl of braised pork on the table into Nancheng's bowl.

Nancheng doesn't like eating meat, especially fatty meat.

But this bowl of braised pork was entirely fatty.

She was so angry that her face immediately turned red.

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up a plate of celery, which she hated most, and poured it into her bowl.

Just like this, the two of them were going back and forth, but they had no time to eat.

Qinghe heard the movement behind him and his scalp went numb. He knew what was happening behind him without even looking.

She expressed her inability to do anything about it.

He had no choice but to leave the battlefield to the two of her, and walked out, closing the door behind him.

If the two of her want to make trouble, let them make enough trouble!

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Si Jue's eyes trembled when he saw her movements. Although this little woman was almost eighteen years old, she still acted like a child occasionally.

After closing the door, Qinghe felt that the world was much quieter.

Breathing slightly, she turned to look at Si Jue and said sheepishly, "Sheng'er and Nancheng are used to having trouble."

Si Jue raised his eyebrows lightly and nodded.

He reached out and finally took her hand in his palm.

Qinghe's hands trembled slightly, and she looked down at the beautiful palm wrapping her hand.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she gently pulled her hand out.

He calmly took a step back, looked at him with a smile and said, "Didn't Brother Jue say he would come to pick me up in three days? Why are you here now?"

"..." The cold air in the palm of his hand made Si Jue's eyes darken severely, and the gaze falling on her face was also a bit piercing.

Qinghe's cheeks moved slightly and he lowered his head slightly.

Si Jue also frowned, stepped forward suddenly, and pulled her into his arms arrogantly.

Qinghe's heart was beating fast, and he suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes trembling with light.

Si Jue locked her little contradictory face, and suddenly leaned forward, pressing her against the door. He put one hand on top of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips without hesitation.

Qinghe opened his eyes wide, he was really frightened this time.

There are two little guys in the house, and it's outside. If Old Zhao sees them...

Qinghe's face turned pale, and he twisted and struggled, "Jue... uh uh..."

Si Jue didn't give her a chance to speak at all. He sealed her mouth tightly and attacked the city.

The arms around her waist were like an iron wall, confining her within his sphere of influence.

Qinghe slapped his arm hard, his face that was flushed because of poor breathing was strangely white, and his eyes were slightly red.

My heartbeat was beating hard and irregularly due to nervousness, fear, and guilt.

It was as if the next moment, a heart filled with blood would jump out of the throat.

Si Jue kissed her deeply, a bit savagely and a bit urgently.

His breathing was fast and hot, as if there was a force desperately looking for an exit.

Qinghe was unable to break away, and was forced to endure his domineering and possessive kiss, her mouth filled with his breath.
To be continued...