When I arrived at Xiaoyue Pavilion, there were three or four maids serving in Xiaoyue Pavilion, all wearing green clothes.

He should be between fifteen and sixteen and eighteen and nineteen years old. He looks pretty and charming, has a calm manner and is of a kind as a maid from a wealthy family.

The few of them respect Yuan Qingling very much and serve the meals very carefully.

Yuan Qingling specifically observed their attitude towards Yu Wenhao. There was no intimacy or warmth, only the maid's awe of his master.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it is a wife or a concubine, she really has no way to distinguish a man from other women, so she would rather not.

When Yuwenhao saw her entering the door, he stared at the girls in the room, his eyes changed a little, and finally he heard her relaxingly, and Yuwenhao couldn't help laughing.

Yuan Qingling turned to look at him in a daze, "Why are you laughing at?"

Yuwenhao looked at her clean and beautiful face, and there was a small pink scar on her forehead. The eyes were clear, her eyelashes were slightly raised, and her red lips were slightly swollen and congested. She smiled inadvertently on the corners of her lips, like a blooming rose.

His heart was shaking when he saw it.

I wish I could throw people directly onto the bed.

Yuan Qingling avoided his burning eyes as if he was eating people, lowered his head and ate the food, and was still thinking about that question in his heart. Why did he treat her like this suddenly?

After a while, she put down her chopsticks, raised her head quickly and looked at him with caution, "To be honest, is it because I have a royal stick? Do you think I can't deal with you if I have a royal stick?"

Yuwen Hao was immediately amazed and cried. He sipped the soup in his mouth, not sure whether it was sprayed or swallowed.

After finally swallowing the soup, he stared at her and decided to have a good talk.

He sent the maids out and ordered them to close the door.

Yuan Qingling was still very alert and stared at him with wide eyes.

Yuwenhao still looked at her and asked slowly: "How did you feel when I kissed you?"

Yuan Qingling reached out to press his chest, "Heartbeats very fast."

“What else?”

Yuan Qingling thought for a moment, "I don't know, I can't say it."

Yuwenhao nodded, "I can't tell why I was like that, but at that moment, I wanted to kiss you and hug you. After returning to the yamen, I was thinking about everything that happened in the garden all day long, and I was crazy about it."

He said the last sentence: his voice was lowered, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Yuan Qingling's mind was blank.

Is this a confession?

Her lips and tongue were dry, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond, and she had nowhere to put her hands.

"So, you are in Prince Huai's Mansion today, do you miss me?" He asked softly, never knowing that he could speak in such a gentle tone.

Yuan Qingling said honestly: "I am quite busy in the royal palace today..."

She looked at him, and a layer of disappointment seemed to slowly be covered in his eyes.

She licked her lips and decided to lie, "But, when she sat down, she wanted to."

"Really?" A light slowly rose in Yuwenhao's eyes.

"Really!" Yuan Qingling said with a guaranteed tone.

He sat closer, stared into her eyes, and his voice bewitched, "What do you think of? Think of a scene in the garden?"

At close range, his lips were almost pressed against her ears, and his tone was squirting warmly, making her heart tremble for a moment.
Chapter completed!