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048] He is like a poppy

It's not that Tang Jinse is stingy and doesn't want Hua Rong to appreciate her "talent", it's just that... ahem, daughters have to be reserved, otherwise when he comes to the house, he hears the beautiful music she plays and doesn't think she is her.

Are you trying to please him?

As soon as the music stopped, Hua Rong entered the Xia Courtyard.

The brocade robe is as beautiful as the snow. With every step he takes, the hem of the clothes floats slightly, outlining the pure elegance like a green lotus. The elegant outline on the side is filled with a warm luster like jade, and the people in the room on the east and west sides are reflected at the same time.

In eyes.

This made Tang Jinse have to admit that just looking at Hua Rong's skin was pleasing to the eye, but...she didn't even think about it. Before Hua Rong realized that she had moved into Xia Yuan, she neatly closed the doors and windows.

, hiding behind the window.

She knows that this man is like a flower in a rice bag, attractive and beautiful, non-toxic but more terrifying than poison, making you trapped in him and unable to control yourself, and he can make you willing to fall into the dark abyss.

In short, it's better to mess with less.

Just when Tang Jinse was praising her firm will and not being deceived by beauty, she heard Fang'er behind her chuckle, "Miss, what are you looking at through the crack of the window?"

"..." Well, this girl doesn't have any sharp eyesight at all.

In the opposite room, after Hua Rong walked in, the door was still wide open.

He glanced at the room opposite with his deep phoenix eyes, turned his head and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "The 'sound of nature' that you heard in the distance turned out to be coming from your summer courtyard."

"Sounds of nature?" Tang Yizhi's face darkened again, "Her piano sound is very lethal. If the prince is interested, he might as well sit down and experience it."

"I'm afraid I don't have this blessing anymore." Hua Rong looked across again, half-smiling.

Suddenly, he changed the topic and said meaningfully, "Such an arrangement does not seem to be the work of the Marquis."

Tang Yizhi frowned slightly and said in a solemn voice, "Xiao Jin already knows the truth of the matter. I don't want her to be hurt anymore. At least I can protect her better by living in Xia Yuan."

Hua Rong was not surprised by such an answer. He just looked at the phoenix eyes opposite him and saw something fleeting, "Oh? My future princess is much smarter than we imagined..."

A moment of silence.

As soon as Tang Yizhi opened his mouth, Hua Rong was slightly startled, "Ruiqin."

Hua Rong stopped talking and laughing and waited for Tang Yizhi's next words.

He had not heard anyone call him this for many years. Ruiqin was his nickname. Unless he was the most trusted and closest person around him, he would not know this name.

"No matter what happens, don't hurt Xiao Jin." Tang Yizhi didn't think his worries were unnecessary. Hua Rong came to Xiaoyao Hou Mansion to discuss important matters with him, just to use his engagement with Xiao Jin to attract attention, and the door was wide open.

Let no one doubt it.

No one can predict what will happen in the future. All he can do is to be considerate of Xiaojin.

Hua Rong's voice was very clean, clear and without any impurities, "Okay, I promise you." The dark pupils were bottomless, like a black hole at the end of the universe that could swallow everything, or like the ice and snow on the top of the highest mountain that could never be reached.

Tang Yizhi stood up, put his hand on Hua Rong's left shoulder, and exerted a slight force, a kind of silent gratitude between men, because he knew how heavy Fang Cai Rong's five simple words really were.

The little interlude has passed, and Hua Rong just opened his mouth and rushed to today's theme, "The news brought by Lao Qi is that the prince has been in Zhou Kingdom..."

Suddenly, Tang Jinse's violent voice was heard outside the door, "The surname is Hua!"

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Rice bag flower is the ancient name of poppy~


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