"Su Moyuan, you must have been tempted just now!" He really had the idea of becoming a servant of the princess and snatching Su Xiao back.
"Don't talk nonsense, remember your current situation." Su Moyuan was too lazy to argue and explain to a little girl.
"Huh," Su Luo didn't buy his account. "If it weren't for the fact that the princess had no chance of victory in the end, didn't have complete rights and had to rely on others to survive, you would have nodded without hesitation just now."
For the sake of my pitiful self-esteem, I didn’t want to end up relying on Su Xiao’s relationship, so I would rather not take this opportunity.
Su Luo felt sad and pathetic for a moment. She was born to have a better life than Su Xiao. She grew up well, lived a good life, and had a mother who had a marriage that everyone envied. Why did she change now?
It’s become like this!
"Hmph, Su Moyuan, your current situation is not comparable to that of Su Xiao. She has the skills to survive, and she is still a celebrity in front of the prince. Her net worth has increased countless times, and she has also met the emperor. She is hundreds of times better than you! You!
Not worthy of her at all!"
One sentence exposed Su Moyuan's long-hidden sadness, grinding his straight spine to the point where he could no longer straighten up.
Su Luo showed no signs of restraining herself. She was just fine in Fengrun County in the past. Now, in the capital, the gap between the two has been fully revealed.
Although Su Moyuan had tried his best to ignore it for such a long time, it was still difficult to resist the growing distance between the two.
Su Moyuan seemed to be instantly irritated. He turned around suddenly and pinched Su Luo's neck fiercely, with a fierce coldness in his eyes.
"I have just told you to pay attention to your position and situation. If you want to die now, I don't mind sending you to the West now."
The strength of her hands tightened little by little, squeezing out all the air in her chest. Su Luo felt like her eyes were rolling upwards.
It wasn't until he was about to be on the verge of death that the person in front of him suddenly let go of his hand.
Su Luo hurriedly lay down to one side, breathing heavily and coughing crazily.
"You, you are such a madman!"
This was the third time that Su Luo felt suffocated and mad. The man in front of her was no different from Song Zeyi's heartless bastard. No, Song Zeyi's methods were even more ruthless.
"Madman? Hum, maybe, but Su Luo, please stop meddling in my affairs. If you dare to talk too much, I will have your tongue cut out."
Now, the prince has already regarded Su Xiao as one of his own, so naturally he no longer sends anyone to keep an eye on his movements. He will do whatever he wants.
Maybe he really felt the fear of death just now. Now, Su Xiao no longer dared to speak nonsense and nodded hastily.
With messy hair and a flushed face, she looked like a crazy woman.
Su Moyuan didn't bother to pay attention to the person in front of him, turned around, poured another glass of strong wine, and swallowed all of it down his throat.
Over there, as soon as Wang Yixiu returned to the room, he threw the things in his hands straight on the table, making a heavy sound.
"Damn it, you all dare to threaten me, sooner or later I will make you pay the price!"
In the Jiang Mansion, Jiang Qingping was very decadent and drunk for a while.
He was slumped on the bed, with the wine bottles at his feet scattered everywhere, piercing his eyes.
"Brother Qingping, brother Qingpong, what's wrong with you? Did you not sleep all night?"
Ling Shuang rushed in from outside and saw this scene, and her heart trembled immediately.
Jiang Qingping was gibbering. He didn't take off his clothes, his boots were all rotten and he was lying on the bed, rubbing against the mattress. He was holding a wine bottle tightly in his arms.
"Let, let me go, let me go!"
Brother Qingping, who always upholds etiquette, is talking nonsense. It seems that he really drank a lot.
Ling Shuang tried her best to help him up from the bed, "Brother Qingping, you can't continue to lie paralyzed on the bed. It's time to go to court soon, so get up quickly!"
After shaking again and again, Jiang Qingping finally became more awake and could see the person in front of him clearly.
"Ling, Ling Shuang, you, why are you here? Why are you here?"
"Brother Qingping, have you made it clear to the princess? Will she reconcile with you?"
The beautiful face in front of him seemed to be magnified infinitely, and finally showed the appearance of Zhao Si'er, with domineering eyebrows, soft lips, and straight nose, which made people feel a little confused and fascinated.
Jiang Qingping opened his blurred eyes slightly, and slowly touched the face of the woman in front of him with his slender fingers. The warmth all over his body made him couldn't help but get closer to the person in front of him, and his red lips moved closer.
Ling Shuang felt a little shy for a moment, but she was also a little happy in her heart, and she closed her eyes shyly.
The warm touch under the corner of the mouth, with a delicate tenderness, makes people want to stop.
"Si'er, Si'er."
A gentle whisper rang in Ling Shuang's ears, shattering the warm scene in front of her, leaving no trace of warmth left.
Ling Shuang felt that her arms were shaking, her eyes were frightened and crazy, and she squeezed out two words from the depths of her throat, "Brother Qingping, you, what did you say?!"
"Si'er, Si'er."
As if responding to the occasion, Jiang Qingping called out twice more.
It's not her name, it's not Su Xiao's name, it's actually the name of that cold and surly princess. They have only known each other for such a short period of time, how could Brother Qingping, how could he fall in love with her!
As if competing with herself, Ling Shuang grabbed Jiang Qingping's arm and spoke tirelessly.
"Brother Qingping, who is your favorite person? Who is your favorite person? Tell me, tell me!"
"I, the person I love the most, the person I love the most is Lidya Su."
A simple word, but Ling Shuang's whole body and mind were completely crushed, and she froze in place for a moment.
The favorite in my heart is Su Xiao, and what I miss now is Zhao Si'er. What about her? What is she? What is their time and love? Is it just a dream in front of flowers and under the moon?
"Shuang'er, Shuang'er, me, what should I do with you? What should I do with you?"
The person who was still on the bed murmured a few more times just now, and Ling Shuang frowned slightly, then slightly retracted her voice.
Fortunately, fortunately, she does not have no status in brother Qingping's heart.
After tightening the strings in her heart and untying herself for a while, Ling Shuang helped him take off his boots, taking off his official uniform and the hairpin that bound his hair.
The jet-black hair instantly spread out like a waterfall, spreading on the silk and snow-like quilt, giving off a different kind of style.
"Master, now that the young master drinks so much, what should he do in the morning?"
"Apply for leave first, and send someone to inform the person who is most familiar with Brother Qingping to ask for leave from Zhao Si'er."