Yan Junqing looked at the stubborn little thing and shook her head and chuckled.

If I wanted to fall in love with Xuanyuan Jing, I would have loved him long ago, so how could I wait until now?

If you don’t love, you don’t love.

Even though memory is so obsessed, the body is more honest than consciousness.

He felt pity for Xuanyuan Jing. Conshun's memory was at most he hugged her and comforted her softly... Even so, he still lacked a mouth in his heart. Even though he was hugging her, the missing piece was not something that Xuanyuan Jing could make up for.

This is really not to love.

Finally Ye Jiangxue...

Yan Junqing sighed, and the heart-wrenching impulse had already told the answer.

The person he loves is Ye Jiangxue.

Without making any promises to her, Yan Junqing lowered her head and kissed her eyes, turned around and left.

Stepping out of the teahouse, I looked up and saw that the bustling street was deserted just now. The royal guards surrounded the teahouse. A bright yellow carriage parked not far away. The curtains were embroidered with totem, which was gorgeous and complex.

Yan Junqing walked towards the carriage, and the four maids standing beside the carriage saluted him, "Young Master, the emperor is here to pick you up."

With his long eyelashes slightly hanging, Yan Junqing pushed open the curtain and sat in the carriage.

As the curtain was lowered again, the shadows in the narrow space were exiled. The woman leaning on the soft couch swept gently with her green eyes. Yan Junqing did not retreat, and looked back at her eyes and looked back lightly.

The carriage moved slightly, and the horses were already heading towards the palace. The two people in the carriage looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

The atmosphere is subtle and quiet lasts for half a quarter of an hour.

Xuanyuan Jing turned his head and pulled the car window roller blinds. The sunlight leaked into the gaps between the thin bamboos, and the haze dispelled.

The light was too strong and the carriage was too dark. Xuanyuan Jing closed his eyes, then slowly opened it to adapt to the sunlight.

After a while, she turned her face and smiled and said, "Did Zhijun meet someone just now?"

After she said this, Yan Junqing did not answer, but stared at her with her green eyes, with a cold expression. After a while, when the carriage left the street, he slowly spoke: "It's just that I've just practiced the piano and met someone by chance."

"Make the piano..." Xuanyuan Jing looked at the piano box behind his spine, was silent for a while, and asked softly: "Who did you meet by chance?"

Yan Junqing said lightly: "Acquaintance."

Xuanyuan Jing said "Oh", grabbed Yan Junqing's hand with one hand, and asked casually: "Zhijun's acquaintance must be my acquaintance. Who exactly did Junqing meet?"

Yan Junqing avoided her without leaving any trace, lowered her head and thought for a moment, smiled lightly, raised her eyes, looked straight at her, and said slowly: "It's your enemy, and it's even more the one you want to get rid of it."

After saying this, the carriage was suddenly covered by cold air. Xuanyuan Jing almost narrowed his green eyes into a thread and looked at Yan Junqing.

Not sure if he had recovered his memory...but he did go to meet Ye Jiangxue.

So, is the man in front of you still Wen Zhijun?

Xuanyuan Jing looked at his familiar face and strange eyes, suddenly stood up and rushed towards him.

Behind Yan Junqing is a car wall, and he has no choice but to retreat, and he wants to flash, but the abnormal movements that arise in his memory make him forced him to accept Xuanyuan Jing.

When he could suppress the chaotic memory, Xuanyuan Jing had already held him firmly and leaned over and kissed him.

resist!

The body is honestly resisting!

Without hesitation, Yan Junqing pushed open the Xuanyuan Jing and pulled out the piano box from his back, blocking him between him and Xuanyuan Jing.

Looking at the precious gift he had chosen himself, Xuanyuan Jing bit his lip very much, "Zhijun, have you been deceived by her? She is the empress of the Southern Jin Dynasty and is an enemy of us." Yan Junqing looked at the stubborn little thing and shook his head and chuckled.

If I wanted to fall in love with Xuanyuan Jing, I would have loved him long ago, so how could I wait until now?

If you don’t love, you don’t love.

Even though memory is so obsessed, the body is more honest than consciousness.

He felt pity for Xuanyuan Jing. Conshun's memory was at most he hugged her and comforted her softly... Even so, he still lacked a mouth in his heart. Even though he was hugging her, the missing piece was not something that Xuanyuan Jing could make up for.

This is really not to love.

Finally Ye Jiangxue...

Yan Junqing sighed, and the heart-wrenching impulse had already told the answer.

The person he loves is Ye Jiangxue.

Without making any promises to her, Yan Junqing lowered her head and kissed her eyes, turned around and left.

Stepping out of the teahouse, I looked up and saw that the bustling street was deserted just now. The royal guards surrounded the teahouse. A bright yellow carriage parked not far away. The curtains were embroidered with totem, which was gorgeous and complex.

Yan Junqing walked towards the carriage, and the four maids standing beside the carriage saluted him, "Young Master, the emperor is here to pick you up."

With his long eyelashes slightly hanging, Yan Junqing pushed open the curtain and sat in the carriage.

As the curtain was lowered again, the shadows in the narrow space were exiled. The woman leaning on the soft couch swept gently with her green eyes. Yan Junqing did not retreat, and looked back at her eyes and looked back lightly.

The carriage moved slightly, and the horses were already heading towards the palace. The two people in the carriage looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

The atmosphere is subtle and quiet lasts for half a quarter of an hour.

Xuanyuan Jing turned his head and pulled the car window roller blinds. The sunlight leaked into the gaps between the thin bamboos, and the haze dispelled.

The light was too strong and the carriage was too dark. Xuanyuan Jing closed his eyes, then slowly opened it to adapt to the sunlight.

After a while, she turned her face and smiled and said, "Did Zhijun meet someone just now?"

After she said this, Yan Junqing did not answer, but stared at her with her green eyes, with a cold expression. After a while, when the carriage left the street, he slowly spoke: "It's just that I've just practiced the piano and met someone by chance."

"Make the piano..." Xuanyuan Jing looked at the piano box behind his spine, was silent for a while, and asked softly: "Who did you meet by chance?"

Yan Junqing said lightly: "Acquaintance."

Xuanyuan Jing said "Oh", grabbed Yan Junqing's hand with one hand, and asked casually: "Zhijun's acquaintance must be my acquaintance. Who exactly did Junqing meet?"

Yan Junqing avoided her without leaving any trace, lowered her head and thought for a moment, smiled lightly, raised her eyes, looked straight at her, and said slowly: "It's your enemy, and it's even more the one you want to get rid of it."

After saying this, the carriage was suddenly covered by cold air. Xuanyuan Jing almost narrowed his green eyes into a thread and looked at Yan Junqing.

Not sure if he had recovered his memory...but he did go to meet Ye Jiangxue.

So, is the man in front of you still Wen Zhijun?

Xuanyuan Jing looked at his familiar face and strange eyes, suddenly stood up and rushed towards him.

Behind Yan Junqing is a car wall, and he has no choice but to retreat, and he wants to flash, but the abnormal movements that arise in his memory make him forced him to accept Xuanyuan Jing.

When he could suppress the chaotic memory, Xuanyuan Jing had already held him firmly and leaned over and kissed him.

resist!

The body is honestly resisting!

Without hesitation, Yan Junqing pushed open the Xuanyuan Jing and pulled out the piano box from his back, blocking him between him and Xuanyuan Jing.
Chapter completed!