Pan Shu put down her chopsticks calmly.

She stood up and said, "I'm going to go out for a walk. Don't follow me."

When the four men heard this, they immediately suppressed the urge to follow and became more reserved than the other.

"Okay, Shushu, go ahead."

Pan Shu left without looking back.

The four men at the table all showed unfriendly expressions at once.

Their first target was He Qing.

Just now at the dinner table, Fu Ce and the others saw clearly that the little girl was particularly fond of He Qing.

Fu Ce didn't think He Qing could pose any threat.

After the incident in the desolate sea, after 49 days, He Qing had completely turned into an unconscious medicine man, and he was not far from death.

Besides, it is too easy to bring him down.

After all, his purpose in approaching her in the first place wasn't simple, was it?

It’s just that Fu Ce didn’t want to make her sad.

so.

He suppressed the desire that kept clamoring in his mind, and only when He Qing died could he stand by her side with full justification.

In this way, the little girl will not hold a grudge against him.

Mo Dan obviously had the same idea.

Emperor Shijun didn't think that deeply. He was still struggling in his heart. On the one hand, he couldn't help but care about the fact that she betrayed him on their wedding day, and on the other hand, he couldn't suppress his instinct that he still loved her.

He laughed at himself for being such a jerk.

So many women rushed to get into his bed.

How could he fall in love with a cold-hearted woman who had betrayed him?

Not even half an incense stick.

Mo Dan stood up and was about to go out.

He Qing held his palm upwards, and a jade-bone fan was placed across Mo Dan's eyes. "Where is the Demon God going?"

Mo Dan lied without blushing or beating his heart: "I just remembered that I still have some official business to deal with in the Demon Palace."

"Really?"

He Qing suddenly understood and nodded, "The Demon God is indeed a very busy man."

"So you didn't intend to secretly look for Shushu without telling us...it was just me who was being mean."

He Qing curled his thin, cold lips.

Emperor Shijun and Fu Ce immediately looked at Mo Dan.

There is no doubt that if Mo Dan dares to take another step forward, there will be a fight today.

But Mo Dan was always afraid that he would leave a bad impression on Pan Shu. He had reason and sufficient suspicion that if he ever got into a fight with these shameless men, they would definitely exaggerate the matter and put the blame on him!

Mo Dan took a deep breath.

Didn't sit back either.

He just stood in front of the window with a distant look on his face.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, He Qing put away the fan and drank his tea slowly and elegantly.

Good window position.

On the bustling street outside, the shouts of vendors, the hurried pedestrians, the gentry and nobles walking together... all are in sight.

Suddenly.

Fu Ce's gaze fixed.

Apparently, several other men saw it too.

Suddenly, their expressions became uglier and gloomier than the last!

In an instant, no one could be seen on the second floor.

Pan Shu didn't expect to meet the young scholar here.

He was wearing a lavender court robe with crane patterns, and was followed by several high-ranking officials with fawning faces. The scholar had a sharper and more unpredictable air, having experienced the ups and downs of officialdom.

I only saw Panshu.

Those dark pupils were filled with gentle ripples.

"Miss Banshu."

Those high-ranking officials were shocked by Pan Shu's appearance and remained speechless for a long time.

It was not until the scholar glanced at them with displeasure that the official finally woke up from his dream and tried his best to remain calm.

I thought: No wonder Lord Lin has refused to accept the princess's love for so many years. It turns out that Lord Lin already has a beautiful woman in his heart...

Pan Shu looked at him in surprise. The dragon breath on his body became stronger.

There is a faint sign that he will become emperor.

"Yes, Master Lin."

She was holding a porcelain doll in her hand.

Quite ugly.

But she drew it herself.

The paint that accidentally got on my fingertips hasn't been wiped off yet.

The scholar gently handed a clean white handkerchief to her: "Would you like to wipe it?"

Pan Shu chuckled softly and took it with her hand: "Thank you."

She thought about it and gave him the ugly porcelain doll. "Do you want it? Here you go."

"Did you draw this yourself?"

"Um."

"Thanks."

The scholar curled the corners of his lip.

"Shushu."

Several pleasant male voices with different styles overlapped together.

Panshu turned around.

Four handsome men, some were evil, some were aloof, some were romantic, and some were lazy. They all had the same fake smile on their faces. "Come here quickly."

The scholar took a look and was able to recognize Emperor Shijun and Fu Ce.

He knew in his heart that he was not worthy of Pan Shu.

The scholar never expected anything. Just seeing her today was enough to make him happy for a long time.

"They are looking for you, go back."

"good."

The scholar silently squeezed the porcelain doll tightly, his palms stained with some traces of dye that had not yet completely dried on the doll. His deep eyes revealed a sense of fragility that seemed to be broken at the slightest poke.

She walked away slowly.

Only when he could no longer see it did the scholar slowly withdraw his gaze and carefully protect the porcelain doll.

The senior officials behind were simply stunned.

It's over, they seem to know the adults' secret...

Will the adults kill me to silence me?

Waiting online, very urgent!

"Let's go back, Heqing, I'm tired." Panshu looked a little listless and lacked energy.

He Qing was worried that she was not feeling well, so he straightened his expression and said, "Okay, we'll go back now."

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