Chapter 62 Niwai

Rong Jinchen was startled at first, but then he was delighted by her open and unreserved intimacy with him. "Listen, my barbecue skills are pretty good. You can try them tomorrow."

After squeezing the broad, calloused hands in hers, she asked, "Chenchen, how many days do you want to take off? Will the emperor have any objection?" Isn't it said that emperors don't like princes who are idle and do not work?

Although the man in front of me has nothing to do with the above adjectives.

Rong Jinchen pursed his lips and chuckled, "As long as my future father-in-law is willing, how could my father not agree?" His father-in-law worked under his father, so he had to agree even if he didn't agree. Suddenly, he felt that it was good that his biological father was the emperor.

The two of them held hands while admiring the scenery of the imperial farm. The carriage stopped in front of the villa in front of the farm, and behind it were endless fields and tenant farmers' houses.

The roads are connected, the chickens and dogs can hear each other, a tall figure is closely connected with a petite figure, and they move forward slowly under the setting sun, intimate and beautiful.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the main courtyard of the villa.

The dusk was setting in the west, the sky was dotted with stars, and the lanterns in the main courtyard had already been lit with candles.

Everyone had already left, and Gu Cheng, Gu Heng, Bai Zhi and Lu Wu were guarding outside the house.

Rong Jinchen held Su Zhenzhen's white, delicate little hand in his, playing with it, and occasionally intertwining his fingers. She smiled and said, "Chenchen, why are you so childish?" She sat on the edge of the couch, leaning against Rong Jinchen, her little face buried in his shoulder.

Rong Jinchen's eyes moved slightly, and his big hand on her slender waist tightened quietly, and Su Zhenzhen was instantly hugged in the man's arms.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with both joy and anger, and her two white and tender arms were directly hung around Rong Jinchen's neck. She suddenly closed the distance between her and Rong Jinchen, and the two of them were so close that they could feel each other's breath, and their eyes met.

There was a quiet ambiguity in the air, and Su Zhenzhen suddenly forgot the words she was about to say.

She looked at the thin lips of the man so close to her, and couldn't help but move forward to take a bite and then suck it.

The warm and soft lips tasted great, and the man's cool and unique hormonal scent quietly transitioned to her lips.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, Su Zhenzhen's breathing quickened, and her heart suddenly began to beat like a drum. Gradually, the heartbeat became heavier and heavier, with an accent appearing.

Coming back to her senses from the passionate kiss, the girl's sparkling eyes were misty. She tried hard to concentrate and found that it was the sound of Rong Jinchen's heartbeat.

The man's heartbeat was steady, strong, and rapid, and his breathing was heavy and rapid.

Her eyelashes, soaked with tears, were thick and curled, and they fluttered gently like a feather fan, as if caressing Rong Jinchen's heart, causing a slight itch.

His throat tightened, his eyes darkened, and he stared intently at the incredibly beautiful girl in front of him...

At this time, the servants in the imperial farm were trembling with fear.

Ever since the aunt in charge and the eunuch in charge relayed Rong Jinchen's words, they also mentioned the news that Bai Zhi intended to reveal.

Who would dare to come forward and show kindness, hoping to get ahead overnight?

Your life is not safe!

The maids all made excuses and refused to serve tea and water.

They promised to stay three feet away from His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan!

Where is the initial feeling?

The servants and eunuchs had never learned the etiquette of serving tea, so in the end they could only ask Baizhi and Luwu to serve the tea, snacks and fruits to them and let them deliver them.

It's just like a mouse seeing a cat, scared as if it has seen its natural enemy.

Baizhi and Luwu smiled at each other. They just liked to see those who wanted to take over His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan looking so miserable.

Don’t you look at yourself? His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan doesn’t even look down on the noble ladies in the capital, so how can he look down on them?

Estimating that the time was almost up, Lu Wu said in a deep voice: "Miss, would you like some tea?"

There's no point calling him His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, as he won't pay any attention to you.

Su Zhenzhen's lazy and charming voice came, "Come in."

As the door opened, Baizhi Luwu walked slowly into the house and placed tea, snacks and fruits on the small coffee table.

Su Zhenzhen sat casually, her sleeves intertwined with the robe of Rong Jinchen beside her.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, her face was rosy, her eyes were clear and watery, her lips were slightly swollen, and her sweet, innocent temperament was also a bit lazy, which made even women jealous.

Rong Jinchen's eyes were gentle, and he focused on her sitting posture which was not at all elegant and dignified. The doting in his eyes almost solidified into substance.

Baizhi and Luwu didn't say much. They quietly put down the tea, snacks and fruits and left.

They glanced at each other secretly and confirmed with their eyes that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan was indeed a pervert.

Tsk.

The way he looked at those young ladies, Your Highness Prince Yan, you really love them.

Su Zhenzhen supported her cheek with a soft, white hand, glanced sideways, and met Rong Jinchen's tender gaze. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She lowered her head, then looked up at him, "Chenchen, do you have a lot of peach blossoms in the northwest?"

Rong Jinchen originally saw her shy and slightly pink little face with the corners of her lips slightly raised. He thought Qingqing was so cute, and her pink and tender little face looked even cuter.

Immediately after hearing her question, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly, and his voice deepened, "Qingqing, are you finally interested in me?" She began to care about him.

"Hurry up and tell me! Don't try to change the subject." Su Zhenzhen said, her face a bit snarky, like a kitten whose fur stood up after being patted. "Your Highness the Prince of Yan is so handsome, there must be a lot of girls who are attracted to you, right?" She puffed out her cheeks, a bit sour.

Smelling the slightly sour smell in the air, Rong Jinchen touched his tall nose awkwardly. "Qingqing, I've never paid any attention to them, let alone let them touch me, not even the corner of my clothes." He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Only Qingqing can touch me, kiss me, and look at me."

Rong Jinchen was named King of Yan when he was one year old. He was a nobleman, and his appearance and figure were so outstanding that he had no shortage of romantic admirers wherever he went.

What's more, he is young and promising, and is proficient in both civil and military affairs.

The girls at the border are more enthusiastic and cheerful than the girls who grew up in the greenhouse of the capital.

But in Rong Jinchen's case, all of them returned empty-handed.

You can't get close to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. If you act clumsily, your family will be implicated.

His defenses were as strong as an iron wall, and he didn't need to be served by maids, so the rumors that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan was not interested in women became more and more intense.

Sometimes there are even rumors that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan does not like women, and even the rumor has spread to his subordinates.

But there is no need to tell Qingqing about this.

He disdains to seek credit for his past deeds and will do better in the future.

Su Zhenzhen was overjoyed. She turned around and threw herself into his arms, rubbing her chubby face against his strong chest in appreciation.

"Chenchen is great. I'll give you a hug as a reward." Her voice was so sweet that it softened Rong Jinchen's heart.

The man's muscular arms held her soft body tightly, and his voice was low and gentle, "Thank you, Qingqing." He lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes moving slightly, and gently placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Su Zhenzhen couldn't help but smile happily and rubbed against his arms coquettishly.

For a while, the house was peaceful and quiet. The red sunset gradually set in the evening mist, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, with stars twinkling in the sky.