Chapter 60 Chapter 60 What kind of person is she?
This inner hall was a place specially used for the young emperor to take classes. If Shangguan Xu had not been delayed just now, he would have left when the class was over.
However, just as she was about to leave, Xu Qing'an, who had just left the hall, came back.
"Why are you back?" Shangguan Xu asked in surprise.
She remembered the time when Su Shang left and asked, "What did Su Xubai say to you?"
Xu Qing'an nodded slightly: "Yeah."
Fortunately, she had dismissed everyone when she was talking to him just now, so there was no one else in the hall now.
Shangguan Xu asked directly: "What did he say?"
"He said... the queen is using me."
The surprise on Shangguan Xu's face had not yet faded, but his eyes widened at Xu Qing'an's words, and his fingertips subconsciously clenched his sleeves.
However, she quickly suppressed her panic, as if her thoughts had been spoken to, and said calmly, "So you came back to ask me for an answer?"
Xu Qing'an frowned and raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a humble manner: "May I ask for it?"
Shangguan Xu was stunned for a moment by his words, then suddenly smiled and said, "Why can't I ask for it? Have I treated you harshly in the past?"
What Shangguan Xu actually wanted to say was, hadn't he asked for too little? He'd done the most daring things before, yet now he was being so cautious.
Xu Qing'an raised his eyes. "Of course not in the past, but today's situation is different. Your Majesty, just after hearing what Lord Su said, I can't help but feel a little uneasy." He put his hand over his heart, but smiled with relief. "But from what Your Majesty said, my anxiety is unnecessary."
Shangguan Xu couldn't help laughing at his expression and actions: "Do you still want to ask now?"
Xu Qing'an lowered his hands, his smile undiminished. "No more questions. The relationship between me and the Empress shouldn't be soured. I deserve the punishment just now."
"However, if Your Majesty is willing to speak to me a few more words, I would also be happy."
Shangguan Xu chuckled, walked slowly towards him, and stopped one step in front of him.
Her eyes softened, her voice soft, "You say you don't want to ask, yet you say you want to hear it. With that, I'm really unsure whether I should speak or not, or what to say." "Have I put so much pressure on Your Majesty?" Xu Qing'an's tone was introspective, and he added respectfully, "Your Majesty, please choose according to your heart."
"I choose according to my heart?" Shangguan Xu said, "Ask yourself, if I don't give you a satisfactory answer, will you feel resentful towards me?"
Xu Qing'an asked, "If I say no, will Your Majesty believe me?" He smiled and said, "How about this, Your Majesty, since you don't know what to choose, how about I make a suggestion for you?"
Shangguan Xu raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"
Xu Qing'an took a step forward, closing the remaining distance between them, and his figure enveloped her.
Xu Qingan said softly and tenderly: "I was interrupted just now..."
His gaze moved back and forth between her eyes and lips, finally settling on her eyes and looking into theirs.
What was interrupted just now?
That kiss.
Shangguan Xu understood his thoughts instantly, and she knew from the teasing in his eyes that his words were more of a teasing. However, what he didn't know was that she would not be stingy with what he wanted, and she could even be more proactive than he imagined.
Shangguan Xu stood on tiptoe, put her arms around his neck to make him lean over, then raised her head and lightly touched his lips.
She smiled: "Okay?"
He glanced at it correctly: "Not enough."
"not enough?"
"That wasn't the case just now."
"What's that like?"
Xu Qing'an raised his lips, put his arm around her waist, and led her back step by step until they reached the table, while her hand fell on his shoulder during this time.
His eyes were always locked on hers, and when they both reached the table, he immediately leaned down, and she was held in his arms, unable to move her upper body. A fresh and elegant orchid fragrance hit her, and his lips covered hers.
Continuing the kiss and the tenderness from before, Shangguan Xu was not surprised by his actions.
They both closed their eyes almost at the same time.
The temperature rose suddenly, the atmosphere was misty and charming, and the hall was silent except for the sound of rustling clothes and the rising and falling sounds of breathing in front of the square table in the hall.
Their temperatures interacted and intertwined. Although his kiss was gentle, it was also too deep, and the air was quickly plundered. By the time Shangguan Xu reacted and wanted to escape, he had already held her tightly. Her vision began to darken, and she felt like a piece of driftwood, about to lose her support, and could only clutch the clothes in front of his shoulders.
Finally, when she felt that she was about to faint, her mouth was empty and he let her go, followed by a large gust of fresh and cool air.
Shangguan Xu's chest heaved violently, and he kept breathing as if he had been reborn.
Xu Qing'an rested his forehead against hers, his watery eyes gazing at her quietly, watching her gradually calm down, watching her come out of her lust.
He smiled.
No matter who she is thinking about now, no matter what she is planning in her mind, now that he can spend time with her like this, he just feels more satisfied.
Shangguan Xu slowly raised his eyes and looked at him.
How could she think about anyone? How could she make any plans in her mind? She just felt exhausted and had no intention of thinking about anything else.
Xu Qing'an saw her looking up, and he turned his head away from her. He stood up straight, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of lust: "That's enough."
"Then can you let me go?" After recovering, Shangguan Xu's breathing not only calmed down, but his expression also gradually became calmer, but his voice was still soft.
Xu Qingan didn't care much: "Of course."
He let her go and took a step back.
Shangguan Xu knew that he was satisfied at the moment, so she wanted to say as many comforting words as possible while he was intoxicated.
"Su Xubai didn't know about the agreement between you and me, but since we've been so close lately, he's inevitably had some suspicions. Plus, Su Xingzheng's incident happened not long ago, so it's normal for him to be a little conflicted. Don't overthink it."
Xu Qing'an smiled, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I know your affection for me very well. How could you let a few words from others create a rift between us? Wouldn't that be too insincere and heartless?"
Even though his words sounded a bit exaggerated and hypocritical, at least he showed his attitude on the surface, and Shangguan Xu felt a little relieved. After all, all she wanted was to comfort him temporarily.
She said, "That's good. I'm always worried that you might overthink it."
Xu Qing'an lowered his eyes, and the annoyance in his heart arose inexplicably because of her words.
He turned and took a few steps outside.
His eyes casually fell on a painting in the hall, and Xu Qing'an found a way to start a conversation, "This landscape painting of flowers and birds has a unique style. I wonder who created it?"
Shangguan Xu followed his gaze.
Unique painting style?
If the childish paintings made by young children can be called unique in style, then there are indeed many of them in this world.
Seeing him speak so seriously, Shangguan Xu was unsure if he was joking. "Master Xu, did you really not see that, or are you just being funny? Such a naive work, and in this hall, must have been painted by Your Majesty."
"His Majesty?"
"You really didn't guess it?"
Seeing that he was even more surprised after she finished speaking, Shangguan Xu was sure that he really had no idea who the painter was.
She followed strangely.
Xu Qing'an then asked, "Did His Majesty draw this painting with the assistance of others, or did he draw it independently?"
Shangguan Xu: "To what extent can it be considered assistance? If color grading is considered assistance, then there is assistance. If he is independent as long as he completes the work himself, then he is independent."
Xu Qing'an looked back and pointed at the painting, "Did Your Majesty choose the colors in this painting yourself?"
Since it is a landscape, flower-and-bird painting, the colors are naturally rich and colorful.
Shangguan Xu didn't hide it: "Well, although the colors of some flowers and birds don't match their real-life counterparts, he's still just a child after all, so it's normal for him to have some wild imaginations."
"What? Do you think something is wrong?" she asked.
Xu Qing'an put down his hand, smiled softly and said, "No, it's just like what the Queen said. At first I thought the colors were a bit strange, and wondered how such a painting could be stored here."
"Has it never occurred to you that it was His Majesty who painted it?"
"Your Majesty has been surrounded by many famous teachers, so you naturally assume that his painting skills are not as good as shown in the picture."
"But he is only an eight-year-old child after all."
"Yes, he is only an eighteen-year-old child. I overlooked him for a moment."
——
Xu Qing'an was a little absent-minded after returning home. Xun Yang couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? You look distracted."
As he spoke, Xun Yang glanced around at Xu Qing'an. When he saw the red mark on his collar, his expression immediately turned teasing. He tugged at the spot and said, "Isn't it all printed on here?"
Xu Qing'an ignored his joke and put his hand on the spot he had just pulled. He looked up at him with a deep gaze and said, "Do you remember when I asked you about your difficulty distinguishing red from green?"
Xun Yang nodded: "Yes, I remember. You asked me when you wrote to me and asked me to go to the capital."
Xu Qing'an: "You told me then that this disease is congenital and difficult to cure."
"Yes, that's right." Xun Yang was still sure.
However, Xu Qing'an's brows became increasingly tighter.
——
That night, Zhang Fan came to the mansion.
Zhang Fan: "Everything that my husband asked me to confirm has been confirmed." He paused for a moment, then continued, "All the answers are exactly the same as what we got four years ago, even the details are the same."
The night he returned from prison, Xu Qing'an contacted his men to review what happened that year, and tonight Zhang Fan came to tell him the result.
After saying that, Zhang Fan saw that Xu Qing'an was silent for a long time, so he asked, "My dear, are you reviewing the past again this time? Do you think you missed anything?"
Xu Qing'an lowered his eyes: "No, I just wanted to confirm it again."
Having said that, Zhang Fan clearly saw that the man sitting in the upper seat had a gloomy expression, as if he was hiding something in his heart. However, he did not dare to ask too much, because he knew that although his husband was obsessed with some things, he would never miss his official duties because of them, and in the final analysis, those knots in his heart could only be resolved by himself.
It was already late, and after the two of them exchanged a few more words, Xu Qing'an personally escorted Zhang Fan out of the house.
——
After seeing Zhang Fan off, Xu Qing'an did not go to bed, but went to the outside of A Zheng's room.
A Zheng's injury has recovered a lot recently. She got enough sleep in the past few days. She is in good spirits today and picked some books to read in the evening.
Just as she was engrossed in watching, there was a knock on the door.
"Mrs. Zheng, are you done with your rest?"
"Master Xu?"
The two talked through the door.
Xu Qing'an: "I have something I want to ask you. Is it convenient for you now?"
A Zheng invited Xu Qing'an in, but because it was night, she finally followed Xu Qing'an's instructions and sat behind the screen in the room to talk with him.
"I wonder what Lord Xu wants to ask me?" After sitting down, A Zheng spoke first.
The door was wide open, and Xu Qing'an gazed at the night sky in the distance. "I want to ask you, in your heart, what kind of person is your queen? What happened during the four years you knew her?"
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