Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 937: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

The madam thought that this customer would not come into the building, as he looked not very interested in such things.

But she never expected that the next second, the young man who was impatient just now pushed her away and rushed inside.

Lingyao was doing something when she saw a goose yellow figure suddenly cut in between her and her subordinates.

"We had a lot of fun chatting."

Xuan Yanjing was still holding the rabbit lantern in his hand, staring at the man, his jawline tense and his eyes seemed to be frozen.

He stared at the man's hand that was so close to Lingyao and his exposed skin. His knuckles slowly curled up in his sleeves, and his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Although it was a warm room, there seemed to be an inextricable gloom in his eyes. His drooping eyelashes cast a shadow, covering up the violent energy surging within.

Unfortunately, all of this is hidden under the veil.

Su Qing was a little confused. He didn't know Xuan Yanjing and didn't understand why he suddenly rushed forward. He didn't receive male guests.

So facing Xuan Yanjing's rage, he only asked doubtfully, "What can I do for you, sir?"

What can I do for you?

What a great guy!

He openly seduce people with his clothes off, which is so immoral, and you still have the nerve to ask him what he wants.

Xuan Yanjing's princely temper was about to boil over. Lingyao, who was standing next to him, saw this and grabbed his hand. She also signaled Su Qing to move aside to make room for the prince to sit down, otherwise he would overturn the table.

Xuan Yanjing's fingers were held, and the cool and soft touch went along his middle finger and penetrated into his heart, causing the gloom and anger on his face to pause for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

Don't think that he will be easily coaxed just by holding his hand.

However, Xuan Yanjing was willing to give her face and sat down following Lingyao's hand. However, his unfriendly eyes were still like a knife or a poisonous snake, stabbing towards Su Qin and entangling him.

The smile on Su Qing's lips froze under such a gaze.

This person seemed to have a close relationship with the new Pavilion Master. What a pity, he originally thought that Pavilion Master Wen had no one around him.

Now there is someone around me who is not only difficult to get along with but also difficult to get along with at first glance...

After Lingyao and Xuan Yanjing sat down, she continued to instruct Su Qing on the arrangements of several matters.

He had no intention of avoiding Xuan Yanjing.

Xuan Yanjing listened to the conversation between the two.

It's just about a few court officials.

She wasn't the Imperial Noble Consort's person, so why did she want to get involved in the affairs of the court? Furthermore, Xuan Yanjing had some impression of these ministers. They all seemed to be from the Imperial Noble Consort's mother's family, the Gongsun faction...

Lingyao simply said this and asked Su Qing to leave.

Lingyao asked Su Qing to leave, then looked at Xuan Yanjing, ready to answer the prince's questions.

"Why did you end up here?"

"Well, I shouldn't have come. I disturbed you." The emotions that had just been suppressed returned to his heart, causing Xuan Yanjing to feel a pain in his chest.

His eyes fell on the table and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the pastries on the table. They were exactly the ones he had eaten in the car today, even the boxes were exactly the same.

Xuan Yanjing's head buzzed, as if it was hit by something.

I knew they were just some pastries, but when the sweet fragrance wafted over, it felt like needles piercing my heart, causing me so much pain.

Why give it to others? Obviously... obviously he thought it was only his.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suppressed it.

He doesn't deserve it. He is just a waste who can't even remember a few lines of poetry. Why should he blame others?

But he couldn't swallow the anger in his chest. It was like a fire burning in his chest, making his fingertips tremble. He just wanted to find a corner to curl up, cover his ears, and not hear or see anything.

Lingyao seemed to notice that something was wrong with him, and raised her hand to lift half of his veil to see his face.

Xuan Yanjing shrank back suddenly, his shoulders against the cold back of the chair, his head lowered, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "Don't touch me."

Xuan Yanjing dug his nails deep into his palms.

He didn't deserve it anyway. If she just felt sorry for him, and if what she gave him could also be given to others, then he didn't want it.

Lingyao didn't know why Xuan Yanjing suddenly went crazy. She just saw him coming with a knife across his body, stiffening his neck and saying these words, then Xuan Yanjing quickly walked away.

Lingyao looked at Xuan Yanjing's back but did not chase him. She had something else to do later. She glanced at the secret guard hiding in the dark and signaled him to follow.

Xuan Yanjing left and did not return to the inn, but turned around and went to a restaurant.

He seldom drinks, but this time he got drunk without caring about anything. Xiao Fuzi beside him kept trying to persuade him, but unfortunately it had no effect on Xuan Yanjing who was already trapped in a vicious circle.

Half an hour later, Lingyao finally arranged everything she needed to do before leaving the palace.

"Those around the prince who can be bribed should be bribed, and those who cannot should be replaced."

After saying this, Lingyao asked someone to inquire about Xuan Yanjing's whereabouts.

"Your Highness went to the restaurant to drink for a while and has now returned to the inn."

Lingyao nodded. It was getting late, and they needed to rush back to the palace before dawn tomorrow morning. So after returning to the inn, she went to take a look at Xuan Yanjing's room. Xiao Fuzi, who was guarding outside the door, said that he had already gone to bed, so she didn't go in. She went back to her room to wash up and rest.

Xuan Yanjing had a nightmare after a hangover. He dreamed that his mother was still in those years. He was the little prince who was the center of attention. He came from a prominent family and his father, the emperor, and his mother, the queen, loved him very much.

But the scene suddenly changed, his mother died, his father's eyes gradually turned disappointed and disgusted, the other princes avoided him, and on his birthday, he was put into solitary confinement for reflection by the imperial concubine.

The house was so dark and cold, and the food that was brought to them was icy and hard to swallow.

I don’t know how long he stayed in that room, but a girl appeared. She gave him delicious food, taught him to read, and accompanied him through the darkness. She said she was not the imperial concubine’s person.

Xuan Yanjing likes her so much that he wants to be tied to her for the rest of his life.

But in the blink of an eye, he was released by his father. After he was out of confinement, he found that she was not special to him, and she was good to everyone.

Her kindness is no different from treating a poor puppy on the street, and there are so many people who want to be her dogs.

Xuan Yanjing was awakened by the shock.

……

The night is as deep as ink that cannot be dissolved.

Xuan Yanjing walked barefoot on the cold floor, each step was as light as a cat's, with only the hem of his pajamas sweeping across the ground, making an inaudible rustling sound.

When he reached the bed, he paused for a long time, his fingertips clenching the corner of his clothes and twisting them into deep wrinkles, his knuckles turning white.

The person on the bed breathed evenly. Moonlight filtered in through the window, casting a faint shadow on their face. He stared at the strand of hair that fell on his temple, his throat moving as if a small animal was buzzing around in his heart.

Finally, he arched his back and climbed to the edge of the bed very slowly like a cat stealing food.

The mattress sank a little, and he practically hung there, afraid to let his weight press down. He lifted the quilt a tiny gap, just enough to accommodate his curled-up knees, leaving most of his body exposed, lying in a corner next to Lingyao's arm.

He turned his head and his nose accidentally touched Lingyao's hanging sleeves. There was a familiar cold fragrance on it, which wrapped around her like a vine.

Xuan Yanjing's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to explode, but he pursed his lips tightly and dared not make a sound. He froze in place, even holding his breath, for fear that any movement would disturb the person on the bed.

He couldn't help it, and moved closer and closer...

Then he moved his nose slightly, letting the cold fragrance invade his nostrils.

Xuan Yanjing's face was hot and his eyes were lost in thought.

I really want to bury my face in her hands.