The boy didn't say anything, and he made tea with a serious and focused look.

Prince Wu quickly turned around and left.

The emperor brother?

The boy's eyebrows were lowered, his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled at a mocking curve.

What is the emperor brother?

A stranger I have never known, why should I save him?

As for the life of my mother...

The boy poured himself a cup of tea, picked it up and sucked it gently, and couldn't help thinking that he had worked for his mother for sixteen years, so he had paid off his fertility.

What does her life and death have to do with him?

Zixi walked in and saw the boy sitting alone under the tree, holding a teacup and siping slowly, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, but he looked like a little wandering in the sky.

Zixi paused slightly, then walked over: "You can still make tea?"

The young man came back to his senses and stood up and saluted: "See Your Majesty."

A white dress drags the floor, delicate and clean.

"Flat."

The young man raised his eyes and saw that there was only a maid Qiu Yan following Zixi, and Nan Mohao, who was often with him, disappeared. He couldn't help but smile: "It's rare that the Regent was not followed by His Majesty today."

Qiu Yan glanced at him and thought to himself that the young man looked delicate and beautiful, like a porcelain doll. A few days ago, due to physical discomfort, his expression was still a bit weak.

No matter what the point is, he is a pity-provoking boy.

If he hadn't come from Daxia, he wouldn't be the enemy of Ling Kingdom... Judging from Chu Chen's current situation, his situation is really not good.

Such a boy can arouse a woman's desire to pity the most.

"The Regent went out of the palace to see Prince Wu." Zixi smiled faintly, "You will be the only one in a foreign country from now on. I don't know if you will cry when you sleep at night."

Crying nose?

The young man was slightly stunned, then pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "I have long forgotten what my nose looks like when I cry."

Zixi raised her eyes and looked at the young man's beautiful facial features. She couldn't help but think, if she had such a son, she would be able to hold it in the palm of her hand to care for her. How could she hurt her child for a man?

And the Emperor of Daxia.

Even if Dugu Xi's mother is a dancer and has a low birth background, he also has the blood of the royal family. His biological son has become a container for raising a pot, how could he remain indifferent?

"Your Majesty, please sit down." The young man stretched out his hand and signaled, "Your Majesty, have you the best, please taste my tea making skills?"

Qiu Yan frowned.

Zixi sat down on the mat, saw the boy reaching out to get a clean teacup, carrying a pot and pouring tea for her, and smiled faintly: "I can't tell you are still good at this."

"I am good at a lot of things." Dugu Xi curled his eyes and smiled slightly, "If you want to please someone, you can't do it just by looking at beauty. You can be proficient in all kinds of martial arts. If you have time another day, your Majesty can come and listen to me playing the piano."

Qiu Yan's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help staring at the boy.

Make tea and play the piano?

Is this what it means to compete for favor?

Lord Zhengjun won’t be insured, right?

Zixi took the tea handed over by the boy and delivered it to her lips to drink it lightly, but when Qiuyan heard Qiuyan hurriedly said, "Your Majesty."

As the words fell, the atmosphere was slightly frozen.

The boy remained silent.

Zixi sipped the tea slowly and savored it carefully: "Qiuyan, do you want to try it too? The second prince has good skills."

Dugu Xi pursed his lips and then spoke softly: "Your Majesty isn't you worried that I will poison me?"
Chapter completed!