Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 402 Jealousy makes people "twisted"

My name is Canglige. I thought that having the identity of a princess in the world of formations meant I would be treated like the protagonist in a storybook. If the eldest princess was not Liu Jiqian, who was sitting in front of me with an angry look on her face, I would have almost believed it.

Half of the warm yellow palace lantern shone through the carved rosewood screen. Canglige stared at the Biluochun tea floating in the green jade teacup on the table. The steam blurred the eyebrows and eyes of the person opposite him.

The person's eyes and brows became increasingly blurred in the mist. Only the white jade hairpin on her silver-gray hair was dazzlingly bright, like broken jade falling on the snow.

It’s a very beautiful picture, but Canglige really wants to burrow into the ground.

Liu Jiqian's fingertips twirled around the edge of the teacup. His long silver-gray hair was loosely tied up with a white jade hairpin. The drooping hair tips drew tiny silver lines on his moon-white wide sleeves. His golden-red pupils reflected the ripples of the tea soup. He was even three times more beautiful than those noble ladies in the palace who were covered in rouge and powder.

If it weren't for the man's obvious Adam's apple and masculine appearance, it would be difficult to tell who he was with such a stunning appearance.

"Why are you asking people to find out about the number one scholar?" Liu Jiqian's voice came over as clear and cool as if soaked in spring snow, but the movement of his fingertips caressing the rim of the cup was so slow that it could break one's heart.

Liu Jiqian drank his tea leisurely, as if he was just asking, but Cang Lige's eyelids twitched and her palms were slightly sweaty: If Cha had only suffered minor skin injuries, she would have really thought that Liu Jiqian just wanted to chat with her.

However, when he saw the thin calluses on his knuckles when he put down the teacup, Canglige knew that this was a man who could beat someone with one hand.

"That was not my intention. It was my mother who made the decision. Do you believe it?" Before she could react, she was told that her "mother" had sent someone to inquire about the number one scholar's marriage, and that the number one scholar was Lu Wensheng.

Cang Lige's fingertips twisted the jade tassel on her waist unconsciously, and the oriental pearl on the tassel knocked against her palm, making her shudder with coldness - are they still "sisters" now? He won't beat her in public, right?

Liu Jiqian suddenly raised his eyes, his golden red pupils moving in the light and shadow, like amber tempered with honey: "Oh? The imperial sister has no interest in the number one scholar?"

As he spoke, the teacup made a slight sound when placed on the jade table, which startled Canglige.

"Yes, yes, yes, I don't like him!" Cang Lige nodded repeatedly, twisting the jade spikes into a ball between his fingers, "Liu... cough cough cough, don't worry, sister, I have absolutely no thoughts about the top scholar..."

At this point, she couldn't help but complain in her heart: not to mention the disgusting look of the two people outside the formation, just the way this "imperial sister" stares at other people's portraits in a daze every day, and her fighting ability, even if she had ten times the courage, she would not dare to snatch her from Liu Jiqian!

What's the matter with the princesses having different surnames? Also! Liu Jiqian, the "royal sister", has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. She speaks without covering her voice and has a prominent Adam's apple. It's obvious that she is a "prince" when she meets him face to face, right?! To "target" her, she also has to be of the same gender, right?! Are they all blind?! That emperor is still looking for a consort for someone. Has the world finally gone crazy and she doesn't know it?

Canglige gave an awkward yet polite smile, feeling a lot of complaints in his heart.

"He's so good, why don't you like him? What's there that you don't like about him?" Liu Jiqian suddenly leaned forward, his wide sleeves swept across the table, bringing up the scent of tea, and his golden-red eyes stared at Cang Lige, like a hawk locking onto its prey.

The candlelight in the hall flickered, stretching his shadow long on the wall, as if some giant beast had bared its fangs.

I am very happy that you have no feelings for Lu Wensheng, but I am not very happy when you say that you look down on Lu Wensheng.

Cang Lige felt like crying but had no tears, and was worried: You said you liked me but I couldn't, and you kept insisting that I didn't like you, so how should she answer to satisfy her?

So they had no choice but to bite the bullet and praise the number one scholar to the skies, using words like "extremely talented" and "as handsome as Pan An"... They wanted to heap all the compliments from ancient times to modern times on Lu Wensheng - now they urgently needed the praises of Lu Wensheng's fans!

Lu Wensheng, who was still in the mansion: "Ah, ha!" Hmm, who is talking about him?

But the more he spoke, the gloomier Liu Jiqian's face became, and the tea in the teacup was almost stirred into a whirlpool.

Liu Jiqian snorted coldly, with an expression of "I knew it": "You said it so well, and you still said that you look down on him."

Cang Lige was so upset that she wanted to cry but had no tears. She wanted to jump down from here. She felt that she was more wronged than Dou E! The snow in June was not as cold as she felt now! What kind of hatred or grudge was this? Was she treated as a demon? !

"Is this what my royal sister is talking to me about?" Canglige imagined that if she lost her temper, Liu Jiqian's sword would probably be against her neck in an instant - after quickly reviewing the ninety-nine ways of her own death, she changed the subject from her heart's choice.

"How can I not care about this important event of my life?" Liu Jiqian smoothed the wrinkles on his cuffs slowly and leisurely. There was still some shyness on his face when talking about marriage. The tips of his ears were red. His tone and posture were just like a girl waiting to be married.

He was quite immersed in the play, and the play was too complete, wasn't it?! ——Cang Lige was stunned and speechless.

Cang Lige froze in place, his eyes looking at Yu Shuoyang and Wei Xun who were standing at the door as guards like a distress signal, his eyes clearly read: "I seriously suspect that Liu Jiqian in front of me may have hit his brain."

Yu Shuoyang was leaning against a vermilion lacquered pillar. Her ink-black hair was neatly cut short and slightly curled at the ends, which just reached her shoulders. It was loosely tied into a ponytail with a leather rope. A few strands of hair were playfully sticking up at the corners of her forehead, and a few more were braided into tiny pigtails and hung by her ears.

He looked more like an unruly young man who had run away from some mountain village. He was wearing a neat guard's uniform, but the long sword hanging at his waist was crooked, which gave an indescribable feeling of incongruity.

Wei Xun, who was standing beside him, was like a cold sword, his slender body wrapped in a tight black suit. The cloth formed a beautiful arc at the shoulders and chest, especially the clear muscle lines on his chest. The cloth in the front was almost stretched out, and the cold aura of a sword cultivator who had been holding a sword for many years was overwhelming.

His back was as straight as a pine tree, one hand on the hilt of the sword, but his eyes casually swept across the hall. Only the corners of his lips turned down slightly, revealing a bit of impatience.

One is like a young man riding a horse in the rivers and lakes, the other is like a "very cold" killer, but neither is like a hard-working guard working from nine to five in the imperial city.

After receiving Canglige's gaze, Yu Shuoyang spread his hands: Who knows.

Wei Xun nodded absentmindedly: Normal.

Seeing that he had asked almost all the questions, Liu Jiqian stood up gracefully and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Yu Shuoyang and Wei Xun immediately followed behind.

Wei Xun suddenly remembered something, his expression serious, and he spoke righteously: "Princess, don't you want something to nourish your skin? Let me go to the Imperial Hospital to get it." His tone was so serious as if he was carrying out an extremely important mission.

Liu Jiqian paused, turned around slowly, and a half-smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Wei Xun, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Do you want to help me get something or go see a female doctor? It's really hard to guess - you are not allowed to go." His words were full of jealousy and dissatisfaction, as if his own emotional journey was bumpy, so he couldn't bear to see others being in love.

I'm just jealous of him! Poisonous husband! Wei Xun's face tensed instantly, his eyes full of indignation.

He pursed his lips, his chest muscles protruding even more due to holding his breath, as if his tail had been stepped on. He turned his head and looked at Canglige, his eyes conveying strong emotions: "He must have had a brain injury!"

Canglige nodded: Normal.