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Rong Xian's slender and fair fingers gently loosened her sleeves and looked at her quietly.

Yu Chu was also depressed. The plane of Mad is simple, she said it for the sake of it, this person still looks calm and unresponsive.

He didn't seem to care about her. And he has already proposed marriage to someone else. She deliberately ignored him a few days ago, and she didn't feel well, but this person was calm and unresponsive, as if he didn't care at all.

Okay, whoever cares about you is a fool.

Yu Chu puffed up his cheeks depressedly, put away his folding fan and stood up, "I'll go and call him back. What did you do to him just now? You must have scared people."

She threw the fan on the table, and walked towards the door. When she passed the corner of the boy's snow-colored clothes, her sleeves brushed, and a slender, white hand grabbed her.

Rong Xian's dark eyes looked over.

Yu Chu was stared at by a pair of such beautiful and sharp eyes, but with no waves, and he couldn't help it for a while, and took a step back subconsciously.

It is said that the prime minister is unfathomable, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The eldest son of the Jinghua Rong family's noble and unparalleled, young prime minister, cold as frost.

He slightly bent his eyes and asked slowly, "Your Majesty wants to see people of his age, why not see Wei Chen?"

"..."

Yu Chu opened his eyes in astonishment.

He gently released the hand that was holding her wrist, but took a step towards her calmly.

Yu Chu stepped back, but he didn't step forward.

"Look at you..." Yu Chu opened his mouth and remained silent for two seconds, not sure what he meant.

She looked out the door and was silent for a while, "What are you doing? I can't afford a dignified prime minister."

Rong Xian was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and lowered his voice, "...Do you treat me like a flower gardener?"

Yu Chu was stunned, looking at the unfathomable dark eyes of the person on the other side, remembering his noble and peerless identity, his heart moved slightly, and he asked with a smile:

"Then, is the Prime Minister willing to be my flower gardener?"

Rong Xian looked at her quietly for two seconds, then moved away a pair of inky eyes, her eyelashes drooping gently.

He took two steps back before stopping silently.

He is still the noble prime minister of the bright wind and the moon.

"Weichen isn't going to...depreciate it like this. I'm guilty of disturbing Your Majesty Yaxing today."

He raised his eyes lightly, "Your Majesty continues. Wei Chen will retire at this point. I hope Your Majesty will have a good time today."

He took a few steps back and left with a calm expression.

The room fell silent again.

Yu Chu sighed slightly.

Talking to this person just now is almost like humiliating him. Rong Xian not only has a noble and unparalleled identity, but also has a cold and indifferent personality, never emotional.

How could it be possible to endure being told that.

She lost her interest in having fun, and after calling the little waiter, she gave some money at will, and went out with a folding fan, planning to go shopping elsewhere.

...

The carriage started again from the front of the flower building, and the young prime minister in the carriage closed his eyes slightly.

Jinghua Rong family, the official prime minister, he never thought that one day, he would be regarded as a flower gardener.

The noble and unparalleled in the court, the young prime minister who dominates the court and the opposition. This view itself is a humiliation.

He quietly turned a page of the book, his eyes stopped on the words on the page, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

The driver asked carefully, "Your Majesty... Is it really okay for His Majesty to be alone in this place?"

Rong Xian closed his eyes and opened them again, the youth Shen Mo's eyes were calm, and he sighed:

"...I'm impulsive."

No matter what, someone should be brought back. She is not only the emperor, but also a girl.