The touch was so unexpected.

Chu Chen buried his head in Zixi's ear: "Why did you suddenly think of it..."

"What did you think of suddenly?" Zixi stared at him softly with his eyes and smiled slightly, "Let the child's surname be Chu? Actually, it wasn't that I suddenly had this idea, but that I had it when I was in Xiling."

The Prince of Qing was an open-minded and generous father. He fulfilled his son's happiness and respected his son's choice of love - this is something that ordinary fathers would never do.

Besides, he only has the only son like Chu Chen.

But even if he is enlightened, he cannot eliminate the regret that a father would marry into the royal family for his son, and he will not be with him to be filial and have no successors.

So this idea existed in Zixi's mind early on, but he just didn't say it.

Chu Chen didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at her and her heart unconsciously softened into water.

Zixi loves him.

The sentence turned into clear words and spread in his heart, making his feelings uncontrollable, and turned into actions, and lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

"Zi Xi..."

Why is she so good?

Why is it so good?

Zixi raised his hand, and his slender fingers slid into his hair, and his tone was calm and breathing: "You give me a deep affection, I... take it back to you... Well, I'll reply to you... I'll be sincere..."

If you don't finish it, you will be blocked between the overlapping lips and tongues.

The spring is endless, and it is lingering in the middle of the night again.

...

Regarding Hongyi, it is actually not the reason Qin Shang said.

But this is a little secret hidden in his heart, and he often doesn't want to share it with others.

Once upon a time, he was just a young man who was looking for it.

A sword, a blue shirt, also had a dream of a young man holding a sword to the end of the world.

But when I first met the Pavilion Master that year, I was confused since then.

A white dress left an indelible trace in his heart, and his obsession grew like a vine. He practiced martial arts desperately just to walk to that person.

Qingyi is calm, but too inconspicuous.

He longed for the man's presence in his sight, and for the cold eyes to see him at a glance.

So on the day he went up the mountain to pay homage, he chose a set of red clothes, as red as the most dazzling sun in the sky.

This dress has never changed any other color ever since.

The red is dazzling and can also conceal the blood.

But blood can conceal it, but how can blood and energy be hidden?

So every time I come back with my injuries, the noble Pavilion Master doesn't have to look at him, and I know how much injuries he has suffered.

Now that I think about it, Qin Shang can't help but feel like he is a different life.

It seems like a different life...

Actually, it’s not an illusion. After all, it’s a person who has barely died once, so it’s normal to have this feeling.

Just thinking about what Zixi said tonight, my heart couldn't help but feel a little throbbing and a little sad.

Only Jiuge can afford him to wear this way.

Looking down at the clothes on his body, the red robe was light and smooth, without any wrinkles. Under the bright lights, the hem of the robe sleeves radiated brightly.

The red clothes look like fire, and are pure red, making people feel dazzling.

Qin Shang stared at the clothes like this, and then he couldn't help but think of receiving two sets of red clothes from Lord Mu that year: "The Lord has asked someone to prepare clothes for you, so don't wear your own clothes in the future."
Chapter completed!