The last time their lips touched was when he was in danger in the underground palace. In a moment of desperation, she used her lips to transfer air and pulled him back from the gates of hell. At that time, she was so anxious that all her actions were based on instinct. She didn't care about the etiquette between men and women, and he was in a deep coma, so she didn't have any ambiguous feelings.
But this time was different.
The afternoon sun fell on their bodies like a fishing net. Around them was Xishui Street, one of the busiest streets in the capital. Every day, thousands of pedestrians and carriages would pass by here. In the background of this bustling scene, Xiahou Qing lowered her head and bent down. Half of her black hair fell to her chest. Two slightly cold thin lips covered her softness in a way that caught her off guard.
Sobriety and confusion, gentleness and domineering. These contradictory emotions were miraculously merged together. Like fireworks in the night sky of the New Year's Eve, they bloomed in Ning Shu's mind. The numbness rushed all the way up her spine, making her dazed for a moment. The whole world seemed to have turned into nothingness at this moment. Only the thick black eyelashes that were close to her and their lingering breath were left.
It was not until a long, long time after he kissed her that she came back to herself. She realized that her lungs were about to explode. Because of the sudden attack just now, she had forgotten to breathe.
Feeling her shyness and panic, he curled his lips and gently scratched her chin with his finger. He asked, "Is it sweet?"
Ning Shu was half intoxicated. Her whole body was as light as a feather, as if she was flying in the clouds. Her cheeks were stained with smoke, and her eyes were dazzled. She evaded his gaze and said, "It's … It's okay … This dessert shop is an old brand in the capital. The flavor is naturally excellent …"
Xiahou Qing let out a chuckle. His voice was low and soft. "I also think it's sweet. It's very sweet. I can't stop."
When he smiled, the other half of Ning Shu's heart fell into the fifty-year-old wine. She couldn't help but cover her face.
Why didn't she know that this Immortal Cultivator, who looked as cold as ice and serious as a man who didn't get close to women, could make people's legs go soft when he spoke flirtatious words?
It was no wonder that King You of Zhou was willing to do such a ridiculous thing as playing tricks on the dukes. If she was the emperor and he was the favored concubine, it was hard to say who was more foolish between her and King You of Zhou.
Knowing that it was rare for her to be so shy, Xiahou Qing temporarily let her go and said to Hui Mo: "Let's go, Hui Mo lead the horse."
"If I lead the horse, then you —" Hui Mo stupidly said half of the sentence and then he realized what he was doing. He hurriedly put Xiahou Qing's hand into Ning Shu's hand, "I'll lead the horse, I'll lead the horse. I'm good at leading the horse. I can't free my hands, so I'll have to trouble Lady Ning to help me, hee hee hee! "
She reached out to support Xiahou Qing. Ning Shu's face was still red. She noticed that there were countless pairs of eyes around them, and countless girls were biting their handkerchiefs with tears in their eyes. She shrank her neck and quickly lowered her head to help Xiahou Qing into the carriage.
Jiusi bowed in front of the carriage to welcome them.
Xiahou Qing's voice brushed by Ning Shu's ear: "Jiusi, do one thing for me. Later, go to the East Market and buy a shop called Zhang's Pastry Shop. Also, invite the owner to the Prince's Mansion to be the chef. I want the taste of this lily pastry to be exclusive to me from now on."
Ning Shu's face, which had just dropped, suddenly soared again. Fortunately, the curtain of the carriage was closed in time, blocking countless fanciful eyes.
The curious passers-by looked for a long time and whispered: "Just now, that was Xiahou Qing, the heir of Prince Nanping, right?"
"Seems like it, seems like it. That posture, that demeanor, and the same disease in his eyes, who else could it be but him?"
"Then who is the girl close to him?"
"Duke Ning, Ning Shu! The last time she got married, she was slapped out by Madame Yun. I watched at the door and watched her carry the dowry back to the Prince's Mansion. There's no one else with such a foxy appearance! "
"Didn't she just get engaged to the second son of the Tan Family? The Tan Family has just fallen. How did she get entangled with Xiahou Shizi? She won't take Xiahou Shizi as her future fifth husband, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at this energy, this physical strength. She really deserves to be called the number one jinx of our Great Yue! "
"Being Ning Shu's husband is simply the same as courting death. Look at the previous three, none of them had a good ending. The news of the fourth Tan Shaoqing's engagement spread less than two days ago, and the entire Tan Family was implicated in the case of the sudden death of an envoy. They lost their official positions, lost their reputations, and lost their lives … Scary, too scary! Her power is even fiercer than gunpowder. Wherever she goes, not even a blade of grass grows. Xiahou Shizi actually dared to provoke this Black Widow, the poisonous rose. He's too bold! "
"Perhaps, this is true love!"
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