After traveling through time, I married a male princess

"This snack is not as good as the one made by the prince." Fu Qianrun commented lightly, with a casual tone.

"Madam, if you like it, I'll make it for you when I get back."

"it is good."

The two stayed for a while and then decided to go back.

As soon as I walked out of the box, I was attracted by a burst of noise.

"Xiang Junyao! Let me go!" The man in white shouted at the man in red who kept pulling him.

"Brother Qingchuan, I won't let go." The man in red called Xiang Junyao said aggrievedly.

"Aren't you going to get engaged? Why did you come to me? Are you treating me like a fool?" The man in white was furious.

"I didn't! That was decided privately by my mother and the others, I didn't know about it!" Xiang Junyao explained as he hurriedly hugged the person in his arms.

Xiang Junyao looked to be in his early twenties and was tall. He was a head taller than the man in white, and his figure completely overshadowed everyone.

"Get lost!" What do you mean you don't know? The man in white was so angry that his face turned red.

"Go away? You want me to go away?" Xiang Junyao suddenly pulled the man in white away, pinched his neck with his hands, and put his face very close to him, "Brother Qingchuan, I don't like this word, don't say it again in the future."

"Please let me go. I beg you, okay?" The man in white was almost on the verge of collapse and pleaded in a low voice.

"No! Don't even think about getting rid of me in your life!" The man in red had madness in his eyes.

"But you are getting married." After saying this, the man in white lost all his strength, and his hands, which had been resisting, fell down to his sides.

"I won't get married! If I have to get married, it will be with you!" Xiang Junyao leaned forward slightly to allow the person to lean on his shoulders more easily, and the hand that was originally pinching the person's neck moved to the back of the neck.

"Brother Qingchuan, you are the only one in my heart, you know."

The person on the opposite side didn't say anything because he saw Ye Yanxing and Fu Qianrun standing not far away.

"Brother Qingchuan, I have already broken off the engagement. I went back this time just to break off the engagement. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would think too much."

Xiang Junyao continued to explain and tilted his head to kiss his hair.

The man in white pushed him away, calmed down, and then greeted Fu Qianrun, "Mr. Fu, long time no see."

Xiang Junyao turned around instantly when he heard that, and immediately retracted his sharp eyes when he saw that it was two men.

"Boss Zhao, sorry to bother you." Fu Qianrun greeted him with a smile.

"Your Highness, this is Mr. Zhao, the owner of the teahouse. I have met him twice before when Yun Ji came here." Fu Qianrun first introduced him to Ye Yanxing, and then to Zhao Qingchuan, "This is Prince Yan, my love."

Ye Yanxing turned his head to look over when he heard this. This was the first time Fu Qianrun introduced himself like this.

Zhao Qingchuan was also stunned for a moment, then he saluted, "So it's King Yan, I greet King Yan."

"Boss Zhao, I've long heard of your name." Ye Yanxing nodded.

"Brother Qingchuan, who are they?" Xiang Junyao next to him asked knowingly to show his presence, and deliberately squeezed his hand in to interlock his fingers with Zhao Qingchuan.

"This is Xiang Junyao, he is..."

"I am Brother Qingchuan's lover. I have met Prince Yan and Master Fu." Xiang Junyao took over the conversation with a smile, completely ignoring Zhao Qingchuan's warning look and his struggling fingers.

"Hello, Mr. Xiang." Fu Qianrun nodded at him, then turned to Zhao Qingchuan, "Boss Zhao, I'm sorry to bother you today. We'll talk later."

"Okay, take care, both of you." Zhao Qingchuan also knew that now was not the time to reminisce about the past.

After Ye Yanxing and Fu Qianrun left, Zhao Qingchuan turned around to look at Xiang Junyao, then quickly walked back to his private box.

He shouldn't continue to embarrass himself outside.

"Brother Qingchuan." Xiang Junyao quickly followed and went in before the door of the box closed.

Zhao Qingchuan stood in front of the window and looked out, ignoring the people behind him.

Xiang Junyao sat down at the tea table. The charcoal fire that the servant had just brought over was still there, so he boiled water to make tea.

"Brother Qingchuan, I promise this kind of thing will never happen again!"

"What I care about is never whether your family arranges a marriage for you, but your attitude."

"Why would they arrange a marriage for you? Isn't it because you are old enough to get engaged?"

"Then why don't you say you have someone you like? Why don't you dare to say it?"

Zhao Qingchuan became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Brother Qingchuan, I have already canceled the engagement." Xiang Junyao replied in a deep voice.

"Cancel the engagement? Then what?" Zhao Qingchuan continued to ask.

"Then I will be with Brother Qingchuan, isn't that enough?" Xiang Junyao's tone was very flat, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

"Go away, I don't want to see you." Zhao Qingchuan took a deep breath and ordered them to leave.

"Brother Qingchuan, it's not a good thing to make me angry now. I advise you to say it again." Xiang Junyao picked up a cup of tea and blew it to his lips.

"Okay, if you don't leave, I'll leave." Zhao Qingchuan said, turned around and walked towards the door.

Bang!

The teacup was crushed in Xiang Junyao's hands.

"Zhao Qingchuan."

Xiang Junyao spoke in a cold voice.

Zhao Qingchuan's hand that was pushing the door paused. He stayed where he was but did not look back.

"I told you I'll be by your side, what else do you want?" Xiang Junyao frowned.

When Zhao Qingchuan heard him say this, he closed his eyes and sneered.

Never mind. Why is he making trouble with a little kid?

Zhao Qingchuan is thirty years old this year, nine years older than Xiang Junyao. In his eyes, Xiang Junyao is just a kid who has just come of age.

"Xiang Junyao, let's break up and have no further contact with each other."

After saying this, Zhao Qingchuan opened the door and prepared to leave.

Before he could react, the door was quickly and forcefully closed again.

"Zhao Qingchuan, don't make me angry." Xiang Junyao pressed one hand on the door panel, trying hard to suppress his anger.

"Are you angry? What are you angry about? Did I beg you?" Zhao Qingchuan's anger was ignited again, "I beg you, just be angry, and then get out of here!"

Xiang Junyao pushed Zhao Qingchuan against the door, his eyes red, "I advised you, but you didn't listen, so don't blame me."

After saying this, he carried the man around the waist on his shoulders and walked towards the soft couch in the box.

"Let me go! Xiang Junyao, what are you doing?! Let me f*cking go!"

Zhao Qingchuan hit Xiang Junyao on the back, but he didn't react at all.

The couch was getting closer and closer. Zhao Qingchuan panicked and started to speak without thinking, "You just dislike me because I'm older than you, don't you? What else is there that you dare not say?"

"Oh, do I dislike your age?" Xiang Junyao sneered and threw him onto the couch. "Don't think I really don't dare to do anything to you."

"Xiang Junyao! What are you doing! Let me go! Xiang Junyao!"

"Brother Qingchuan, let me tell you, do I mind your age?" Xiang Junyao pulled his belt off, "I'm telling you, not only do I not mind you, I love you to death!"

"Here, this is a teahouse, let me go! Let me go!" Zhao Qingchuan stopped his hand in panic and tried to crawl backwards.

"Where do you want to run to, Brother Qingchuan?" Xiang Junyao pulled him back, "I advise you to be good, so you can suffer less later."

"Let me go." Zhao Qingchuan felt hopeless and had no strength to struggle, but he was still unforgiving.

"Brother Qingchuan, I have been patient for a long time, but you insisted on provoking me today." After Xiang Junyao said this, he kissed the mouth that was still cursing.

"Ah."

The room was soon filled with spring colors.

The shopkeeper who heard the unusual noise just now wanted to come up to see what was going on, and then he heard a faint sound coming from the boss's private box.

There was no other way, he could only guard the door diligently to prevent anyone from approaching the box.

It was not until a long time later, when the shopkeeper's feet were numb from standing, that the noise in the box stopped.

He sighed heavily and went downstairs.

Young people just don't know how to control themselves.

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