Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Lu Che also felt that his words were too harsh, but words spoken were like spilled water and could not be taken back.

He said nothing more, his face drooping again, and walked on silently. Tao Yao had no choice but to follow him silently, letting him walk ahead quickly and leave her far behind.

Tao Yao knew Lu Che was angry. Although he walked ahead, pretending to ignore her, he would always turn back every now and then to check on her, just to make sure she hadn't lost him.

Tao Yao saw all of this.

As the saying goes, enemies often meet again. When Lu Che and Tao Yao returned to the inn one after the other, they spotted a familiar figure sitting in a private room in the lobby from a distance.

The tall, slender figure leaned leisurely against a red-silk-cushioned bench, examining a newly painted folding fan in his hand. He wore a moon-white robe, his dark hair half cascading over his shoulders and the other half casually tied in a bun with a mahogany hairpin, looking quite plain.

It was Chu Huanjun.

Besides him, he was surrounded by a circle of beautiful girls dressed in bright colors. They all blushed as they looked at the handsome man half-reclining on a red silk armchair. Some of them hid their faces in secret, holding their round fans and half-covering their delicate faces, while others boldly approached and started to chat with him:

"Whose family is this young man from? I've never seen him before. Is he visiting Qingshui Town, or is he new here?"

"Oh, you're talking nonsense. This young man is handsome and talented. You can tell at a glance that he's a high-ranking official in the capital. He came to our rural town just to handle official business, of course."

"Sir, your fan is beautifully painted. I happen to have a new snow-white fan here. I wonder if you would be willing to write a beautiful painting on it for me?"

Some were even bolder and asked directly: "Young Master, you look so young. I wonder how old you are? Are you married? If you are single, would you consider me? If you are married, you can also consider me. I am willing to be your mistress..."

I didn't expect that the people in Qingshui Town were so simple and unrestrained. The words spoken by those girls were so corny that even Tao Yao couldn't stand it.

Chu Huanjun was seen sitting right in the middle of the bustling crowd, with an expression of "keep away from outsiders". The women around him tried to talk to him, but he turned a deaf ear and ignored any of them.

Seeing that Chu Huanjun was indifferent to their enthusiastic offer, the girls changed their tone.

"This young man is probably waiting for someone. Whose girl is he waiting for?"

"Isn't it possible that the young master is waiting for just a girl? The world is different now. Could it be that the person you are interested in is also a handsome man?"

"Whether it's a girl or a man, anyone who catches the eye of this young master must be a beauty of stunning beauty and talent."

Chu Huanjun held a teacup and counted the tea leaves in it fifty-seven times, bored and vain. The girls were right; he was indeed waiting for someone, but the person he was waiting for wasn't a handsome man or a stunning beauty, but Song Zhishou.

Just when Chu Huanjun was about to be annoyed by the girls around him and was about to explode in anger, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure floating past in the distance outside the crowd, and his mood immediately improved.

Lu Che's face darkened when he saw Chu Huanjun. To avoid conflict, Tao Yao pretended not to notice Chu Huanjun. Just as she was about to quickly walk around the hall, she heard Chu Huanjun call her name from behind.

Tao Yao pretended not to hear and walked forward, but the next second she suddenly felt a gust of wind beside her. Tao Yao was so scared that her whole body froze. When she came to her senses, she saw Song Zhishou sliding in front of her and bowing slowly to her.

"Miss Shi Er, long time no see. I'm sure you saw it just now. The prince is in trouble, please help."

People often laugh when they are extremely speechless. Tao Yao couldn't help but hold his forehead and smiled bitterly, asking knowingly: "What prince? What trouble?"

Lu Che was walking far ahead, but upon hearing Tao Yao's commotion, he immediately stopped and turned back to look. Tao Yao, standing behind Song Zhishou, gave Lu Che a sharp look, telling him that officials were present and signaling him to quickly return to his room and hide.

Tao Yao was originally worried that Lu Che would not listen to her advice, but Lu Che turned around and walked into the room without even giving her a glance.

It seems that Lu Che's anger will not subside for a while.

Tao Yao breathed a sigh of relief—because Lu Che was at least safe. But she had to breathe a sigh of relief again—because she was doomed.

"Oh, Miss Shi Er, don't pretend to be confused. The prince has helped you a lot, so you should help him this time..."

Without saying anything, Song Zhishou pushed Tao Yao quickly to the red silk cushioned bench. Tao Yao didn't dare to turn around to look at the person sitting on the chair. Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her waist and was strongly pulled down to sit.

For a moment, the familiar fragrance of pine wood penetrated into her nostrils. Tao Yao's body softened and she fell on Chu Huanjun's thighs. When she raised her eyes, she saw Chu Huanjun's snow-white face.

Chu Huanjun stuffed a cherry into Taoyao's mouth, his eyes curved with a smile. He scratched her nose lovingly and said with a soft smile, "Yaoyao, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Tao Yao had no idea what Chu Huanjun was up to, so she could only stare blankly at his gracefully curved jaw as he bit the cherry into pieces - the cherry was very sour and dry, and tasted terrible. She wondered if Chu Huanjun was deliberately trying to make fun of her.

Tao Yao's face turned blue from the sourness of the cherries, but she forced herself to swallow the bitter flesh, enduring the pain. The next moment, a fragrant breeze suddenly blew across her face. It was Chu Huanjun holding a folding fan open at his side.

Before she could react, Chu Huanjun came close to her with a smile and kissed her unexpectedly on the lips.

Tao Yao subconsciously tried to dodge, but Chu Huanjun firmly grabbed the back of her head. This time, he didn't hold back, and used his tongue to pry open her tongue, hooking the cherry shell off her tongue and sucking hard on her lips arrogantly, as if deliberately seeking revenge.

After retracting the fan, Chu Huanjun reluctantly let go of Tao Yao's lips. He casually grabbed a teacup and spat the cherry shells into the cup. Then, he gently pushed a strand of Tao Yao's hair behind her ear, his movements filled with tenderness and ambiguity.

"Yaoyao, this shell is poisonous and cannot be eaten."

Chu Huanjun's smile seemed pure and harmless, like a living bodhisattva who never lost his temper and only did good deeds. They say that appearance reflects the heart, but this principle didn't apply to Chu Huanjun.