The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

This is what Xie Anning thought.

She looked at the man in front of her who was much younger than she remembered, her mind full of thoughts.

That look made Ishihara Qing stiffen all over, and he almost thought that she had seen through his unknown thoughts.

He pulled his lips together with difficulty and explained, "These past few years, I've been busy studying for the imperial examinations, and it's inevitable that I've neglected my lifelong affairs."

He talked about how he had changed over the past decade.

For example, a young man who never lets go of his gun can be transformed into a scholar who can concentrate on reading and write beautiful articles.

For example, he rose to prominence, but was also exiled from Beijing.

For example, his two elder brothers already had wives and children, so he did not have the responsibility of continuing the family line, and he just wanted to find someone he liked in marriage.

He was unwilling to compromise.

What he wants to pursue is harmonious marriage and unity between husband and wife.

None of them are stupid.

Xie Anning naturally understood the implicit meaning of the words.

Compared to his previous life, he was more secretive in revealing his feelings in this life.

When they met again in their previous life, she had already divorced and returned home.

And now...

Xie An Ning sighed softly, suppressing the sudden sense of melancholy in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.

She turned her head sharply.

Behind him, on the corridor not far from the pavilion, Wang Shaofu arrived at some point.

He stood there quietly, holding a lantern with a picture of Chang'e flying to the moon.

He was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, and had a slender and extremely thin figure. As the autumn night wind blew, he looked like a banished immortal, looking extremely cold.

Only those eyes, filled with ice, were fixed on the two of them.

Xie Anning was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up, "Bo Jin?"

The man standing there did not move or say a word.

The atmosphere was a little tense.

"Sister?" Ishihara Qing also stood up, "I..."

"Be quiet," Xie An Ning turned his head to look at him and said, "Don't follow me." Then he walked towards the corridor.

This is the royal palace.

Although she didn't think it was a big deal to say a few words to Ishihara Qing outdoors, Wang Shaofu was no longer the kind-hearted, gentle and elegant young man he used to be.

...He is paranoid and a little crazy.

Especially Ishihara Kyo, he was the deepest thorn in his heart.

Don't even touch it.

His sanity would be on the verge of collapse at the slightest disturbance.

In just a few steps, Xie Anning had already thought of what to say.

When he walked up to him and was about to explain, Wang Shaofu moved.

He raised his hand, held her chin, and his slightly cool fingertips just touched her lips.

After stroking her gently for a while, he said, "It's a cold autumn night, and the banquet is over. Will you come home with me, Madam?"

The hand on her jaw was clenched tightly, and the fingertips on her lips did not move away. Xie An Ning even suspected that if she opened her mouth to speak, he would be able to put his fingers in.

So, she just nodded slightly and said "hmm".

...going home.

The force on his jaw suddenly loosened, and then his lower back tightened, and he was hugged by the person in front of him.

It was a very light hug, but the person behind him was Qing Ishihara.

Xie Anning felt somewhat uncomfortable, so he reached out and pushed it away.

Wang Shaofu took a half step back, lightly put his arm around her waist, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked over her shoulder at Ishihara Qing who was still in the pavilion.

The two men's eyes met in the air.

His eyes were too dark and cold, as if filled with endless murderous intent.

Ishihara Qing naturally captured it.

He frowned slightly, not understanding why Wang Shaofu was so murderous.

After all, he and Xie An Ning did not do anything inappropriate. They just happened to meet and exchanged a few words.

The current atmosphere is open-minded. Not to mention the friendship they had in their childhood, even if the wives of colleagues meet, it is common for them to exchange a few words of greeting.

Even if his hidden thoughts were discovered, his first reaction would be rage because he loved his wife like a treasure and would not allow anyone to see her.

He would not directly intend to kill a third-rank official in the court.

Xie Anning was unaware of the exchange of glances between the two men, but she could feel the violent aura lingering around the man in front of her.

She gently tugged at his sleeve, "Bojin?"

Wang Shaofu lowered his eyes.

In the night, those eyes were scarlet.

Xie Anning was stunned, his heart suddenly tightened, and he stammered, "Are we going back?"

Of course I have to go back.

Wang Shaofu held her wrist tightly, pulled her and turned away.

From beginning to end, he did not say a single polite word to Ishihara Nobu, his colleague who served in the same court.

They have already tacitly torn their relations apart.

And Ishihara Qing only met Xie An Ning twice.

He was shocked and surprised at the same time.

I can't believe that Wang Shaofu is so sharp.

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The autumn wind is blowing wildly, and it seems that the weather is about to change.

Xie Anning walked a few steps and didn't see his daughter, so he couldn't help but ask him, "Where's Wan'er?"

"Follow behind."

Behind...

Xie Anning wanted to wait for her daughter, but she felt her waist tightened and was carried directly into the car.

The wheel rolled slowly. Wang Shaofu held her on his lap, one hand around her waist, the other holding the teapot. He poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of her. Seeing her unhappy expression, he said softly, "Don't worry, she is my daughter too."

You can't really just leave him in the palace.

Xie An Ning pursed her lips slightly, as if she was trying to compete, and did not say anything.

Wang Shaofu lowered his head and moved closer, wanting to see her expression, but he smelled the strong aroma of wine.

The already cold eyes turned even colder. "Drink with him under the moon?"