The black-bellied prince is all over the city

That day, the imperial capital Lingyuan was covered with snow and fog.There were not many pedestrians on the street in the snow and fog.But there were two sedan chairs that bumped into each other not so coincidentally.

Then one side cursed: "Do you know who you bumped into? Why don't you get out of the sedan chair and kneel down immediately, and apologize to the prince!"

There were a few clatters on the other side, and the four bearers knelt down in unison, shouting: "You little man, please forgive me, my lord!"

However, there was no movement in the sedan chair.

"Could it be that you carried a dead man?" The other side asked again in disgust.

"No, it's not a dead person, it's... the number one luthier in Yunguo, Qingcheng." A bearer answered tremblingly.

The man in fine clothes seemed unable to stand the noise outside, he walked out of the sedan chair, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he smiled coldly, "I want to see what kind of person is worthy of the word Qingcheng."

He walked over a few steps, and the bearer who was kneeling in front of the sedan chair hurriedly rolled aside, hoping that he would not be dragged by the people in the sedan chair.

His slender fingers poked out from the fox fur, put it on the edge of the sedan chair curtain, and lifted it up with some hesitation, finally the person in the sedan chair appeared in front of his eyes.

Murong Xiye was stunned for a moment, unable to take his gaze away from the thin-looking young man in the sedan chair for a long time.He held the stove in one hand, rested his chin on the other, rested his elbows on the window eaves, and fell asleep.The skin was so white that it was transparent, matched with the blush brought by the warmth in the sedan chair, the cherry-colored lips were slightly parted, outlining a smile, as if dreaming of something sweet.The eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, making him wonder what color his eyes should be to match this face.Ru Mo's long hair was tied casually with a ribbon, and a few unruly strands fell onto his forehead.

Murong Xiye out of nowhere reached out his hand to brush it away for him, but unexpectedly, the moment his cold fingers touched the boy's skin, the boy frowned, and the smile that was on the corner of his mouth just now disappeared.

A moment of loss.Xi Ye put down the car curtain calmly, walked up to the terrified porter, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Luo... Luoyan Pavilion."

It turned out to be the largest Goulan wine shop in the imperial capital. "Xu San, move the sedan chair and let them go first."

"My lord?"

"Do as I say!" Afraid of disturbing the sleeping beauty, he said in a low voice, with anger already in his tone.Naturally, Xu San didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly asked the servants to move the sedan chair to one side.Watching the bearers who were as dumbfounded as him lift up their sedan chairs, they hurried away without daring to look back.

What kind of alluring posture can make the prince lose his mind like that?

Murong Xiye straightened his clothes and got back into the sedan chair, already thinking about where he would go at night.

The situation in Yun Country is so volatile, how can these pleasure-seekers feel it.

As soon as he entered Luoyan Pavilion, there was a pungent smell of powder and wine mixed together.Xi Ye settled down in the reserved wing room, and the performance stage was opposite.

The number one luthier in Yunguo.Such a name is not small.And with that face.It is really a big challenge for myself to show up in public and attract bees and butterflies.Xi Ye's eagle-like sharp eyes glanced out indifferently.

The qin has been set up, but people are still refusing to come out.How can my patience tolerate such a waste of time!Standing up and waiting for Xingshi to question him, unexpectedly a seemingly weak figure suddenly landed in his box.

"Excuse me." The soft voice brushed his ears, and Xi Ye's heart moved again inexplicably.Without thinking too much, he knew who the person in front of him was.But before he could say hello, Qingcheng took a step, and his lithe figure was already flitted out.

Everyone in Luoyan Pavilion was deeply attracted by the sudden appearance of "Flying Immortal", bursting into bursts of applause.At this moment, Qingcheng sat down in front of the piano, and stretched out a finger to signal everyone to settle down.

Then, he brushed the strings.

The number one luthier is just a false name.Xi Ye squinted, staring obsessively at the people on stage.After seeing that face, who would want to listen to his music?Unconsciously, a smile spread on his lips, and he drank the wine on the table in one gulp.

He has decided.This person is his own.No one can take it away.

I don't know if the person on the other side is satisfied with his decision?

Before the melody was finished, Qingcheng stood up suddenly, holding the Fangqin in her arms with her right hand, while her left hand was still flicking on the strings, and the sound of the piano continued.He gave everyone an alluring smile, then flew up again with his kiss in his arms, and... fell back into the wing where Murong Xiye was.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his face, and his hair was sticking to his cheeks.He raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Xi Ye.

There is no chaos in favor or disgrace, and the waves are calm.That's the way to describe it.

Xi Ye was finally able to meet his eyes.Outside the black pupils is a circle of light purple, which is extremely breathtaking.The cherry-colored lips are even more alluring at this moment.

"Excuse me again." He bowed his body, tightened his grip on the baby Qin in his arms, and prepared to go out from the door.

"Just leave like this?" Murong Xiye frowned, revealing a bit of displeasure.

"I've... apologized." At first, Qingcheng didn't think that she would be embarrassed by this "serious" person in a fancy dress.Most of the wealthy people are like this, no matter how exquisite the clothes and appearance are, they can't hide a rotten heart.

"What happened in the morning? What do you say?" Murong Xiye moved behind the other party, deliberately bent down and blew his breath up to his neck, felt Qingcheng's figure tremble, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"This morning... I didn't encounter any trouble." Qingcheng bit her lip, and decided to quibble first.

"You didn't fall asleep, did you. You actually closed your eyes hastily when the king opened the car curtain, right? Otherwise, why would your eyelashes tremble so violently?"

Qingcheng took two steps forward, turned around, and looked at Murong Xiye. The flush on his face from the performance just now was more obvious now.But the strange thing is that his eyes are still peaceful, which makes Murong Xiye unable to cherish. "So what! It's snowing and foggy, and it's very common that you can't see the road clearly. If I say a little bit, I can be courteous to you. It's your servant who bullied you first. It's not my fault, so I have no reason to complain to you." You apologize." Qingcheng finished speaking in one breath, and the sweat in her palms left marks on the body of the piano.He pursed his cherry lips together.His gaze fell directly on Murong Xiye.

Murong Xiye dare not admit how much he likes those eyes, wishing to be stared at by them all the time.What he said just now was bold enough, and he didn't care about the identity of the person in front of him at all.He is a prince.As long as he goes out and asks casually, he will know how much blood is stained on his hands.

But Qingcheng won't care, right?

Because, he is already my Allure.