Advise you not to be arrogant

Jiang Shu stared at him dumbfounded, wondering if Lin An was so shameless when he was young?

Could it be that he used the tricks he used to tease little girls in northern Xinjiang on himself?

Thinking of this, Jiang Shu straightened his mouth and looked at Lin An blankly.

Seeing that Jiang Shu remained silent for a long time, he frowned in disgust, "Are you serious?"

"Stop disgusting Benhou, you don't hang out in front of Benhou in the future, and Benhou will forgive you."

Jiang Shu thought it was absolutely impossible, secretly made up his mind, slowly moved his butt towards him, and said tentatively, "Forgive me just by kissing you?"

Lin An angrily smiled back, "What's the matter, do you have to ask me to forgive you?"

"Yeah." Jiang Shu nodded to him sincerely.

It's not enough just to kiss.

The groom, who was instructed by the old eunuch, returned to the carriage and knocked on the edge of the door, "You two sit down, and the slave will leave the palace now."

The carriage drove smoothly, and Jiang Shu sat beside Lin An, and asked, "If I kiss you, will you forget the villain?"

His wet eyes made the little deer in Lin An's heart be bumping and bumping in disbelief.

Lin An pretended to be impatient and turned her head, "Can you stop being so disgusting and stay away from me..."

There was a moist touch on the left side of his face, as if a white cloud was gently brushing past, making him feel as if a hundred claws were scratching his heart.

A kiss is for you to kiss "mouth", not "kiss"!

The wet lips parted as soon as they were touched, leaving an itch. Lin An's eyes were bloodshot, and he gave him a fierce look, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "The Marquis forgives you!"

Jiang Shu was inexplicably stared at by him. You said you wanted to kiss, but you were not happy when I kissed you?

Little kid is so hard to coax!

Along the way, the two were sulking at each other, without saying a word.

While Jiang Shu despised himself for being as knowledgeable as a kid, he felt melancholy that after more than ten years, Lin An would die.

He didn't want Lin An to die, and he didn't want him to go to war.