She was only sixteen, much younger than her cousin.

Shaoyin raised her eyes, tilted her head slightly, looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, "Don't be obsessed? The days are still long? You want me to take care of me and like you?"

She asked so neatly that Zhao Yuanci stopped talking for a while: "You, me, this..."

He faced her with a clear black and white, Qing Lingling's eyes, a little embarrassed for no reason!

When did he say that?

He just kindly persuaded her not to suffer, the days like that would never end, no matter what, she couldn't immerse herself in it, otherwise it would be hard to endure it year after year.

However, he couldn't help thinking again that what she just asked was not unreasonable. She has already married him and became his wife. If she is no longer obsessed with the man in the painting, isn't she the only way to like him?

Looking at the figure standing in front of her beautifully, she blinked her eyes slightly, waiting for his answer curiously. The throat moved, Zhao Yuanci clenched his fist slightly, and then said with a half-smile, "Isn't it supposed to be?"

As his wife, shouldn't she like him?

Zhao Yuanci couldn't help but think, if that's the case, that's fine. She planted a heart on him, and after a long time, it is impossible to say that he will be freed from the sea of ​​suffering.

In the future, their husband and wife Qin, Se and Ming will both come out of the wrong path, which is not a bad thing!

However, Shaoyin snorted softly, raised his head and said, "No! You don't like me, you have someone else in your heart, so I don't like you!"

Zhao Yuanci looked at her round and small jaw, and felt that she was childish. A few smiles could not help but burst into his eyes. He cleared his throat and said, "Then, what if I like you?"

"No!" Shaoyin shook his head decisively, and said without thinking, "You are better off without him!"

Zhao Yuanci's face darkened, and he lost interest in teasing her. She refused without even thinking, as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head, which made him lose all interest. With a handsome face that was extremely ugly, he snorted coldly and said, "How can you compare to her!"

Is he inferior to that person? How could she compare to her cousin!

"If you can't compare, you can't compare." Shaoyin didn't care about the tunnel, he didn't mind at all, and when he turned his toes, he flew away like a butterfly.

Leaving Zhao Yuanci to sit on the edge of the kang by herself, her chest was tight, and she only felt that she was a loser—she didn't mind being worse than others, but he did.

He is not as free and easy as a woman!

The next day was the day when Shaoyin returned home.

Zhao Yuan resigned to accompany her.

The Zhu family is a prominent family in the capital, and their ancestors had many high officials, and the grandfather of Zhu Xueyin's family also once worshipped Shangshu. Zhao Yuanci was able to marry her, but he could only say that he was quite outstanding, and the Zhu family was quite optimistic about his future.

Not much to mention today. But it was Shaoyin who met the female relatives at home and said something, while Zhao Yuanci had a drink with his father-in-law, brother-in-law, brother-in-law, etc.

It is worth mentioning that Zhao Yuanci wanted to find out the identity of the man in the painting.

His wife was a boudoir girl. Before she left the court, there were only a few men she could see. They were nothing more than cousins ​​like him, or classmates and friends of her brothers.

However, the words are not good. How could he pretend to ask casually, so as not to make his brother-in-law and brother-in-law suspicious? After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanci didn't think of a good excuse, so he could only give up.

After the meal, the two went back in a carriage.

Shaoyin sat in the carriage, leaning against the wall of the carriage, resting his cheeks in one hand, swaying as the carriage moved.

She also ate a few glasses of wine, her eyes were hazy, lazy, and drunk, like a sleepy cat.

Occasionally, the curtains of the car were rolled, and a few rays of light came in and fell on her face. She saw that her cheeks were like rouge, and they were bright red. Although it can't be said to be a great beauty, she is also vivid and moving.

"Who is that person?" Zhao Yuanci leaned over and asked in a low voice.

To say how curious he was, it wasn't. However, the carriage was quiet and boring, and he was looking for someone to talk to, just to pass the time. Besides, she was a little drunk at the moment, maybe she wasn't careful, so she was asked by him?

With this idea in mind, Zhao Yuanci came over to make a cliché. However, Shaoyin didn't seem to hear, not only did he not respond, but he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"You know mine, but I don't know yours, it's not fair." Zhao Yuanci said again.

When Hui Hui heard this, he couldn't help but be happy: "Yo! How do you say something? When a man is curious about a woman, he is in danger."

Curiosity is the beginning of all relationships.

Zhao Yuanci was so curious about the person in her heart, who was...

"You think too much." Shaoyin said disapprovingly, "He is a serious male partner, the kind who is lonely and grows old. There is only one heroine in his heart. Asking me is just curious."

"..." Gray.

boring.

It pursed its lips and stopped talking.

When Zhao Yuanci asked, he saw that his wife had not moved, so he couldn't help shaking her arm.

Shaoyin lifted her eyelids and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"I'll ask you something." Zhao Yuan said.

To say that she didn't hear clearly, Zhao Yuan would not believe it. She was not asleep at all, her eyes were half-open, and he could see clearly.

"If you ask me, I will tell you?" she said.

Sure enough, she heard it.

Zhao Yuanci was angry and funny, and couldn't help but say, "What's the matter?"

"Don't tell me." Shaoyin said, snorted softly, and closed his eyes again, "I found it based on my ability, and you can also inquire if you have the ability."

Zhao Yuanci suddenly choked up, and asked again, but refused.

Flicking his sleeves: "Who loves to know?"

I sat in the opposite direction and didn't talk to her again.

However, whether he wanted to know or not, only he himself understood.