Quick Wear: Crazy little ancestor always wants to make the boss cry

Chapter 190 Four Villains Crematorium 22
Looking at Sang Yu getting in, the coachman thought to himself: It's terrible, it's terrible, someone is going to die!
The prince is now 25 years old. For some reason, he has never married a wife or taken a concubine.

Before, many women flocked to him, but he avoided them all.

Because of Sang Yu's habit of breaking sleeves, the national style of Sang Yun Kingdom gradually opened up, and those men who have the habit of breaking sleeves no longer hide it.

Previously, several young masters saw that Sang Yu had never married and thought that he also had that kind of habit, so they tried to get close to him, but there was only one end - death.

Sang Yu doesn't seem to like women, nor men.

He is like an ascetic monk who has no interest in anyone.

He never liked others getting too close to him, let alone riding in the same carriage.

He was also ordered not to allow anyone near his carriage.

But the other party was the emperor, so he didn't dare to stop him.

It's really embarrassing.

The coachman thought this way, and was worried that Sang Yu would throw Sang Yu down. In that case, everyone in the Regent's Palace would be implicated, and he would have to think carefully about how to escape...

The driver waited for a long time, but instead of waiting for Sang Yu to throw Sang Yu down, he waited for a word from Sang Yu.

"Let's go."

The coachman looked inside and saw that the curtains were tightly covered and could not see anything.

It’s weird.

At this time, in the carriage, Sang Yu propped up her small face and looked at Sang Yu with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Emperor, for giving me a ride." She blinked and moved closer to him, "I still have a question that I haven't been able to find the answer to. I hope Uncle Emperor can help solve it."

The carriage was not very bright, and the shimmering light seeping through the window panes made Sang Yu's face look a bit eerie.

Sang Yu, who still wanted to get closer, was cowardly for no reason. She backed away and didn't speak for a while.

If he hadn't wanted to find out why she had changed so much, Sang Yu would not have left her in the carriage.

"What's the problem?" he said quietly.

There was tea on the small table in the middle of the carriage, and he rolled up his sleeves to pour tea.

Looking over from Sang Yu's line of sight, he happened to see his crow-feather-like long eyelashes drooping slightly in front of him, covering his cold and deep black pupils.

Different from the cold white clothes seen before, Sang Yu at this moment is wearing a dark big gold embroidered python robe, which has another calm and cold temperament.

However, no matter how cold his temperament was, it was hard to hide his exquisite and gorgeous face.

The brow bones are sharp but not sharp, and the long eyelashes that hang slightly soften his gloomy and cold temperament a bit, and the crimson lips have a vaguely seductive meaning.

Look at his fingers again.

Thin, the joints are very obvious, the nails are light pink, the skin is cold and white, but there is a faint sense of sickness.

Holding the dark blue teapot on his white fingertips, he poured a cup of tea with ease. He raised the cup and looked over.

Fascinated by his beauty at the moment, Sang Yu was looking straight at him: "..." Embarrassed.

Sang Yu turned her eyes away, maybe the weather was too hot, and she suddenly felt a little dry.

She leaned over and poured herself a cup of tea, which relieved her a bit.

Holding the teacup, Sang Yu stared at him seriously, and asked slowly: "Uncle Huang, why have you never seen you smile?"

Sang Yu: ...

"Uncle Emperor, just smile. You must look good when you smile."

Listening to Sang Yu's rambling words, Sang Yu slightly raised his slender eyelashes, revealing his dark and cold eyes and looking at her with an expressionless face.

(End of this chapter)