After my inner voice was exposed, I made the tyrant cry anxiously

Chapter 7 Annoying Song Qianfan

Su Juan followed Song Qianfan into the garden. There were many people in the garden. They were all young ladies from prominent families in Beijing. They all showed their kindness to Song Qianfan. Many people looked at Su Juan and didn't know why. Such a good life, marriage granted by the Holy Spirit.

Song Qianfan nodded, looking around the crowd, and finally landed on a few people in the pavilion not far away, and immediately strode towards them.

There is a painting on the stone table of the pavilion, and there are two poems on it. A man and a woman are talking about it, and another one is sleeping next to it, with a fan covering his face.

When I saw Liu Miaoqing again, she was still wearing the green clothes she was used to wearing. Her face was as crystal clear as jade, like a fairy who had emerged from the earth, elegant and refined.

Seeing Song Qianfan in the pavilion, the two took a step back and said, "Your Majesty."

Song Qianfan nodded slightly and walked to the stone table. His eyes fell on the painting on the table. Liao Liao outlined the charm of the bamboo with just a few strokes. It was obvious that the painting skills were exquisite and could barely compare with him.

I caught a glimpse of the two lines of poetry at the bottom, with the inscription: Miao Qing.

Liu Miaoqing was very good at painting, and everyone in the capital knew about it.

He shook his fan with a proud smile and affectionate eyes, "Sister Miaoqing, your bamboo painting is very good. I like it very much. I wonder if you can give this painting to me?"

As soon as these words came out, several people's eyes met, and finally they all fell on the painting on the stone table, and no one said anything.

[Laughing. I'm rich. I like Miss Liu, but I can't recognize that it's not her painting. I still want to marry her. How dare Song Qianfan do it? 】

Song Qianfan's smile suddenly froze on his face.

This painting is clearly inscribed with Miao Qing's name. If it wasn't Liu Miaoqing who painted it, who else could it be?

At this time, Song Qianfan regretted that he should not have been soft-hearted and brought Su Juan into the garden, disturbing his own good deeds.

Su Juan looked at the painting on the table. It was clearly painted by Liu Xuan. The style of painting was completely different from that of Liu Miaoqing. Only two lines of poems were written by Liu Miaoqing. With Song Qianfan's talent, he should not be able to recognize that the painting in front of him was the same as Liu Miaoqing's. The difference in the style of painting in daily life.

It seems that he just said that he likes her and didn't pay any attention to her daily affairs.

Liu Miaoqing's red lips parted slightly, "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. This painting was made by Mr. Liu. Miaoqing only helped write two lines of poems. If Your Majesty likes it, why not ask Mr. Liu?"

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Liu Xuan, who was dressed in white next to him, responded with a clear voice, "Although I painted it, the poem was written with the help of Miss Liu. It is Liu Xuan's luck that the Crown Prince has not given up on it. Today I will give this painting to the Crown Prince."

The two of them were talking one sentence after another, and Song Qianfan's face was particularly ugly.

[Liu Xuan really thought that Song Qianfan wanted it just to appreciate his painting. How could this child be so simple and upright? 】

[What a pity, I can’t see Song Qianfan’s stinky face. He must be so angry now. He praised the wrong person and expressed the wrong feelings. He didn’t even dare to write it like this in the play! 】

Liu Miaoqing could hear Su Juan's heartfelt voice, with complicated eyes as she looked at Su Juan whose figure was half covered behind Song Qianfan. He didn't expect that this girl Su was so sincere.

Song Qianfan looked extremely ugly, but he tolerated it and smiled, "Thank you Brother Liu for the gift."

[Listening to this sound, I am afraid everyone is gritting their teeth. 】

Liu Xuan, who couldn't hear the Su family's thoughts, only thought that Song Qianfan really wanted this painting, "Your Majesty, you're welcome."

He had an upright posture and a warm and peaceful smile on his face when he spoke.

Liu Miaoqing looked at the painting on the table, but she felt regretful that it had fallen into the hands of someone who didn't know how to appreciate it.

The Su family couldn't help but think of the previous two restarts. Taifu Liu was harmed by a traitor and the Liu family was raided. Although the injustice was finally redressed, Liu Xuan was the only one left in the Liu family. After such an encounter, he could still retain his original state of mind. When the Jin Dynasty was in danger, he entered the military camp and died fighting for his family and country.

Previously, I thought this man was stupid and stubborn. In troubled times, he should act wisely and protect himself.

But now that she met the real person, Su Juan could not help but sigh, "With sincerity, elegance and integrity, this Liu Xuan is the real gentleman." 】

She blinked. Liu Miaoqing did have good eyesight. [With this kind of character, even if there are ten Song Qianfans, no matter how talented they are, they can't compare to one Liu Xuan. 】

Hearing this, Song Qianfan's face became even more foul-smelling, and her forehead twitched. Because of what happened just now, there was a suffocation in her chest. Su Juan, this woman, is really superficial and wanton. Even a man is staring at her like this. She will also Compare yourself with Liu Xuan.

This woman must have an eye problem!

Liu Miaoqing's eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry, wanting to know what this girl Su looked like.

Just now, I just listened to what she said in her heart and thought she was a straightforward and lovely girl. Now I found out that Su Juan praised Liu Xuan so much, and I also felt that she should be a simple-minded, especially upright girl.

Finally, Song Qianfan stepped forward to collect the painting, and the eyes of Su Juan and Liu Miaoqing met. Su Juan narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his eyes did not hide his appreciation for Liu Miaoqing's appearance.

Liu Miaoqing felt a little embarrassed by such a naked gaze. She curved her lips and smiled, then looked away, feeling a little more sorry for Su Juan, whom she had met for the first time.

【Fuck!Did Liu Miaoqing smile at me just now? 】

[God, she looks so pretty when she smiles. My little heart is pounding so hard I can’t control it anymore. Help.]

Song Qianfan's face turned dark, and he turned to look at Su Juan, who was pretending to be calm. This woman was indeed superficial, and she could be so distracted by a woman.

Liu Miaoqing, who had never been praised so intuitively, didn't know how to react.

[No wonder Song Qianfan is thinking about him day and night. I originally thought he was just thinking about the Liu family and wanted to win over Zhongshu Ling to build momentum for him so that... well. 】

[It seems that I really like it. 】

Song Qianfan's face suddenly turned cold, and the veins in the hand that was holding the scroll bulged. He felt that the success in his heart was revealed to the public by the Su family, and the desire to kill the Su family rose again along with the anxiety.

He looked around and saw that no one was looking here. Apparently no one heard these words except Liu Miaoqing. Even if the female class heard this, they would not understand.

Song Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Miaoqing pretended not to understand and looked as usual.

Someone chuckled, attracting everyone's attention, and Su Juan also looked over.

I saw the man who was sleeping in the pavilion took off the fan covering his face, a low laugh escaped from his throat, and a mole of tears was clearly visible at the corner of his slightly drooped eyes. At this moment, he looked past the people in front of him. It fell on Su Juan who tried his best to minimize his presence.

[I didn’t expect that this little ancestor would still have time to visit the flower house. 】

Xie Xun stood up and walked over, smiling slightly and looking at the little girl who had just slandered everyone in the room. She actually knew who she was.

Song Qianfan didn't expect Xie Xun to be here all the time. He frowned and stared at him with vigilant eyes. Seeing his reaction, he probably listened to all the words Su Juan just said.

There have been three queens from the Xie family in Duke Ping's palace. The current queen is Xie Xun's aunt. Xie Xun's father, Duke Ping, holds military power. The Xie family is powerful and the head of a noble family in the capital. It is a pity that Xie Xun is the only son of the Xie family. , not thinking about making progress all day long, a real playboy.

She was dressed in bright clothes every day and was particularly ostentatious, so when she entered the pavilion, Su Juan recognized at a glance that the person lying there sleeping with his face covered was Xie Xun.

But Song Qianfan didn't even pay attention to Liu Miaoqing, whom he liked, let alone pay attention to the daily clothes of a playboy he didn't like.

Su Juan blinked: [Why is Song Qianfan staring at Xie Xun like this? He shouldn't be able to do it]

Several people's eyes were fixed on Su Juan again.

Song Qianfan couldn't help but tighten her body. Could it be that she knew what she had in mind...

[Could he like Xie Xun? ? 】

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