章 75: The emperor's teacher (14)_1

Chen Qingyu looked at her deeply, and then her lips slowly curved into a smile.

"Naturally, it has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, he pulled up his sleeves and returned to his usual calm self. His dark eyes flickered as he cupped his hands at Chu yanhuan. please forgive me for my rudeness, Princess.

Every word and sentence seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The beautiful girl glared at him, turned around, and ran away as if she was avoiding something terrifying.

Chu yanhuan was walking in a hurry, and something fell out of her sleeve.

Shen Qingyu bent down to pick it up.

It was a hairpin, carved out of fine white jade in the shape of a little fox. It was a gift from young master Zhao.

Shen Qingyu's slender and white fingers exerted a little force and crushed it.

The young man's dark eyes deepened, and his light-colored lips were slightly pale.

He curled his lips. it has nothing to do with me? "