The emperor's teacher (13)_1

Before she could finish her sentence, young master Zhao became anxious. I'm not young anymore. I'm the same age as the princess!

After saying this, he stuffed something into Chu yanhuan's hands and ran away, blushing.

The young girl was dumbfounded. She looked at the thing in her hand.

It was an exquisitely made hairpin with a small Fox carved on it. It was very lively and looked very cute.

Chu yanhuan laughed and shook her head. She kept the hairpin in her sleeve and walked around the rockery. She met someone.

And it was a half-acquaintance.

Shen Qingyu.

The young man had a slender figure and extremely fair skin. His eyes were extremely dark and deep, his lips were slightly light, and his brows were light, making him look even more cold.

It was early spring now, and the air of winter had not completely faded. He was wearing a dark coat, and he seemed to be a little afraid of the cold.

She looked like a sick beauty.