Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"Surprised?"

Jiyue looked at the two Xue brothers and asked.

Xue Yan smiled and said: "I'm not surprised, just a little surprised."

Xue Yun closed his mouth and said with a dry smile: "I thought my eldest brother was the only one who liked men."

As soon as he said these words, the people around him fell silent for an instant.

Xue Yan's face turned pale and red, red and white again.

No matter where the broken sleeves are placed, they will be criticized. His younger brother is good at telling the secret that he has hidden for nearly a hundred years in one sentence.

Seeing his eldest brother's expression, Xue Yun realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing.

He looked at Xue Yan and shouted cautiously: "Brother..."

Xue Yan said coldly: "Don't you still have guests?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I still have guests, so I won't stay any longer. Haha, everyone, take your leave!"

After Xue Yun left the room, he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap himself in the mouth.

He really didn't mean it, but it was rare to see someone with the same hobby as his elder brother, and he couldn't help but feel happy for him, so he spat out the words without thinking.

As soon as Xue Yun left, the room fell into silence again.

"Ahem -" Xue Yan coughed lightly and laughed when he heard the sound: "Yun'er is always straightforward when he speaks. He is just talking nonsense. Don't believe it."

Ji Yue chuckled lightly and said, "Young master Xue Yan, you don't have to be like this. Cutting off your sleeves is not a shameful thing."

The smile on Xue Yan's lips froze, and he remained silent and stopped talking.

The prince smiled and said: "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to ask the imperial master. I will go over first."

After hearing what he said, everyone hurriedly made excuses and slipped back to the private room next door.

Even Lu Xuefei was carried back to the next room by Tang Qingyu.

Suddenly, the original five people and Bei Ming were left in the private room.

Gu Panxia and Lu Yuan looked at each other, and when they were worried about finding an excuse to leave, they heard Xue Yan say: "I always thought this was a kind of disease, which is invisible to people and cannot be seen in the light. I am afraid that people will know, so I dare not say anything, so I can only Hide and tuck."

Ji Yue said: "When did you discover that you... uh, have that tendency?"

"It was probably when I was one hundred and seventy years old. At that time, my family arranged a marriage for me. I met that girl on the street. She was a stunning beauty, kind, sensible, gentle and generous. She was The person in many men’s dreams.

It's a pity that after I met her, I didn't have the slightest intention of marrying her. Not only that, except for my mother, I would feel uncomfortable whenever I was even slightly close to a woman. On the contrary, I felt very uncomfortable when chatting with a man. At ease; leisurely. "

He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Yue and said, "It was from that moment on that I realized something was wrong with me."

Ji Yue pondered: "Then...do you have that kind of intention towards men?"

"In that aspect?" Xue Yan was puzzled.

Ji Yue coughed lightly and explained, "It's just that I have the urge to get closer."

Xue Yan's face turned slightly red, and he shook his head in embarrassment: "That's not true!"

"In that case, how do you conclude that you like a man? Maybe... you are not Duanxiu at all, but you just haven't met the person you like yet?"

Xue Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I hope so too!"

Ji Yue glanced at Mu Qing, who was drinking tea silently and listening, with a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

"Then...Master Xue Yan, what do you think of our Mu Qing?"

"Pfft - cough cough -"

The tea in Mu Qing's mouth spurted out before she could swallow it.