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No matter how eloquent Luo Wener is, she can only open her mouth to make fun of them and run to the wing with a red face.
As soon as she entered the door, she looked at thousands of ink jade-like eyes, as she had seen before, and found that his posture did not seem to have changed.
"Why are you still here?" She turned her eyes uncomportedly.
"Mrs. Yun? This is a good title." He looked at her fixedly, in a faint tone, but it seemed that there was something indescribable.
She just picked up a purse. Hearing the words, she still put it on the tray: "Mo Xi, what's wrong with you today?"
Suddenly, he smiled back at him and said narrowly: "Are you also the admirer of Princess Huyang, but 'the bride is married, and the groom is not me', so you are depressed?"
Hu Lun took a meaningful look at the master and silently exited the door.
Qian Yumo stood up and walked behind her.
She was busy, picking up purses, sniffing carefully, opening boxes of spices, and muttering, "According to Mrs. Zhang's nature, you should add a rose..."
He looked at her silently, watching a wisp of black hair slipping down from her busy spontaneous bun and bending casually behind his neck... Looking at the white magnolia loose gauze fluttering quietly with her movements, covering the jasper skirt.
Although the half-wide belt is sealed through the jade brocade waist, it still makes his waist so slender, as if he only needs to stretch out one hand to hold it.
Thinking like this, Yunbai's open sleeves unconsciously moved.
He really wants to hug her.
In fact, Xueling and Wuya have the meaning of marriage. He has known it for a long time, and it is also a common way to use marriage to establish or consolidate alliances. What's more, he has won 12 cities for nothing this time. It's really a good "big business", and there is also the princess of Huyang that everyone envies...
There are many such women in his harem, but they have been "favored" from powerful countries or the five major families for many years, but more because of the destruction of the country and the death of the family, they were thrown into a corner where he would never set foot on.
He once hated this kind of life, but after a long time, he was numb.
He thought that he would still accept the extremely valuable "agreement" of Xueling, but why was he so restless when he saw the Xueling messenger kneeling in front of the emperor to convey the national letter of Nangongyuan? What makes him want to escape from the glorious but empty hall and escape from the precious jade-inlaid throne under him?
He wants to escape to the side of a person who is...
When he thought of that man, thinking of her happy smile, sad tears, and worried worries, his heart suddenly calmed down, but in an instant it set off a huge wave.
He knew why he was so uneasy. It turned out that he was afraid that she would know that he would marry another woman, even for what a reasonable, just and tough reason.
In fact, he knew that even if she knew, she would not have any emotions. Usually, she cares about her "wife and concubines" in her several rooms. She not only has new food patterns to bring back to give them a taste, but also allows herself to get along with them more, so as not to "forget your family just by your career".
However, even so, he was still upset.
He remembered that this day was the opening of her new store. They made an appointment and he was going to play the flute for her.
But...
Why is this messenger so talky? Why are these etiquette so complicated?
Hu Lun has always been by his side, holding the dust and without saying a word, but paying close attention to him with his eyes, for fear that he will do something unimaginable and shocking, and then be criticized, ruining the accumulation of many years, and it is difficult to turn over.
Why is he sitting in this seat?
Everything here is so heavy that he doesn't want to pick it up, but he has to pick it up, and then he can't put it down, because as long as he let go, it will be a loud noise.
For a long time, these things seem to have grown in his hand. He held these heavy things, and every step was tired.
So, he will eventually miss the appointment with her.
The messenger read the long national book by himself, his voice squeaked like a fly, and his thoughts had flown out to the moonlit night and flew to the rinse bridge.
That night, he held her hand, and his heart was infinitely quiet, but slightly rippled, like the water under the bridge.
Time always passes unconsciously, and he and her have come to this day unconsciously.
The bridge is so short that they walk slowly, but it seems that they are spending a long life together.
At every step, he is extremely solemn and tasteful. From curiosity to doubt, from designing the prison robbery to involuntarily approaching her, from two extremely similar faces to her clarity, every step has a lingering sound, and every step is full of fragrance.
He did not dare to hope, but he still quietly hoped, but this cold and heartless woman cruelly shattered his fantasy. However, even friends, as long as they can be by your side. After all, I am the closest person to you.
Three feet away is me.
So, he can pretend to be that person and walk into her dream when she is sick.
So, that night, he led her to walk on the bridge, with a trace of bitter satisfaction, hoping that the bridge would be longer and longer, as if they would spend more time together.
And is she, who is by her side, also hope?
Maybe he should hope that time will stand still at this moment, because no one knows whether the next step will be smooth or bumpy.
But after all, he is extravagant.
In August, the messenger of Xueling arrived in Beijing.
August 13, Princess Huyang came to make peace with Concubine.
August 16, that is, the messenger left Beijing.
When he sent the messenger away, he turned around and changed his clothes and came straight to her.
I was anxious all the way.
Along the way, my heart was in turmoil.
Who knows how eager he is to see her?
Who knows how afraid he is to see her?
It's like this painful eight days.
He doesn't want to lie to her, but he still can't reveal his identity.
There was a woman beside him. Like the previous six years, like all the country lords, this was a common thing. Only this time, it made him feel stuck in his throat and difficult to swallow.
He once wanted to pretend to be relaxed and tell her that he had another concubine, which is to tell the truth.
He also imagined how she would react once he said this.
is mostly as if nothing had happened.
He also hopes that she will be fine, and he may not have to worry about it. However, if this is true, he must be disappointed, because there is no him in her heart, so she will be nothing.
So he began to want her to be jealous, quarrel with him, or beat him and hate him.
When I thought about it, I was immediately ecstatic. However, what can she do if she is angry again? After all, he did something that failed her and his own heart.
This matter cannot be turned back.
Along the way, with such contradictions and trembling, Hu Lun sighed from time to time, which aggravated the confusion in his heart. Until he saw her, all his thoughts suddenly turned blank. Whether it was a huge world or a narrow room, she was the only one left, she was alone.
And at this moment, he stood behind her. Although he was still uneasy, it was not like the waves of the other day, but sparkling, sour and gratified, confident and confused, satisfied... and a little missing.
Suddenly, I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to hold her. It seemed that only in this way could fill the crack. It seemed that only in this way could he completely calm his heart.
But he didn't dare to move. He was even afraid that she would suddenly turn around. Just like they walked on the bridge that night, he was not sure whether it was smooth or bumpy waiting for their next moment.
However, she turned around after all...
The hair bent between the collar suddenly slipped down, the eyebrows raised gently, and the eyes turned slightly...
Luo Wener turned around and suddenly found Qian Yumo standing behind him. She was so shocked that she almost dropped the tray to the ground.
In an instant, I found a trace of panic, sadness, a trace of embarrassment and helplessness flashed at the bottom of the ink jade-like eyes.
She has never seen so many negative emotions in Mo Xi's eyes. She is waiting to be carefully studied. He has emerged with a smile, which is as light and evil as usual.
She stared at him: "In broad daylight, what the hell?"
"You mean, you want me to come over at night..."
Facing his sudden face and deliberately smiling, she pushed him angrily.
But it was this push that touched his skirt and a familiar fragrance floated from his folds.
Friendly and alienated, it is the smell of water that he is used to.
She had already passed him, and the fragrance was just scratching her nose. However, in some familiarity, this almost accompanied her for more than a year seemed to have a little other smell.
She almost unconsciously turned around and just caught the aftertaste of the taste.
Soft, long, beautiful and mysterious, it is the fragrant taste in the goose pear tent, but it is more elegant and graceful, and extremely infiltrated into his usual breath, like a loving couple, which is extremely difficult to separate.
As if it was just at this moment, she suddenly looked at him, and for a moment, she felt something flying out of her eyes like a blade.
Qian Yumo watched her walk by... stopped... and suddenly turned back...
Her eyes were thrown at him like a sharp sword, and her eyes were as clear as water.
The ice air flowed between her and him, staining the warm autumn afternoon with the cold of winter.
"Clouds..." He was a little surprised.
She looked at him, and for some reason, she felt very uncomfortable, as if there was a knife stabing her wantonly.
What's wrong with her?
She hurriedly lowered her eyes, as if checking the purse in the tray: "Mr. Mo must be very busy these days, right?"
He was waiting to speak, but he heard her say, "Since you are busy, go back quickly." At home... someone must be looking forward to it. If you are hungry, go to Tianxiang Tower. Recently, I have made a new kind of snack. Take it back to her... Let's try it.
Suddenly, such a few brainless words stunned Qian Yumo.