Chapter 235 Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself (40)
[Swallow's Speech]
It is often said that the white moonlight is the beauty that cannot be obtained, and the cinnabar mole is the pain that cannot be cherished.
For Yan Ci.
His former wife, Wen Yu, was just such a ray of white moonlight, like wind and snow, indifferent and gentle.
It's just a few glances.
Maybe it's because he likes it, or maybe it's just his nostalgia for his wife, the specifics, even Yanci himself can't tell.
Wedding night.
The wife he was marrying, the medium, coldly mentioned the matter of reconciliation and separation.
This is the biggest joke Yan Ci has ever heard in his life.
she doesn't want to...
Yan Ci was a little angry at first.
Since he didn't want to, why did he agree to this marriage in the first place.
The prime minister's concubine's daughter, with peerless beauty, is proficient in poetry and painting.
Even though he didn't know her before, Yan Ci still has fantasies and expectations for this wife, because they share similar interests.
He thought so.
They can stay together forever.
Unexpectedly... Well, it's just unpredictable.
The moment he knew that Wen Yu's heart belonged, he put away that shallow liking, buried that strange feeling in his heart, and never said it out again.
I know that person is Brother Huang.
Yanci was at fault for being stunned and angry, but in the end he became relieved.
Since that person is not him, who is it, what difference does it make?
The young man with a face like a crown of jade slightly bent his lips, his eyes were a little distant, he murmured.
My world, you just walked in so willfully, and then walked away gently, leaving behind warmth and regret.
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Later.
Perhaps because of guilt, the emperor allowed him to resign.
Hanging the name of an idle prince.
Yan resigned from some distant places to see the beautiful mountains and clear water, and chat with travelers on the journey.
The world is vast, and he can wander around everywhere. If he can, he most wants to shake off the starlight and sleep in that heart forever.
...
The sky in Qingcheng is always cloudy and cloudy. In the morning, it is still drizzle. The sun rises at noon. The bright sunshine makes people wonder if the early drizzle was an illusion.
In such a quiet and beautiful misty and rainy town, Yan Ci discovered that there are still many beautiful things in this world.
The fresh sunshine in the morning, the corner of plain clothes blown by the breeze. A plum-colored sunset, an orange sky, and a spoonful of rich evening wind.
And of course...the man.
this day.
When Yan Ci walked across the bridge with an umbrella, he was a little absent-minded and accidentally hit the umbrella on a passing person.
"Ah Yo."
It was a girl's voice, with the typical gentleness of Jiangnan women.
Yan Ci hastily put away the umbrella, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, girl..."
The other party raised his hand and wiped the fine drops of water on his shoulders. The wet corner of his clothes was filled with moisture. He suddenly turned around, smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, young master, don't panic."
Yan Ci was stunned.
Seeing this face, he could smell the aroma of white mountain flowers blown by the wind from deep in the mountains.
Bai Shengsheng's cheeks, sharp chin, graceful eyebrows and eyes, light pink lips, everything is just right and light.
Not extremely beautiful.
However, one glance is eternal.
Different from the faint affection for Wen Yu when he was young, this time, Yan Ci clearly felt that he seemed to have encountered a cinnabar mole that he wanted to protect.
That's it, I like it.
Seeing the other party smiled, he was about to leave.
Yan Ci was startled, and held the corner of the man's clothes like a disrespect for the first time. The young man's white cheeks were flushed, but he mustered up his courage and said: "Miss, please stay, can you... can you tell me your name?"
The elegant woman in Tsing Yi turned her head.
Then, show off a smile.
"My name is Wen Yu."
"Unswerving Yu."
How is this ending (≧ω≦)/