Think about it, if I had not passed the Fireworks Pavilion, passed by her, or listened to her asking for directions that day, would I not have fallen in love with her.

However, he is the right person after all and cannot escape the fate. Even at every corner of his life, her appearance will change his life.

Countless emotions flashed through Ye Chen's eyes. He wanted to hold her hand and confess the feelings he had hidden in his heart for countless days and nights, but he was afraid that after telling her, she would disappear.

"Qianqian, please stop making arrangements for me. Last time you held a blind date for me, did you know that the gate of the General's Mansion was packed with people from that day on?

Men, women, old and young gathered around the door when they had nothing to do. Not to mention the servants in the house who couldn't get out, even I had to climb over the wall to get out."

Speaking of this, Ye Chen remembered that when he flew over the wall this morning, someone was trying to pull him down from mid-air with a long rope.

A layer of cold sweat immediately formed on his forehead. He sighed inwardly and raised his sleeves to wipe away the cold sweat.

Murong Qianqian pouted her red lips and said angrily: "Wuxin, you are blaming me. I have good intentions and I feel sorry for you that you don't have a wife to take care of you. You are so heartless. I don't want to care about you anymore."

Ye Chen looked at her blushing face and thick neck, and knew that she must be angry, so he immediately comforted her: "Qianqian, I'm not blaming you, it's just that I really don't want to marry now."

"Why?" Murong Qianqian was very puzzled and said with a frown: "Wuxin, are you still thinking about that married woman now?"

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the lie he had told, but when he thought about it, it was not a lie at all. The woman he loved was indeed married.

Murong Qian sighed, as if she hated iron, and said, "Hey, what should I say to you? Look at the many flowers in the yard, why do you just like the one that someone else picked?

?”

Yes, why do you only like that one? Ye Chen also wants to know the answer and ask her personally how to stop loving her.

There were layers of ripples in her clear eyes, and the sadness in her eyes was something Murong Qianqian had never seen before. In her memory, Ye Chen's exclusive adjective was infinitely coquettish, captivating.

However, it turned out that he could also be so gloomy. The fragility in his eyes was like that of a wounded child, and she couldn't help but want to comfort him.

"Wu Xin, it turns out you love that woman so much, but she already belongs to someone else, so why should you obsess over it and add to your sorrow?

Some people and some things are just a flash in the pan after all. No matter how hard we try, they are just bubbles that will burst one day.

However, for other people and other things, whether we wait or not, as long as it is ours, it will always be there waiting, and happiness will eventually come."

Murong Qianqian felt that she had really improved, and now she could say such elegant words. She immediately worshiped herself in her heart.

She raised her eyebrows and saw Ye Chen's eyes staring deeply at her. His suppressed gaze seemed to be full of affection, which made her feel at a loss for a moment.

But within a moment, Ye Chen looked away with a wry smile, as if the deep affection just now was just an illusion, "Qianqian, maybe you are right, but I just want to wait for the one who belongs to me."

"One-hearted person?" Murong Qianqian tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"Well, Yi Xin people." Ye Chen nodded, "I just hope that I can meet Yi Xin people and stay with each other forever."

Hearing this, Murong Qianqian felt a deep impact somewhere in her heart. The pain made her suck in a breath of cold air, and she said in a voice that was almost sleepy: "'I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart till the end of our lives.'"

Ye Chen was surprised and said: "This poem is very well done. It is exactly what I am thinking. Qianqian, do you also view love this way?"

Murong Qianqian nodded, but it was funny in her heart. How could she write such a good poem with such a wooden fish head? It was just her favorite poem.

She didn't memorize any poems when she was studying, but this one "Baitou Yin" (Zhuo Wenjun) was engraved in her mind, and she can still recite it from beginning to end.

"It's as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two opinions, so I came here to fight. Today's drinking party, the water head of Mingdan ditch. On the ditch, the river flows east and west.

Desolate and desolate, there is no need to cry when you marry, if you want to have the one you love, we will never be apart from each other until we grow old together. Why do the bamboo poles curl up, and the fish tails move around? If a man cares about his spirit, why use a money knife?"

When she read this poem, she admired Zhuo Wenjun very much, thinking that if she were an ancient person, she would definitely be a couple for the rest of her life, otherwise she would rather say goodbye.

It's just... I can only say that everything doesn't go as planned. Many people are determined just because they haven't met the right person, so they mistakenly think they can be brave.

Thinking of this, Murong Qianqian felt very sour in her heart. She took a deep breath and felt that she should not be such a melancholy woman.

Seeing that she was silent, but the emotion in her eyes was so obvious, Ye Chen couldn't help but said in a hoarse voice: "Since Qianqian only wants one person in her heart, why does she fall in love with the emperor?"

Qianqian, do you know that the man you fell in love with can't fulfill your dream of being a "one-hearted man" in this life. He is the emperor and the king of the world.

However, he Ye Chen can do it. As long as she nods, he is willing to take her far away even if he gives up the whole world. But will she agree?

Murong Qianqian looked at the flowers in the yard and suddenly laughed, "Wuxin, how do you know that I am not Yaoyao's wholehearted person? Do you not believe in my charm, or do you think too highly of Yaoyao's attraction?"

Ye Chen followed her with a faint smile and relaxed his tone, "Well~ of course it's the latter!"

"Humph~ I have no vision." Murong Qianqian glared at him, and then pointed to the flower path in the yard: "Look, there are many flowers in the yard, but which flower has given up blooming because other flowers are in bloom?

Chance.

What about the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard, what about the three thousand beauties? How could I, Murong Qianqian, shrink back because of this? I believe in my own charm, and even more so in Yaoyao's sincerity towards me.

Don’t worry, I can’t be a doormat in this harem, let alone give my men around. I want to stand up so that those mistresses no longer have a place to stay.”

As he spoke, Murong Qianqian swung his left hook and right hook in the air, but the movement was too large and he almost fell off the tree.

"Yeah~ Oh my god~" She staggered twice, her limbs dancing wildly in fear.

Fortunately, Ye Chen was very agile and used his long arms to pull her back to the tree trunk. After she sat firmly, he smiled and said, "Qianqian, you are such a unique woman." Think about it, if he hadn't passed by the Fireworks Pavilion that day,

If you don't pass by her, or don't listen to her asking for directions, will you not fall in love with her?

However, he is the right person after all and cannot escape the fate. Even at every corner of his life, her appearance will change his life.

Countless emotions flashed through Ye Chen's eyes. He wanted to hold her hand and confess the feelings he had hidden in his heart for countless days and nights, but he was afraid that after telling her, she would disappear.

"Qianqian, please stop making arrangements for me. Last time you held a blind date for me, did you know that the gate of the General's Mansion was packed with people from that day on?

Men, women, old and young gathered around the door when they had nothing to do. Not to mention the servants in the house who couldn't get out, even I had to climb over the wall to get out."

Speaking of this, Ye Chen remembered that when he flew over the wall this morning, someone was trying to pull him down from mid-air with a long rope.

A layer of cold sweat immediately formed on his forehead. He sighed inwardly and raised his sleeves to wipe away the cold sweat.

Murong Qianqian pouted her red lips and said angrily: "Wuxin, you are blaming me. I have good intentions and I feel sorry for you that you don't have a wife to take care of you. You are so heartless. I don't want to care about you anymore."

Ye Chen looked at her blushing face and thick neck, and knew that she must be angry, so he immediately comforted her: "Qianqian, I'm not blaming you, it's just that I really don't want to marry now."

"Why?" Murong Qianqian was very puzzled and said with a frown: "Wuxin, are you still thinking about that married woman now?"

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the lie he had told, but when he thought about it, it was not a lie at all. The woman he loved was indeed married.

Murong Qian sighed, as if she hated iron, and said, "Hey, what should I say to you? Look at the many flowers in the yard, why do you just like the one that someone else picked?

?”

Yes, why do you only like that one? Ye Chen also wants to know the answer and ask her personally how to stop loving her.

There were layers of ripples in her clear eyes, and the sadness in her eyes was something Murong Qianqian had never seen before. In her memory, Ye Chen's exclusive adjective was infinitely coquettish, captivating.

However, it turned out that he could also be so gloomy. The fragility in his eyes was like that of a wounded child, and she couldn't help but want to comfort him.

"Wu Xin, it turns out you love that woman so much, but she already belongs to someone else, so why should you obsess over it and add to your sorrow?

Some people and some things are just a flash in the pan after all. No matter how hard we try, they are just bubbles that will burst one day.

However, for other people and other things, whether we wait or not, as long as it is ours, it will always be there waiting, and happiness will eventually come."

Murong Qianqian felt that she had really improved, and now she could say such elegant words. She immediately worshiped herself in her heart.

She raised her eyebrows and saw Ye Chen's eyes staring deeply at her. His suppressed gaze seemed to be full of affection, which made her feel at a loss for a moment.

But within a moment, Ye Chen looked away with a wry smile, as if the deep affection just now was just an illusion, "Qianqian, maybe you are right, but I just want to wait for the one who belongs to me."

"One-hearted person?" Murong Qianqian tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"Well, Yi Xin people." Ye Chen nodded, "I just hope that I can meet Yi Xin people and stay with each other forever."

Hearing this, Murong Qianqian felt a deep impact somewhere in her heart. The pain made her suck in a breath of cold air, and she said in a voice that was almost sleepy: "'I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart till the end of our lives.'"

Ye Chen was surprised and said: "This poem is very well done. It is exactly what I am thinking. Qianqian, do you also view love this way?"

Murong Qianqian nodded, but it was funny in her heart. How could she write such a good poem with such a wooden fish head? It was just her favorite poem.

She didn't memorize any poems when she was studying, but this one "Baitou Yin" (Zhuo Wenjun) was engraved in her mind, and she can still recite it from beginning to end.

"It's as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two opinions, so I came here to fight. Today's drinking party, the water head of Mingdan ditch. On the ditch, the river flows east and west.

Desolate and desolate, there is no need to cry when you marry, if you want to have the one you love, we will never be apart from each other until we grow old together. Why do the bamboo poles curl up, and the fish tails move around? If a man cares about his spirit, why use a money knife?"

When she read this poem, she admired Zhuo Wenjun very much, thinking that if she were an ancient person, she would definitely be a couple for the rest of her life, otherwise she would rather say goodbye.

It's just... I can only say that everything doesn't go as planned. Many people are determined just because they haven't met the right person, so they mistakenly think they can be brave.

Thinking of this, Murong Qianqian felt very sour in her heart. She took a deep breath and felt that she should not be such a melancholy woman.

Seeing that she was silent, but the emotion in her eyes was so obvious, Ye Chen couldn't help but said in a hoarse voice: "Since Qianqian only wants one person in her heart, why does she fall in love with the emperor?"

Qianqian, do you know that the man you fell in love with can't fulfill your dream of being a "one-hearted man" in this life. He is the emperor and the king of the world.

However, he Ye Chen can do it. As long as she nods, he is willing to take her far away even if he gives up the whole world. But will she agree?

Murong Qianqian looked at the flowers in the yard and suddenly laughed, "Wuxin, how do you know that I am not Yaoyao's wholehearted person? Do you not believe in my charm, or do you think too highly of Yaoyao's attraction?"

Ye Chen followed her with a faint smile and relaxed his tone, "Well~ of course it's the latter!"

"Humph~ I have no vision." Murong Qianqian glared at him, and then pointed to the flower path in the yard: "Look, there are many flowers in the yard, but which flower has given up blooming because other flowers are in bloom?

Chance.

What about the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard, what about the three thousand beauties? How could I, Murong Qianqian, shrink back because of this? I believe in my own charm, and even more so in Yaoyao's sincerity towards me.

Don’t worry, I can’t be a doormat in this harem, let alone give my men around. I want to stand up so that those mistresses no longer have a place to stay.”

As he spoke, Murong Qianqian swung his left hook and right hook in the air, but the movement was too large and he almost fell off the tree.

"Yeah~ Oh my god~" She staggered twice, her limbs dancing wildly in fear.
Chapter completed!