"It's okay, I just remembered a historical fact that has not been recorded in history books."

Most of the history of Xuanzhao in recent years has been included in the information database of Hongmenli.

The boy in the white shirt often looked up historical records in the information library. Occasionally, he flipped through a page that had been erased by history, about a love story that took place by the Su River Bridge.

In that story, there is an extremely beautiful girl named Risu Yueniang, who is a descendant of a declining clan of the previous dynasty. In the story, there is also a noble man who is suave and elegant, and who shoulders the important responsibilities of the country and is indispensable.

In this kind of love, the gap in status is too big. In the end, their love can only have one outcome, and that is to be ruthlessly separated by reality.[

From this story, the boy in white shirt came up with a very obvious question.

No matter what kind of net worth, what kind of matchmaker they are, two people with too different identities cannot live together for a long time.

If you just want a casual marriage, you may consider giving it a try.

The boy in white shirt whispered about the almost legendary encounter that happened on the bank of the Su River. Although it sounded beautiful, after thinking about it carefully, he just seemed to feel a suffocating feeling oppressing every inch of his body.

Can't turn over and breathe.

The purple-eyed boy stood next to the boy in the white shirt, silently listening to the boy in the white shirt finish telling the story about marriage consisting of the four words "sorrow, joy, separation, and union", and licked his dry and cracked lips with the tip of his tongue.

, suddenly asked: "Young master, have you fallen in love with a good girl from a certain family? If you fall in love with her, go and report it to the master first, so that you can book the girl?"

"Huh? March, where did you think about it? How old am I, young master, that I am thinking about marrying a girl? If the master finds out, he will definitely give you a few slaps to see if you dare to say no in the future."

He laughed out loud, and all the depressed feeling in his heart turned into smoke and clouds and disappeared due to the irrelevant questions of the purple-eyed boy.

The young man in the white shirt shook his green bamboo fan to cover his forehead to block the strong midday sun. He casually glanced at the small bridge in front of him and met a squinting downward gaze.

For a moment, I was stunned!

"March, look, that young man on the bridge is so beautiful!"

Excitedly, he waved his green bamboo fan towards the bridge to point out the specific direction. The boy in white shirt seemed to have forgotten the sunlight above his head. He was attracted by the exquisite and indifferent face standing on the bridge alone. He was no longer attracted.

Can't see anything else.

"Young Master, the look on that young master's face as he looks at you seems to be very disdainful? Could it be that

Xunran's cold eyes were directed towards the delicate and beautiful face standing on the bridge. When the purple-eyed boy saw the stern expression blooming on that beautiful face, he was instantly surprised.

The purple-eyed boy has always believed that if his indifference were to be compared, no one of the same or similar age in the Four Kingdoms would be better than him.

But what happened to the young man standing on the bridge?

Why was it that when he was standing on the ship's deck, dozens of steps away from the bridge, he could feel the powerful coldness coming from that beautiful face, as if it was trying to freeze him?

"You look down on this young master? In March, I order you to invite him down for tea. If he doesn't want to, just throw him down!"

The purple-eyed boy's speculation undoubtedly offended the white-shirted boy's self-esteem and pride.
Chapter completed!