Wan Bi's face was slightly startled, and he looked at Rong Junye with some confusion. He pursed his lips and looked at Rong Junye without saying a word.
Since ancient times, those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters, and the gentle and pure temperament of the young master is not suitable for the princes to fight for hegemony. If he is asked to attack his own father, he is afraid that he does not have the ability. Although Rong Ji severely punished the young master more than he loved and cared about him,
But the young master regarded him as his father from the bottom of his heart.
If one day, when the butcher's knife of the restoration of the country is pressed against Rong Ji's neck, the young master will definitely not be able to do it like this. Why not let her take care of her young master, dressed in white and clean, he should not have to bear such a blood debt.
, this bloody journey, it was up to her to fight her way out
After lunch, the Yunxuan sisters went back to Wanjia. Yunxuan was very worried. Thinking about her encounter with Rong Junye today, she felt a lot of emotion about how her life was wandering like duckweed. Her encounter with him,
It was just a love mistake that I couldn’t regret.
There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. If he marries a princess, he can rise to the top, and his official career will skyrocket, so what does he have to care about? Everything about him and himself is, after all, the past love affair and lingering love.
The beautiful things eventually flowed away and settled in those ignorant youthful years.
In her life, there should only be Bo Han. Bo Han was everything in her life. But that stubborn and domineering young man has been there for two days and there is still no movement.
Does he really not want himself? Who said that even if he dies, she will still be his woman? It turns out that his promises and oaths are just the temporary ignorance of a young boy.
Yunxuan was bored in her room, leaning on the charcoal fire while looking at the withered orchids and laurels outside the window. She sighed wistfully. Before she knew it, it was next winter. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, she and Bohan had been married for half a year.
It’s more than enough, but I didn’t realize it
What is that naughty and domineering young man, that somewhat childish man doing at this time? Could he be at a winery, or perhaps he could be enjoying himself in a restaurant?
After falling asleep one night, Rong Junye's gentle and elegant face lingered in her mind, and the humiliation of regretting the marriage made her heart ache. Bohan's hearty and broad smile, the possession that he had taken by force, became a part of this winter.
A rare warmth, his domineering voice was vaguely heard in the dream: "Xuanxuan, I won't let you go, you are my woman."