One hundred and ninety-ninth chapter Xun Er returns to the house (1)
A loft with a pleasant scenery, surrounded by pavilions, small bridges, running water, and patches of green bamboo, showing an elegant and refined charm. Tian Lai
Such an elegant attic, if there is a beauty as beautiful as spring plum blossoms and snow, living in it, it will undoubtedly be a pleasant sight.
At this moment, a white figure appeared in the pavilion.
It's Dan Yan.
Dan Yan's eyes swept through the misty light door beside him and landed on the flowers and plants in the courtyard. His expression was extremely complicated, including resentment, unwillingness, loneliness and confusion.
"I have a deep love for Xun'er. For her, I even built a small wormhole from my residence directly to this place, just so that I can see her at any time."
"It's a pity that although the beauty is like jade, her heart is not here. Now it seems that this huge attic is more like a golden cage. The person who imprisons her cannot lock her heart. Her heart is always with Xiao Yan.
On my body. But now I have to personally send the woman I love back to Xiao Yan’s arms! I am not willing to give in, not willing to give in!"
Dan Yan couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream, letting out the depression in his heart.
"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan!" Dan Yan's face was livid, and his murderous intent was surging.
Gradually, he regained his clarity and stood up. He came here on the order of his father and had to comfort Xun'er, so he had to control his emotions, no matter how unwilling he was.
The sky in June changes all the time. The sky was clear just a moment ago, but it turns gloomy in the blink of an eye. The gray sky makes people feel an inexplicable heaviness.
Soon, the rain fell in a steady stream, hitting the lush green bamboo branches and leaves in the garden with "crackling". Dan Yan did not use his fighting spirit to resist the rain, and his white robe was soaked, as if he wanted to wear the wet clothes close to his body.
Give him a chill.
Pursing her lips tightly, Dan Yan quickly walked through several corridors and stepped onto the Jiuqu Bridge that stretched to the center of the lake.
At the end of the Jiuqu Bridge is a white jade octagonal pavilion, which looks even more crystal clear and holy under the wash of rain.
In the small pavilion, a woman faced the Jiuqu Bridge and looked into the distance from the railing.
The woman is dressed in a gauze-like green dress, with her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her back alone has an indescribable beauty and elegance.
Hearing the footsteps behind her, the woman slowly turned around, her stunningly beautiful face even more stunning. Who else could it be if it wasn't Xun'er?
Seeing that it was Dan Yan, Xun'er frowned, then turned away as if she didn't see anything, looking at the lake that was getting hazier in the mist and rain.
Gradually, her eyes began to turn red, and there were faint tears.
It has been a thousand years since I came to Doudi Continent, but I was imprisoned like a canary. Xun'er couldn't help but feel sad. But the millennium of lovesickness made Xun'er stronger. Xun'er's tears gradually faded, and she recovered.
In addition to the iceberg-like indifference, there is also the heartbreaking desolation underneath the indifference.
It is this sadness that goes deep into the bone marrow that makes Xun'er more like a green lotus that has fallen into the mortal world.
Dan Yan paused, looking at Xun'er's silhouette in the mist, and endless pity surged in his heart. But the pity soon disappeared, because this goddess who was so beautiful that he did not dare to blaspheme was about to break free from his shackles.
Return to Xiao Yan.
Thinking of this, Dan Yan's heart felt like a knife. Thinking of the mission he was carrying, Dan Yan's heart felt like lead. He used to be able to control this woman's life and death, but now he had to plead with her to take care of the Dan Palace.
In terms of face, things in the world are changing so fast that it is still difficult for Dan Yan to accept it.
Dan Yan's heart went through thousands of times, but Xun'er still turned her back to him and looked forward. The atmosphere in the small pavilion was somewhat solidified. To be continued.