Chapter Ten Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River
On the way back to Beijing, Feng Junhan and Ning Jingwan rode in a carriage together. The floods receded, and Jiangnan gradually began to bloom again with its intoxicating deep spring and light summer!
Jingjing Wan lifted the car curtain and looked out the window quietly, seeing the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the willows stained with smoke. She sighed in her heart. The days when young people didn't know what it was like to be sad are gone forever.
Suddenly I remembered that Mo Yan once joked that when he was young, he wanted to accompany him to watch the sunset and the solitary swans flying together, and the autumn water and the sky were the same color. Now it has become only a beautiful fantasy.
Mo Yan's affection, Mo Yan's waiting, Mo Yan's silence, Mo Yan's waiting, Mo Yan's persistence, Ning Jing Wan all saw it. When he was sixteen, Mo Yan once wrote a poem for Ning Jing Wan, and Ning Jing Wan still remembers it fresh.
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Falling in love with Qing Dynasty and dusk, things have changed and the stars have changed, and I will never regret it.
Night comes and dreams return home, nothing more than the young master and Hongzhuang!
In my impression, this was the only time Mo Yan expressed himself in the most straightforward way, even though it still seemed so cryptic. Thinking of Mo Yan's gentle and smiling handsome eyes, Jing Jingwan felt even more melancholy.
Jing Jing Wan knew that Mo Yan was her grandfather's ideal grandson-in-law. Grandpa always believed that Mo Yan could protect his Wan'er for the rest of his life, and Wan'er would definitely be Mo Yan's only one in this life!
But Jingjing Wan knew very well that her feelings for Mo Yan might be attachment or trust, but it was definitely not the kind of heart-pounding love. She couldn't deceive herself, or she didn't want to wrong herself, and she didn't want to never feel love in her life.
of beauty.
Grandpa saw this and could only shake his head and sigh. Ning's daughters are all love-struck girls. If they are not moved, they would rather wait endlessly.
It was drizzling outside the window, but it was not very cold, and waves of fresh wind gently caressed the quiet and graceful face.
This is the first time Ningjingwan has come to Jiangnan. The blue bricks, green tiles and white walls beside the ten-mile long embankment are shrouded in the smoky drizzle. The smoke waves have gone thousands of miles away, and the vastness is soaked in front of the eyes like mist.
The heaviness in my heart suddenly turned into curling smoke, and all worries and worries suddenly turned into nothingness.
There is a lake in the distance, with blue waves, a faint wind blowing, a hint of intoxication, and a faint fragrance of flowers that fills the air like a whisper, refreshing the heart.
This is Jiangnan, the Jiangnan in my dreams. The tranquility covers up the melancholy in my heart. I look at the fluctuations of water mist in the distance, like falling flowers and lingering mist and hazy rain. My mind is swaying, and I am intoxicated and don't know the way back.
Such beautiful scenery, such beautiful women, Feng Junhan looked at the quiet Wan immersed in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and an imperceptible smile passed through his casual eyes.
"Jingwan, are you still angry with me?" His voice did not distinguish between joy and anger.
Ning Jingwan retracted her thoughts, raised her eyes and asked suspiciously: "Why are you angry?" Such a sentence came out of nowhere!
"I'm angry that I lied to you!" He smiled.
Ning Jingwan laughed at herself, "How could it be? The prince said that my skills are inferior to others, and I am just one move away from others. I am willing to lose. How dare I blame the prince?"
Feng Junhan stared at Jingjing Wan and laughed dumbly, "Actually, I admire your courage very much!"
Ning Jingwan knew that he was talking about how he dared to do business on his head, so she smiled and said, "Yes, actually, I have always been very interested in seeking skin from a tiger!"
Seeking skin from a tiger? Feng Jun laughed coldly. His laughter was very clear and mellow, as if there was a kind of magic power that made people fall into it unconsciously.
Jiang Nanyan and Feng Changhuan outside the carriage were both startled. They actually heard Prince Jing's laughter. Not only did Prince Jing rarely laugh, but he always had the kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes. They had never heard him laugh before.
Make a sound.
Jiang Nanyan smiled slightly, but it was a sad smile.
Feng Changhuan rarely uttered any sarcasm, firstly because of the intimidating power of the second brother, and secondly because in Jiangnan, the second brother's attitude towards the iron rooster seemed to have changed, which made him puzzled.
"Seek the skin of a tiger, that's a good idea!" Feng Junhan's smile did not diminish.
Ning Jing Wan turned her head and looked outside, feeling lost. The beautiful Jiangnan is so beautiful that it makes people enchanted. Although spring has passed, the beauty of the green and blue river in spring still penetrates deeply into Jing Jing Wan's heart!
It's a pity that there are no talented and beautiful people here. It is not a wealthy and gentle place in the true sense. There are only two people who plot against each other and have ulterior motives, which only makes the scenery miserable!
"Jing Wan!" His tall body suddenly approached Jing Wan, his voice was charming and low-pitched, "I am very interested in you!"
Jing Jing Wan's body retreated without leaving a trace, leaning against the wall of the carriage. Feng Junhan looked at Jing Jing Wan's movements with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Ning Jingwan remained calm. Was she interested in herself? She was more interested in Jinxiu Villa! The more interested he was, the more he would be in trouble.
"It seems that you like Jiangnan very much. Unfortunately, the flood here has just passed and the beauty of Jiangnan has not yet been fully displayed. I need to return to Beijing again. Otherwise, I would not mind accompanying you to travel around Jiangnan!"
His voice is full of fatal temptation, nobility, beauty, depth, and charm that cannot be explained by words. If he is interested in using this kind of charm on a woman, Jingjing Wan believes that unless the woman has super strong concentration, she will not be able to win.
In this case, it's hard not to be tempted.
Jingjing Wan smiled lightly: "I think it's better to forget it, Your Majesty, please don't forget that I am just a vulgar businesswoman. In my eyes, there is only profit. This kind of talent, beauty, love and concubine is not suitable for me!
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"A talented man and a beautiful woman, do you want me to be a concubine?" He repeated this sentence, looking at Jing Jing Wan with a deep smile.
Jingjing Wan closed her eyes, covering her eyes, "Your Majesty, I'm tired. If you want to find someone to chat with, you'd better find someone else!"
His voice rang in Jingjing Wan's ears, "Are you really tired?"
Jingjing Wan nodded, "I'm sorry I can't chat with the prince anymore!"
He was still smiling, but his smile was so cold that it went straight into Tranquility Wan's heart, "You were thinking about Ling Moyan just now!"
Jing Jingwan was startled and opened her eyes. She thought he didn't pay attention to her just now, but who knew that the guilt and frustration in her eyes betrayed her.
Ning Jingwan never wanted to explain her relationship with Mo Yan in front of Feng Junhan. What is there to explain? Will Feng Junhan believe it if he explains it?
What's more, why should I explain anything to Feng Junhan? But listening to his words, the threat in his words was clear, clear and undisguised.
Ning Jingwan was stunned for only a short moment, and then passed without a trace, but was clearly seen by Feng Junhan.
Jingjing Wan looked into his bottomless black eyes, "Why did the prince say this?"
"Tranquility Wan," his voice returned to its coldness, "you are a smart person, you should know what to do is the wisest choice!"
Jing Jing Wan never expected that this man would change at will. A moment ago, he seemed to be traveling to the south of the Yangtze River with her tenderly, calling herself Jing Wan, and immediately returned to Jing Jing Wan. Jing Jing Wan smiled slightly, "I know, but I always feel that
strangeness!"
"What's weird?" he said calmly.
"You don't need to tell me how much you hate me. I don't understand why you want to capture such a disgusting woman."
"It seems you still don't understand that in this world, only what I want or don't want!"
As expected, he was domineering and ruthless enough. Ning Jingwan finally understood why Leng Yue was so loyal to his duties and never left her no matter what methods she tried. It was true that just like a master, there would be a servant.
"Your Majesty, I want to..." Jing Jingwan looked at the misty rain outside the window.
"No!" Ning Jingwan was interrupted by him before she could finish her words.
Jingjing Wan shrugged and said it was in vain. She just didn't want to be in such close contact with Feng Junhan and wanted to take another carriage.
Feng Junhan was half lying on the soft couch, reading a book with a leisurely expression!
Ning Jingwan looked at it carefully and saw that it was a military book "Tai Gong's Art of War". Prince Su Wenjing not only had great power in the government, but was also proficient in the use of military force. He never thought that he would bring this kind of book with him when traveling.
Feng Junhan caught a glimpse of Jing Jing Wan's eyes from the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly, "Do you know me?"
Jingjing Wan shook her head, "Why do you ask, Your Majesty, knowingly? You know that I am basically illiterate!"
"It doesn't matter if you are illiterate. I can teach you in the future!" He did not pursue further.
Jingjing Wan thought to herself, "I don't need your teaching. Who knows what kind of peace of mind you have?"
"What? The princess is not happy?" His eyes fell on Jingjing Wan.
Jing Jingwan said: "How could it be? It's just that no teacher is willing to teach me. Now that the prince wants to teach me, I am really honored!"
He smiled and said, "Yes, the little princess of Prince Jiang's Mansion got angry and pissed off seven gentlemen in one month!"
Jingjing Wan pretended to sigh, with a look of ignorant innocence and willfulness of a wealthy lady: "Yes, my grandpa said that I don't need to study, but those gentlemen, they just don't care all day long, they are just like dead people.
My head is pounding after hearing this, can you please say something humane? I want to sleep as soon as I hear them speak!"
He looked at Ning Jingwan's naughty and cunning, "It seems that I should punish those seven gentlemen for mistreating my good princess like this!"
Ning Jingwan was secretly frightened when she heard this. Is this guy finished? What does it have to do with him? When did he become so idle?
Jingjing Wan secretly changed her mind and lowered her head, "I think it's better to forget it. It's not easy for people to make a living by teaching, so please don't embarrass them too much, Prince!"
Her eyes rested on him, who was dressed in a dark green brocade robe embroidered with dragon patterns. His face was like a crown of jade, his temperament was noble, and he was full of elegance. It's no wonder that many women felt like a deer when they saw Prince Jing and didn't dare to raise their heads.
"Since the princess has opened her mouth, I will let them go for the time being!" He smiled lightly, nonchalantly and didn't take it seriously.
Ning Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that day when she met the assassin at the Xinghua Village Restaurant, he hugged herself to avoid the cold shadows of swords and swords. The warmth in his arms penetrated her nose, even in the air.
The smell of blood filled the air, and it seemed that the only fresh breath on his body was the only thing between heaven and earth.
Thinking of the Zhidui hexagram, the road ahead is very difficult. The opponent is such a man, how can he not face such a difficult road ahead?
Ning Jingwan looked back at Xingyu Lihua in the south of the Yangtze River. How many boys and girls have been obsessed with the legend of talented people and beautiful ladies?