The legendary Jinxiu Villa has the splendor that has gone through the baptism of time, and is meticulously crafted everywhere. Every house, every corner, and even every gap displays ingenious carvings.
This is the first time that Feng Junhan and Feng Qingcheng have come to this place. The noble royal family and the vulgar businessmen have never been related!
Even Feng Qingcheng, who was born in the royal family, felt that the owner of Jinxiu Villa was really different, and praised: "It is said that Jinxiu Villa, with its carved beams and painted buildings, is unique and can be appreciated by both refined and popular people. I have always thought that the merchant's home can have something worthy of it? It's just...
It's just arty, but when I saw her today, I realized that she was really famous, and I suddenly understood why Jinxiu Villa can have a young lady like Jing Wan!"
After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she fell into silence. The prosperity of Jinxiu Villa has returned to prosperity, but now it is full of plainness, giving people a feeling that the banquet has been dispersed. The loneliness after prosperity suddenly surges into the heart of loneliness and sadness!
Feng Junhan didn't stop, he only glanced at this world-famous Splendid Villa, and then his handsome eyebrows were deeply furrowed, making people unpredictable!
Feng Junhan and Feng Qingcheng were led by Uncle Fu to the master's study.
"Your Majesty, please, Your Highness, please!" Uncle Fu said respectfully.
Although Prince Jing is the husband-in-law of the eldest lady, who dares to call him uncle? He can only call him prince respectfully!
Jiang Nanyan looked at the distinguished man at the front who was walking this way. He had black hair, a gold crown, a black brocade robe, and cloud sleeves fluttering gently in the autumn wind. He had a face that was indescribably handsome, and a natural kingly temperament.
People have awe from the bottom of their hearts.
"I see you, Prince Jing, Your Highness!" Jiang Nanyan stood aside respectfully.
Feng Jun Han Jun looked at Jing Wan who was sitting quietly in front of the book desk, as if there was no one else around him, just looking at "Drinking Water Ci" seriously and intently, a softness flashed in his eyes.
"You all stand down!" Feng Junhan said calmly.
"Yes!" Jiang Nanyan said in a deep voice. He knew that this man who looked gentle but was actually cold was Jing Wan's husband. Apart from him, no one was qualified to get close to Jing Wan.
After they retreated, there were only Ning Jing Wan and Feng Junhan in the huge study. Feng Junhan sat down gently next to Ning Jing Wan!
He held Jingjing Wan in his arms and said in a low voice, "Drinking water, who reads the poem "Drinking water, the west wind is cooling alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closing the window, meditating on the past and setting the sun, it turns out that Jingwan likes this?"
Tranquility Wan lay in his arms, the fresh breath, warm body temperature, and the faint scent of hibiscus flowers made people feel trance-like for a moment.
Jingjing Wan smiled lightly, her eyes were pure and clear, but her words contained a touch of alienation, "The prince is busy with official duties and has many things to do. How can he have time to travel thousands of miles and travel across mountains and rivers to come to such a place of merchants? I am really flattered!"
Feng Junhan said in a soft voice, "You are my princess. Your grandpa has just passed away. Of course, I am worried. How can I leave you alone?"
His voice was unusually gentle, and Ning Jingwan chuckled. What was it that made her worried? Our hearts were like mirrors.
However, when such a dangerous and perfect man displays his unparalleled charm on a woman, with his low-magnitude voice and mellow and ambiguous aura, even if he knows it is fake and knows that the other woman has intentions, it is inevitable that her heart will be moved!
Jingjing Wan pushed him away gently, looked at him with an extremely serious expression, and said in a calm voice, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, I'm fine!"
Feng Junhan was not surprised by Ning Jing Wan's alienation. He leaned back elegantly and lazily, "I am relieved to see that you are okay. I will stay here with you!"
Jingjing Wan didn't know what he was going to do, and she wasn't in the mood to guess. She lowered her eyes and kept looking at the book in her hand, "If the prince doesn't feel bored and doesn't think it will delay the prince's military and political affairs, of course I won't object!"
Feng Jun smiled coldly, "How can military and political matters be as important as the princess accompanying me?"
Ning Jingwan could only laugh at herself. Compared to Feng Junhan, what is Mu Xueyan, an actor? This is a master. His fakeness is impeccable, so fake that he himself thinks it is real! Mu Xueyuan will never reach this level after practicing all his life.
It's beyond compare!
However, Ning Jing Wan had no intention of dealing with him. She lowered her head and read a book. Ning Jing Wan was well aware of his purpose. He never did anything without his own purpose.
However, Tranquility Wan also knows that all things in the world are interdependent and mutually exclusive. No one can guarantee that anyone's heart will always be as clear as the bright moon, without a trace of dust!
Just like me and him, although they already have a physical relationship and are a real couple, they are on guard against each other and at the same time dependent on each other. It is such a complicated and weird relationship that it is difficult to find another one in the world.
Feng Junhan sat aside, quietly looking at Jing Wan who was immersed in the book, and carefully read "Drinking Water Ci", quiet and beautiful!
Time passed quietly in silence, and the chirping of the cicadas outside the window gradually disappeared. Everything reminded the two of them that late autumn was almost over!
Ning Jingwan kept reading this book for who knows how long, and the night slowly enveloped the entire Jinxiu Villa.
Suddenly, a faint flute sound came from far and near into Tranquility Wan's heart.
Jingjingwan listened attentively. In this silent night, the sound of the flute gradually became clearer!
On a lonely night, whose flute sound waves the wind? Like the fragrance of flowers on the other side, elegant and light, quiet and distant, rising or falling, gently drifting past my ears and filling my heart, as if meeting an old friend again, disturbing my heart?
Feng Junhan's eyes gradually tightened, and a chill flashed in his eyes. When he came to Jinxiu Villa, although he didn't say he was surrounded by people, it was still heavily guarded. Not everyone could come in. He already knew who it was!
Looking sideways at Jingwan beside him, the book in his hand had slipped onto the large desk at some point, his eyes were deep and distant!
The sound of the flute in the quiet night seems to come from an open heart, floating melodiously, echoing continuously, lingering with infinite reveries and thoughts, slowly rising!
Suddenly, Ning Ning Wan changed from her calm and indifferent tone, suddenly stood up and rushed out, bringing with her a gust of cool wind and lifting Feng Junhan's wide sleeves!
Feng Junhan stood up and walked out slowly. He saw Jingwan dressed in white as snow, with fluttering black hair, flying towards the sound of the flute under the starlight. Her white silhouette loomed in the cover of the villa at night, startling waves of gulls and herons!
Mo Yan was dressed in black clothes as dark as the night. He had a handsome face, a pair of handsome black eyes, and a thin figure. He stood facing the wind. Under his beautiful lips, he sang a fresh and mysterious music!
Jingjing Wan stopped three feet away in front of him and stared at him blankly. Seeing the pain and pity in his eyes, she felt deep pain in her heart. Only Mo Yan, Mo Yan knew how much pain she felt!
Although this scene is a repetition of the past, now it seems that it has been several springs and autumns. The mood of the past has become a time that can never be returned!
Spring has gone and autumn has come, the snow has melted and the clouds have bloomed, but people have already gone to the end of the world!
Jing Jing Wan looked at him quietly, everything around her seemed to have stopped. Suddenly, in response to the sound of his flute, Jing Jing Wan opened her lips and sang softly.
Mo Yan's flute sound summoned not only Jing Wan, but also Feng Junhan, Feng Qingcheng, Jiang Nanyan and others.
Under the moonlight, the flute music is flying and the singing is echoing, completely natural!
Jingwan sang a song that no one could understand. Although no one understood what she was singing, it was very beautiful.
Feng Qingcheng secretly sighed, she had never heard such a mellow song, it was far away and misty, like a call from the mountains and forests in the empty valley. There were no flowers, only clear water and long sky!
Jiangnan Yan looked at the petals of flowers withering in the wind under the silver moonlight, floating in the rippling blue waves. It was both brilliant and tragic.
Looking at the expressionless Prince Jing next to him, Jiang Nanyan sighed, Jingwan, Jingwan, why are you doing this?
Jing Wan and Ling Moyan were immersed in each other's world, with only the sound of flutes and singing, which made people feel a kind of sad sadness.
While singing, Jiang Nanyan was surprised to find that Jingwan was actually crying, with clear tears slowly flowing down her jade cheeks, reflecting the cold moonlight, so beautiful and shocking!
Seeing Jingwan's tears, his heart ached faintly!
Feng Qingcheng looked at the scene in front of her. It was extremely poignant. Jingwan's singing seemed to come from the distant sky. Although she couldn't understand what she was singing, she couldn't think of any singing in the world that was more breathtaking than this!
Feng Qingcheng unconsciously looked at the second emperor brother next to her. Anyone who saw this scene would think of the sadness of lovers holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, speechless and choked.
But Feng Junhan has always been calm and composed, neither happy nor angry, with a deep and elegant smile on his face. Even Feng Qingcheng is a little confused. Seeing that his woman has such a deep friendship with other men, ordinary men can't stand it.
What's more, the second emperor brother, the proud son of heaven?
Feng Qingcheng secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, after receiving the news of Ning Tianze's death, he advised his father and sent Chang Huan out on official business!
He was worried that Jingwan's grandfather would pass away, and Jingwan would be devastated. If Changhuan clearly realized Jingwan's position in his heart at this time, how would he face it? It's true that thick lines have advantages, Feng Qingcheng is glad
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What's more, if Chang Huan saw this scene between Jingwan and Ling Moyan, he would probably go up and kill Ling Moyan impulsively and then hurry up.
After a long time, the singing stopped and the flute sound stopped.
Mo Yan looked deeply at Jing Wan, who was dressed in white in front of him, "Jing Wan, I'm here!"
In his impression, the lively and pretty Jingwan rarely wore white dresses. Her grandfather prepared countless luxurious dresses for her, including a unique dress in the world made of expensive snow-capped ice silk, which was red, orange and yellow.
Green, blue, purple, but no white, but Jingwan is actually wearing white clothes now, and her face is pale, she is unique!
Jing Jing Wan smiled lightly. People often say that falling flowers are caused by flowing water by mistake, but I don’t know whether the falling flowers are caused by flowing water by mistake, or whether the falling flowers are caused by flowing water by mistake. Is it better to be ruthless or affectionate? Who can tell clearly?
A sense of astringency welled up in my heart, and the memory I shared with Mo Yan was still so clear.
"Jingwan, I just want to accompany you for one more journey!" Mo Yan's voice was still so warm, with a hint of tenderness.
Ning Jingwan suddenly didn't want to refuse, even though her righteous husband was not far behind her, watching all this coldly!
What flower in this world does not need sunshine and rain? What person in this world does not need dreams and emotions? The past between Mo Yan and himself is a memory that can never be forgotten!
Jingjing Wan ignored the various glances behind her and smiled at him. People can't stay sober all the time. She liked it when she was half drunk and half awake like this. In front of Feng Junhan, she indulged her emotions.
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What she is about to face is a thrilling battle for wealth. Only Mo Yan, a pure man, is not here for his own wealth!
He has always lived a free and easy life, and the wealth that shines brightly in the eyes of the world is not that important to him!
Only in front of Mo Yan could she express her emotions unscrupulously, and only Mo Yan could deeply understand the unforgettable attachment between herself and her grandfather.
That song is still fresh in my memory.
When he was fourteen years old, before his grandfather left home, he promised Jingwan that he would come back to celebrate her fourteenth birthday with her. Unexpectedly, it rained heavily and blocked his grandfather's way home.
Jingwan still spent her birthday that year amidst the prosperity and splendor, but without her grandpa's company, everything was eclipsed.
It's Mo Yan. Mo Yan has been accompanying Jing Wan, but he can't comfort Jing Wan's lonely heart.
Feeling sad, Ning Jing Wan wrote this song, "Missing Family Song", Mo Yan played it, and she sang it. This was the beauty that the two of them had shared, and no one could erase it!
After the birthday that year, grandpa returned to Jinxiu Villa. Jingwan angrily ignored her grandpa for half a month. Grandpa came every day to coax Jingwan, saying that Wan'er was his little princess and nothing was more important than Wan'er.
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Thinking of these warm moments from the past, they were just ordinary at the time. Ning Jingwan was smiling, but tears were falling like rain.
Mo Yan stepped forward and brushed away the tears on Jingwan's face as he did when he was a child, his eyes full of pity!
"Jing Wan!" Jiang Nanyan's soft call brought Jing Wan back from her thoughts.
Tranquility Wan smiled sadly and turned around decisively, leaving behind a place of loneliness and loneliness. Mo Yan, thank you for accompanying me through the darkest moment of my life. I will always remember you!
Looking at the night sky, the cold bright moon, I seem to see my grandpa smiling at me, "Wan'er, my Wan'er!"
Young Jingwan sometimes thinks of her father and mother, and occasionally asks why she is not accompanied by her father and mother. At this time, her grandfather will tell her that life always has incomplete beauty because of regrets. If flowers bloom all year round,
How can you taste the different tastes of cold and warm when the breeze is bright and the moon is bright?
How could Jingwan understand this at that time? She looked at her grandpa with a pair of big, ignorant eyes, and her grandpa smiled, "Wan'er, you will understand when you grow up!"
Ning Jingwan closed her eyes, Grandpa, thank you for giving me eighteen years of carefree and happy time!
Because of you, no matter whether the opponent is weak or strong, I have never been afraid, just because I know that there is always your earnest gaze behind me!
Feng Junhan watched Jing Wan slowly walking towards him, with clear eyes and an intoxicating smile on her lips, looking at Jing Wan tenderly.
Jingwan came to his side and whispered: "Your Majesty!"
"Jingwan, it's very cold. Don't run out alone at night!" He was surprisingly gentle!