"Qing'er, have you really figured it out?" Luan Yuchen looked at her in surprise and joy.
"They are childhood sweethearts. He has no feelings for me, and I have no feelings for him. We are all just disobeying the emperor's orders. He married me against his will, and I was forced to marry him. In fact, he also
It's quite miserable. Not only did he endure my brutality and rudeness for three years, but he also made his beloved cousin lose her position as a concubine." Fang Qing said calmly. To her, she was just telling other people's stories.
The difference is that the owner of this story just let her borrow his body.
"Qing'er, but the person who suffers the most in my heart is you. Qing'er, eldest brother knows that you have always been kind, and eldest brother has always known it. Now that you can really think about it and see through it, eldest brother really feels for you.
Happy." His gentle pupils were shining with water. He knew that he could rest assured that his beloved sister would live very well from now on...
He looked at her with relief, held her gently in his arms with pity like a treasure, and slowly walked towards her new life and new starting point.
On the left side of the gate of Wangyue Tower, there is a simple and plain carriage, parked quietly at the dark corner. The pretty and nimble Chunxiang was waiting beside the carriage early.
When she saw Luan Yuchen coming with Fang Qing in his arms, she hurriedly ran over.
"Young Master, let me help you." Chunxiang wanted to help hug Fang Qing, but Luan Yuchen politely refused her offer.
"No need, Chunxiang, you'd better get on the carriage first and put the cushions in place to avoid the bumpy road for the third lady." Luan Yuchen gently ordered.
Chunxiang retracted her hands and said softly: "Go back to the young master, my servant has already prepared it." She opened the curtain of the carriage and asked Luan Yuchen to check.
Luan Yuchen smiled warmly and glanced at Chunxiang approvingly, "It's hard for Chunxiang to be interested." He gently carried Fang Qing into the carriage. "Qing'er, please wait a moment, brother will be back soon."
Fang Qing's pale eyes flashed with ripples. "Brother." She wanted to say something else, but Luan Yuchen patted her shoulder, shook his head, and signaled that she didn't need to say anything.
He stared at her lovingly, smiled and touched her head, and then lowered the curtain of the carriage. "Qing'er, take care!" The gentle voice whispered like the wind, was blown away by the wind.
Luan Yuchen turned around, took out a crystal clear jade pendant from the jewelry he wore around his waist, and handed it to Chunxiang's hand. "Miss Third, please ask Chunxiang to take good care of it. This is not worth a few dollars, just
I’ll give it to you, keep it and see.”
"Young Master, you cannot take this slave. Young Master--" Chunxiang held the jade pendant given by Luan Yuchen. Her palm had never been so heavy. She looked panicked and eagerly wanted to push it back to Luan Yuchen.
"Keep it." Luan Yuchen smiled softly.
His white clothes were fluttering, his black hair was flying, and he stepped towards the gate of Wangyue Tower.
Fang Qing, who was in the carriage, immediately lifted the curtain. She watched the tall and handsome figure gradually melt under the majestic door plaque and in the red light of the setting sun.
The white mist like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River seemed to have penetrated into her clear eyes at this moment. She dozed off and closed her eyes tightly. "Chunxiang, go in and take a look and see if there is anything you can help the young master clean up."
"
Chunxiang stood still.
"Chunxiang, why aren't you going?" Her tone was cold and stern, her eyes cold.
Chunxiang knelt down with a plop.
"Please don't abandon Chunxiang, Miss Third. Chunxiang will be obedient and listen to Miss Third in everything. Please don't chase Chunxiang away. Please, Miss Third."
Fang Qing's pale eyes opened slightly. She looked at Chunxiang with an eager expression and clear eyes. She couldn't help but rub her fingers on the car board. "Come up." She sighed softly.
"Thank you, Third Miss. Thank you, Third Miss." Chunxiang stood up excitedly. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, sniffed hard, then put her hands on the carriage's seat axis, pushed herself up, and jumped up.
Fang Qing lowered the car curtain calmly. "Let's go."
"Miss Third, where are we going?"
"Let's go to the Lingfo Hall first." Fang Qing said indifferently. She hugged her body with her arms and leaned diagonally on the soft cushion. She closed her eyes and said no more.
"Yes." Chunxiang waved her whip, and the horse immediately started galloping.
After the horse's hooves passed, smoke flew into the sky, blurring the eyes of passers-by.
A tall, handsome and thin figure fell gently on the road as the soot gradually dispersed. He was holding a folding fan and his eyes were icy blue.