Chapter 332 The bridge leads back to the bridge, the road leads back to the road
The little fox nestled in Chu Yue's arms boredly, wearing a pink robe that was very inconsistent with his temperament, and a big fluffy tail behind it, and shook it several times with great pride.
The carriage drove smoothly through Chang'an City, and the people on both sides of the long street had already gathered around, with blazing and worshipful lights in their eyes.
At the court banquet, she became famous in one battle.
From then on, Ye Sanye of Chang'an became famous all over the world!
The wind howled past my ears.
From behind, a familiar voice suddenly came.
"Ayue..."
"Ayue!"
Several people in the carriage looked at each other.
Xue Cheng glanced at Chu Yue before saying, "It's Prince Chen."
Xiaobao lifted the car curtain and looked outside.
At the end of the street, I saw a man in rich clothes, with a panicked look and pale hair, running wildly as if he had lost his soul.
In his eyes, there was no more royal etiquette, no more astonished Chang'an people, only the carriage drifting away.
It was like the light in his life was about to disappear between heaven and earth.
He has a very strong intuition. If he does not catch up, his life will be lost forever.
Xuanyuan Chen gasped for breath, moved his legs with all his strength, and ran down Chang'an Street.
The carriage never stopped, and he was chasing after it.
Finally, the carriage stopped in front of Ye Mansion, and Chu Yue walked down holding her fox.
As soon as Shen Qingfeng got off the carriage, he heard Xue Cheng's voice, "Brother Shen, your foot is sprained."
He stretched out his hand towards Shen Qingfeng.
Shen Qingfeng gritted his teeth and was about to leave, but somehow he helped Xue Cheng get out of the carriage.
At this time, Xuanyuan Chen, who had been running all the way from the palace, fell down and fell down at Chu Yue's feet. His forehead hit the ivory, causing the skin to break and blood to flow.
He raised his head, his handsome face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot and red.
The majesty of a country's crown prince was completely gone, and he was left in a state of desolation and embarrassment.
Chu Yue seemed not to notice, and raised her feet to walk towards the mansion, but the hem of her skirt was tightly grasped by a hand with sharp joints.
Xuanyuan Chen seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and refused to let go.
He said painfully: "I was wrong. You have always been the only one in my heart. It was because I didn't see my heart clearly and because I was obsessed with it. Ah Yue, don't leave... As you said, you only love
Mine, you only want to marry me. Don’t you want me anymore?”
Chu Yue looked down at him from a high position, her expression as cold as frost, and she was not moved at all.
The aloofness derived from his bones and the alienation and indifference in his eyes made Xuanyuan Chen's heart completely sink.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is shameless and shameless. From now on, bridges will return to bridges and roads will return to roads."
Finished.
Chu Yue walked into Ye Mansion without hesitation, without any trace of emotion.
The hem of the skirt gradually pulled away from Xuanyuan Chen's hand and went away.
Xuanyuan Chen looked at her back, his eyes widening in horror, but the words he had said five years ago echoed in his ears.
——Miss Ye San doesn’t know how to behave. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road.
The surrounding people were very sad, some of them had witnessed it with their own eyes.
A few years ago, His Royal Highness the Prince rode his horse and whipped his whip, and Miss Ye San was dragged along, her blood dripping on Chang'an Street.
Now, time has passed, and His Highness the Crown Prince is the one prostrate on the ground, begging miserably.
Xuanyuan Chen frowned tightly, and his lowered hands were trembling.
He closed his eyes and roared in despair.
"Brother Prince, you must become Yueyue's husband. Yueyue only loves you."
"Brother Prince, even if I die for you, it would be an honor for me."
Xuanyuan Chen had a splitting headache.
The voices in his mind overlapped with Ye Chuyue's indifference, stimulating him like a thousand cuts.
Xuanyuan Chen held his head and fell to the ground, tears flowing from his eyes.
A luxurious carriage stopped, and the curtain opened, revealing the face of the Seventh Emperor.
"Bring His Royal Highness up."
Xuanyuan Chen was in a state of despair, like a walking corpse.
His face was dull, his eyes were empty, and tears were streaming down his face.
"You are a member of the royal family, how can you make noise in the long street? You are shameless, and your father is still shameless." The Seventh Emperor's Uncle scolded him sternly.
Xuanyuan Chen raised his head and said in despair: "Uncle Emperor, I seem to have personally pushed away a girl who loves me dearly."
The Seventh Emperor's uncle's expression changed and he fell silent.
...
In front of the gate of Ye Mansion, Xuecheng was about to follow Shen Qingfeng in when Shen Qingfeng closed the door suddenly, almost pinching Xuecheng.
Xuecheng touched his nose and smiled like a spring breeze.
He walked down the stairs.
When the crowd dispersed, they found a young girl with pretty features lingering for a long time.
"What's the matter?" Xue Cheng asked with a smile.
"I...I want to meet Mr. Shen..." The little girl's cheeks turned red.
Xue Cheng shook his fan and smiled casually, "I am Mr. Shen's godfather. If you need anything, please tell me."
Godfather?
The little girl was a little confused, then lowered her head and muttered: "A few days ago, I encountered bandits in the suburbs of the city. It was Mr. Shen who came to the rescue. I embroidered this sachet, and I also asked for this peace charm from Foyin Temple.
Yes, I want to give it to Mr. Shen."
"I'll give it to him for you."
"If that's the case, that would be great."
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, put the sachet and the peace charm in Xuecheng's hand, and ran away shyly.
Xue Cheng lowered his head and looked thoughtfully.
In the capital of Chang'an, young ladies who had not yet left the imperial court presented sachets and peace charms to each other, expressing their admiration for her.
Xue Cheng stared for a long time, and suddenly a strange golden flame ignited in his palm, burning the objects in his palm to ashes.