Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 236 The White Moonlight Imprisoned in the Past Life 6
Wen Fuzhi pondered, and finally looked at her: "Lingyao, everything is fine except this." Or, I can also marry you.

"Why don't you count what you say? Just now you were brazen and you can say whatever you want, but now you reject me. Wen Zhizhi, how many words are true?"

Shen Lingyan was annoyed, and glared at him, playing childlike, picked up the piano, snorted, and turned to leave.

The flowing skirt drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, slightly touching his dark blue robe.

Wen Fuzhi pursed his lips, and pulled her wrist deeply, through the clothes.

Seeing her turn around, she looked angry again.

He wanted to let go, but he was afraid of her leaving, so he lowered his voice and discussed with her: "I'll let you go, listen to my explanation, okay?"

Shen Lingyan hesitated, raised her eyelashes to look at him, saw that his expression was serious, then lowered her eyelashes slowly, and saw his hand holding her wrist.

Wen Fuzhi practiced martial arts, and there were large and small scars on his hands, which were hideously twisted, especially on the thumb. Previously, a secret guard wanted to assassinate Wen Fuzhi who was drunk.

After drinking, Wen Fuzhi's reaction speed was a little slower than usual. He didn't react quickly, so he was slashed.

The thumb on his left hand was almost chopped off. Although he had undergone many treatments by famous doctors, the scar could not be removed, and the nerve of the thumb was also damaged. In other words, the thumb was not flexible enough to hold the sword.

This is Wen's pain point.

Shen Lingyan hummed, but Wen Fuzhi drank the wine, her cheeks were blush, as if she hadn't reacted yet, she yelled: "What are you doing grabbing me, Wen Fuzhi!"

"I..." Wen Fuzhi doesn't drink very well, but he has a strong appetite for food. He shook his head, and the alcohol he exhaled smelled like peach blossoms. His eyes were reddish. He looked at Shen Lingyan obsessively: "Ling Yan ..."

Shen Lingyan bit her lip and kicked him.

Wen Fuzhi staggered, didn't stand firmly, and fell back directly.

With a bang, the whole person fell to the ground. He was still awake, with his arms propped by his side, and his upper body slightly stood up.

Her hair was tied up and fell to the ground.

Mr. Pianpian is unparalleled in the world.

Shen Lingyan hesitated for a while, she pursed her lips, knelt down and looked at her, her voice softened.

"Brother Su Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Fuzhi smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke her cheek slightly, Shen Lingyan subconsciously dodged back, but in the end she still didn't dodge.

Repeat: "Speak!?"

Wen Fuzhi pulled the corners of his lips, smiled lightly, there seemed to be light in his eyes, and he looked at the moon.

"I don't know who our Lingyao will marry in the future."

"Naturally, marry the person you like." Shen Lingyan looked at him carefully, and said solemnly word by word.

"The person you like?"

Shen Lingyan put the piano beside her and sat beside Wen Fuzhi, with her chin propped on her palm and a smile on her lips.

"Brother Su Zhi, what about you, will you marry the person you like as your wife in the future?"

Wen Fuzhi smiled, a little bit bitterly: "No."

"Why?" Shen Lingyan looked at him puzzled.

Wen Fuzhi just smiled and patted the back of her head: "Xiao Lingyao, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."

Wen Fuzhi's identity is responsible, if he wants to marry the person he likes as his wife, he will be afraid.

What are you afraid of?

He was afraid that his wife would not even have freedom, that his wife would worry about him all day long, and even more afraid that he would not even be able to guarantee his wife's life.

Since ancient times, the higher the status, the more cautious you should be in everything. Even if it is a sentence, you have to think twice before speaking.

He has someone he likes, but he doesn't want to marry her to be considered his favorite, he wants her to be safe.

Just be safe.

Shen Lingyan touched his frowning brows and tilted her head: "Daddy also likes to frown, and you like it too. Do you have so many troubles?"

"In other words, since it is already a worry, why bother to trap yourself in it. You can't change whether you are sad or happy, so why don't you just let it go?"

Wen Fuzhi: "Xiao Lingyao is right."

"you're drunk."

Wen Fuzhi tilted his head and just touched her forehead. The petite man cried out in pain, and covered his forehead with tears in his eyes.

Wen Fu's eyelashes drooped, his eyes touched her lips, and he couldn't look away anymore.

In the quiet night, there was only a low and sexy sound of Adam's apple slipping.

Wen Fuzhi's eyes were slightly distracted, and he gently raised his chin, wanting to kiss her.

Shen Lingyan blinked, then stood up abruptly: "Wen Fuzhi! You are shameless!"

Shen Lingyan was angry and anxious, snorted angrily, raised her foot and kicked him in the chest, and ran back to the boudoir with Qin in her arms.

Wen Fuzhi still stayed where he was, he was stunned for a moment, he realized what he was doing, he was a little ashamed, seeing her so angry, he found it funny again, like a rabbit who was cornered and turned into anger from embarrassment.

Can't help but laugh out loud.

The moonlight faded, became secretive, and retreated, blowing away his laughter.

………………

The next day.

Today's snow seems to be falling more heavily. There are few people setting up stalls on the street. The heavy snow is spread all over the ground, and it is very deep in the middle of the calf.

Shen Lingyan lifted the car curtain and glanced at Piaoxue.

Taochun took out the scarf made of a white fox that Wen Fu hunted not long ago, put it on Shen Lingyan thoughtfully, and whispered to her.

"Miss, it's windy outside, don't blow you into a cold."

"How can I be so weak?"

Shen Lingyan snorted dissatisfiedly, stretched out a hand, and the snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand and melted instantly.

"Look at this snow, it melts quickly." Shen Lingyan chuckled.

Taochun joked: "Maybe it's Xue, who also likes you, Miss."

"Your mouth is a coincidence." Shen Lingyan withdrew her hand: "It is possible that all things are sentient."

"Call-"

The carriage stopped suddenly, and the people inside couldn't sit still and almost hit the sedan chair.

"What's going on!?" Tao Chun protected Shen Lingyan, and after the carriage stopped, he opened the curtain and said to the driver with a straight face.

"This...slave deserves to die. This little beggar rushed out suddenly, and this servant couldn't dodge in time, so he accidentally bumped into the eldest lady." The coachman was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed.

Taochun didn't look at the little beggar seriously, his expression was still bad, but he took out a bunch of copper coins from his sleeve and threw them in front of the beggar.

"Go quickly."

The weather was too cold, the little beggar was wearing thin clothes, his body was still ragged, old and torn, his fingers were like bamboo shoots, black and long, and there were many wounds.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and seemed to tremble when he touched the copper coin.

"Why don't you leave!?"

Seeing that the little beggar still refused to give way, Taochun intensified her tone, and her face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing this, the driver bent his back, trying to drag the little beggar away.

At this time, Shen Lingyan got off the carriage and took off the veil.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the little beggar, and his sweet voice was soft, like the warm sun in this cold winter day.

"what happened?"

(End of this chapter)