Ruanjiaobao was forced to marry by Lord Hou again

Chapter 117 First Meeting
The moonlight is beautiful tonight.Although it has entered summer, there are still bursts of cool air at night. With the cold and bright moonlight, the whole body and mind cast aside the haze of the past few days in an instant, and become immortals with ease.

Ye Lingwu held the chess book and looked under the flower window, flipping through a few pages absent-mindedly, her thoughts gradually drifting away.

Since that dream, it has always been longer and shorter. She is always worried, always deliberately avoiding someone and alienating someone.

Originally, she thought that Shen Ci was a libertine, such a young man would marry anyone, and "she" could do bad things for Shen Ci, she was so stupid and dizzy.

But now, Ye Lingwu doesn't think so anymore, but Shen Ciwan is not romantic, he has his own ideas, he does whatever he wants, and is never influenced by his parents and family.

The one who can make Shen Ci willingly marry into the family must be the one he likes and admires.

While Ye Lingwu was wandering, there was a sudden knock on the door, Ye Lingwu answered, the door squeaked, and Rongxiu walked in quickly from outside.

It wasn't until he got close to Ye Lingwu that he said, "Girl, the second son asked you to meet in the west courtyard."

Ye Lingwu was confused for a while before she realized: "It's so late, and he still came to look for me?"

Rongxiu looked conflicted and said: "Yes, girl, originally the servant wanted to refuse, but the second young master also said that tonight it is you and Ji, so I just wanted to say a few words to you, and the servant asked if you still remembered Violate the promise of Moon City."

Breaking the promise of Moon City...

Ye Lingwu suddenly remembered what Shen Ci said to her that night, and her cheeks flushed.

She has been to the west courtyard of Ningbeihou Mansion twice, the place is not big, except for the two corridors, there are some flowers and trees that only bloom in spring and winter, walking slowly along the garden, there is a terrace in the past.

The terrace is the best place to enjoy flowers in summer and winter, and it is also very beautiful to enjoy the snow overlooking the whole west courtyard after it snows in deep winter.

As soon as Ye Lingwu got off the corridor, she saw a young man in red standing alone on the balcony with fluttering sleeves from a distance.

This is where they first met.

Ye Lingwu lifted her skirt up the stone steps, and the midsummer breeze blew up the broken hair at her temples, and the flowers that bloomed in winter were all blooming gorgeously at this moment.

Stepping on the terrace, Shen Ci seemed to hear the footsteps. Looking back, Ye Lingwu could see clearly through the moonlight, and her heart skipped a beat.

The boy's pupils are as deep as the night, and it is rare for him to stand there quietly. His long body is tall and tall in a brick-red robe with dark gold silk patterns. Compared with the flirtatious dandy when we first met, he is much more restrained at this moment, and he is a little more energetic .

Looking at each other, Shen Ci's heart throbbed, but he didn't lower his eyes shyly like the boy, but looked over intently.

The girl combed all her bangs up today, her figure is upright and slim, she is wearing a light purple neon dress, which complements her skin like snow and jade, and her eyes are full of waves.

Ye Lingwu walked up to the terrace slowly, stopped three meters away from Shen Ci, and said, "What is the second son looking for me today?"

Shen Ci pursed his lips, and replied: "I haven't congratulated my cousin Jiji today." He took out a long brocade box from his pocket, "This is a gift I prepared for you."

Ye Lingwu took it, and opened it to see that it was a Zihao brush. She saw that the tip was exquisite and expensive, but... her handwriting was scolded by Master Wei several times, and all the girls in the school laughed at it when they saw it. Without such a good pen, to her, it would be like flowers stuck in cow dung.

"You don't like it?" Seeing Ye Lingwu's flat reaction, Shen Ci didn't know what to do. This was the first time he gave a girl a gift. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't decide to leave the article until he heard Mr. Shen Chongwen secretly brought it from his study.

Ye Lingwu clasped the side of the brocade box unconsciously with her fingertips, and replied, "I like it."

After all, she felt too dry again, and deliberately asked: "Did the Second Young Master invite me here just to give me a pen?"

"Of course not." Shen Ci took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "I said earlier that the girl I like is going to marry back home. I like my cousin, but I don't know what my cousin thinks about me?"

Shen Ci stole a look at the girl, the night was dark, she frowned slightly, her eyes were like autumn water, her face was serious thinking.

After a while, she heard her say: "Second Young Master, can you tell me what do you like about me?" If it's just the appearance, she would never dare to think about it.

Hearing the words, Shen Ci recalled the polo match in Shunchang Prince's Mansion that day, the usually gentle and dignified Ye Lingwu's reckless appearance on the horse, but then he thought that it was just because of this reason and it was not accurate.

After thinking for a long time, he said: "If there is a reason for admiration in the world, there are so few lovers in the world. I don't know where the love comes from and the love is deep. I was not restrained by my parents since I was a child. I thought about starting a family, but since that day when I heard you say, "Be engaged to marry someone, take care of your husband and raise your children", I have always wanted to be able to raise your husband and raise your children with you."

Ye Lingwu stared at him blankly, a feeling of warmth grew in her heart that had been cold for a long time, but she still maintained her rationality in a trance: "What about the Cheng family girl, the second aunt likes the Cheng family very much, then you..."

"You also said that it was my mother, not me," Shen Ci interrupted, and then explained, "The reason why the Cheng family and their daughter are visiting today is because the two families are old friends, nothing else. Not too much contact."

"Really? But I heard that you and her were brothers and sisters when you were young?" Ye Lingwu retorted in a low voice. She didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, but she just couldn't hold back.

Sure enough, Shen Ci's face changed suddenly, and his brows were tightly frowned: "Who told you? This happened many years ago, can it be the same now as before?"

"..." It is indeed different, but you are in a hurry.

"I know my cousin has scruples, but don't listen to people's words. I will do what I am determined to do. I believe in my own feelings, and I hope my cousin can believe me too."

"I believe in you, but I haven't forgotten that your words and deeds are inconsistent."

Ye Lingwu looked at Shen Ci with burning eyes, and said seriously: "I understand the second son's intentions, and I am not without a bit of love for you, but I have also said that the distance between you and me is like cloud and mud, separated by a long distance. I have experienced cold and warm since I was a child, and my stomach is full of sneaks but I have no ability. To me, affection is just a layer of paper, and I dare not bet that it can carry a thousand weights."

Shen Ci was silent, and Ye Lingwu said again: "I can only reply to the second son's liking. In this world, only those who agree with what they say and what they say are worthy of devotion."

Shen Ci paused for a moment, then smiled relievedly: "I knew my cousin still remembered my going to the restaurant, and yes, people whose words and deeds are different really cannot be trusted."

After finishing speaking, he took out a purse from his sleeve, handed it to Ye Lingwu, and said, "This is for my cousin."

Ye Lingwu was startled, took the purse and turned it over to look at it. The stitching of the purse was very good, the embroidery was exquisite and detailed, especially the two love-loving mandarin ducks on the purse, which were even more lifelike.

"Why did you suddenly give me a purse?" Ye Lingwu was puzzled.

"It wasn't all of a sudden. When I returned to Beijing, I wanted to give my cousin a purse."

As he said that, Shen Ci lifted up his thin brocade robe, revealed the purse embroidered by Ye Lingwu around his waist, and said with the corner of his mouth hooked: "My cousin is so busy every day in Yu Town and embroidered one for me. I don't care what I do." Not a gift in return."

Ye Lingwu said submissively: "You always carry this purse?"

With his hands behind his back, Shen Ci gave an arrogant "hmm", not at all frustrated by the rejection of his confession.

Ye Lingwu laughed, her hanging heart relaxed, and she replied: "But the purse I gave you is not a punishment, how can it be a gift?"

Shen Ci raised his hand and scratched the tip of Ye Lingwu's nose, and snorted: "I said you are really stupid, I didn't intend to tell the old lady about it that day."

The young man's aura scattered from the tip of her nose, Ye Lingwu lowered her eyes with blushing cheeks, and hung her purse around her waist to hide it, she didn't have a robe, so the purse hanging around her waist was very eye-catching.

After hanging up, Ye Lingwu's face almost calmed down, and then she said to Shen, "Thank you, Second Young Master."

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows, leaned down to get closer, and said softly, "You really want to thank me?"

Ye Lingwu didn't answer first, but raised her head to meet Shen Ci's fox eyes full of sly smiles, and took a step back indistinctly, "Thank you verbally, okay?"

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and said in a helpless tone: "Ye Lingwu, you girl learned from Mother Xuan very well, and you really understand Ruyi's calculations."

Ye Lingwu was ashamed and choked.

Shen Ci sighed lazily, and said: "It doesn't matter, you can thank me verbally."

Ye Lingwu raised her head suddenly, blessed her body, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Second Young Master, for your purse."

Xia Ri knew that it was noisy in the ears every day, and the cool wind blowing slowly at night as before, and the fiery sincerity exuded from the young man made the whole night no longer monotonous.

(End of this chapter)