The cold young master's exquisite wife

Yan Weier's uneasiness that happened by chance disappeared without a trace the next day Feng Chuyang was drunk.

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Weier and Jasmine returned from a walk on the banks of the Moon River as usual.The two lived very regularly and frugally.

Breakfast is still porridge, steamed buns, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

Feng Chuyang hadn't come for several days, but he came again this morning.He asked people to pass it on, and when he got the answer, he entered the main room with his hands behind his back.

He also wore a moon white shirt, very simple men's clothes.He seldom wears this color, but this color makes him look much younger and cleaner despite being less expensive.

He tied up a simple bun, and the dark black hair was not set off by the golden crown, but it was smoother and more graceful. Even Jasmine's eyes lit up, and she sighed in her heart, if it weren't for this son's evil intentions, he would be a handsome and handsome man. figure.

Really, it's a pity for such a good skin.

At this time, Feng Chuyang's eyes did not have hostility and hypocrisy, nor did they have the cloudy bloodshot eyes after drinking, but a pair of clean and clear eyes, as fresh and delightful as the morning air this morning.

He politely asked if he could have a meal together, and he took his seat just after getting permission.

He still shared old stories with Yan Weier, he was gentle and elegant, and even brought some elegance and handsomeness.It's hard to imagine that such a person once controlled the capital industry and did many unconscionable things.

In the harmonious atmosphere in the morning, everyone had dinner at the same table, unaware that the woman at the table was captured by his design.Suddenly people have a certain illusion that this is the most ordinary family, he is a simple and honest husband, and she is a gentle and gentle wife.

Peace and prosperity, live and work in peace and contentment.

"If I retreat back to the capital, will you go back with me and marry me?" When he asked, he just said marriage in a very ordinary way, not like in the past when he used to domineeringly mention the amazing title of "Prince and Concubine".

He is a bit dull, like ordinary people, a dull man expresses his heart to a woman he likes.

Yan Wei'er just took a sip of porridge and didn't answer immediately.She raised her black and white eyes and looked at him, as if she wanted to find a trace of joking in his eyes.

However, this is no joke.Clearly, he was serious.He also looked into her eyes, black and white are distinct, black is so deep black, white is so pure white.

After not hearing her answer for a long time, he laughed at himself: "I just said if."

If possible, Feng Chuyang hopes that he has never seen such a picture scroll, and he will never believe in the legend of "getting this woman, winning the world" again.

If possible, he would still be willing to be a man who only loves the country, and a woman is just an embellishment, as he had known many years ago.

However, no if.

He slipped deeper and deeper, and seemed to be walking towards a bottomless abyss. The most frightening thing was that he knew it was an abyss, but he still walked forward without hesitation.

After breakfast, Yan Wei'er stood up, with a brisk tone and a bright smile: "Okay, the sun has risen, it seems that it won't rain today."

Feng Chuyang also stood up: "Yeah, another day is about to start." He strode out of the courtyard, still before the door of the hospital, turned his face and smiled at her: "How could you be Yan Wuchen's younger sister?"

Yan Wei'er stood beside the vermilion lacquered pillar, her white clothes were like snow, her sleeves fluttering, she had a distant expression, half a smile but not a smile: "Who knows? Maybe it was born in the wrong place."

Maybe born in the wrong place.Feng Chuyang thought, turned and went out.If he was not born in an emperor's family, but just an ordinary citizen, wouldn't he be much more at ease than now?There is no need to intrigue, and there is no need to fight endlessly from birth.If it is not strong enough, it will be fished.

This is the truth he has understood since he was a child, so he must become strong.

He turned around and went out, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, heaved a long sigh of relief.In an instant, his eyes became sharp, his fists clenched tightly, and he punched the tree outside the courtyard with a "bang", causing the leaves to fall.

The news came that the army outside the Great Wall had captured Qin Chi, Yue Hui, Mo Ya and other important places, and the imperial court urgently summoned Feng Chuyang back to the capital.Seeing that Feng Chuyang's army had defeated Ji Lian's troops in a row, the volunteers from all over the country had disappeared, but now they raised their heads one after another.

Due to internal and external troubles, Feng Chuyang was about to attack Shaanxi again, but he was suddenly told that the grain and grass caught fire and turned into ashes.

At the same time, Ji Lian's soldiers and horses counterattacked, defeated each of them, and regained the lost ground.A massive battle has come to an end.

Since Feng Chuyang led the army, he had never been defeated so badly.But if it continues like this, a big defeat is inevitable.To retreat decisively, of course, also requires great courage.But retreating at this time, if Ji Lian pursues the victory, he will suffer heavy losses.

Feng Chuyang made a decision.On the one hand, some soldiers and horses were sent back to Shaanxi to build momentum, pretending to attack the city, so that Ji Lian could only defend.On the other hand, the army retreated in batches, and when the retreat was almost complete, the troops who built up momentum withdrew again in order to minimize losses.

At night, Feng Chuyang came lightly.

It is still the cool moon white shirt that day, the hair crown has been removed, clean and calm.He came to Yan Wei'er's camp and was passed around before he entered.

When he entered the tent, Jasmine and Anu were waiting outside the tent.Inside, there was only Yan Weier alone.It was as if she knew he was coming.

He was in great spirits that night and invited Yan Weier to go out to enjoy the moon.Unexpectedly, Yan Weier agreed.

The wind this night is exceptionally cool, but it doesn't feel too cold.The sky is like water, the stars are twinkling, and the moon is like a hook.

Feng Chuyang's eyebrows and eyes became more elegant, and his expression was quite different from Yan Wei'er's expression when he first met.

"Wei'er," he whispered.

This time, Yan Wei'er didn't correct him again, but just replied shallowly, so small that it was lost in the sound of cicadas singing in late summer and early autumn.

"You come back to the capital with me, and we'll get married, okay?" His voice was as gentle as a mountain stream, gurgling.

Yan Wei'er didn't answer directly, she looked up at the dark blue sky, and after a while, she sighed leisurely: "In this world, every fate is destined. Just like my unborn child, I heard that people die , there will be one more star in the sky, which star should he be at this moment?"

"You mean, you don't hate Jilianbieno anymore? Is that what you mean?" He asked cautiously, but with an inquiring look and tone.My heart suddenly ached.

Yan Wei'er is like a pearl that has been washed away from the mud and filth and glows brilliantly. She has a clear mind. The one she doesn't hate may be the man in front of her who caused her to lose her child.

Tonight, or the last time they talk.From now on, he is still the aloof third prince, and she is still Mrs. Ji Lian.The mountains are high and the water is far away, and there is no intersection.

Because of her open-mindedness tonight, she looked particularly gentle and watery: "In short, you remember, if one day you get what you want, please treat it kindly."

She was talking about Jiangshan, hoping that he would benefit the common people.

What he was thinking of was a woman, among thousands of people, he finally found her.This made him understand that there was something more important than Jiangshan, which was the love that was sleeping in his heart.

If he can get her, he will treat her kindly throughout his life and never break his promise.

"Wei'er." Feng Chuyang stood facing the wind, with his hands behind his back, standing tall and strong like a pine tree: "It feels so good to eat at the table with you."

Yan Wei'er smiled, and her hair was blown up by the wind: "If you let go of your obsession and see more beautiful things, you will feel better. Jiangshan is not the only one."

She turned out to be like an old monk, talking about profound Zen principles, ready to save him for a ride.

"Jiangshan is indeed not the only one. I only have one wish now, I hope to have dinner with you until I die of old age."

There was no more sincere expression than this, Feng Chuyang looked at her burningly, her hair was blown to his chest by the wind, giving off a faint fragrance.

"It's night, I'm resting." She turned and left, saying goodbye to him with a peerless demeanor, speaking the most plain words.

The moment she turned around, she smiled at him slightly, not too warmly but tenderly.This is the last smile, she thought.

Her figure gradually disappeared in the deep, dark night.She didn't look back to see the tears streaming down his face.

Jasmine and Anu waited anxiously, seeing Yan Wei'er coming back, they couldn't help but rushed forward.

"I'm really afraid that you might be in danger." Jasmine affectionately held Yan Wei'er's hand: "It'll be fine if you come back."

"What danger can I be in?" Yan Wei'er entered the tent, went to pour a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "Jasmine, we can go home tomorrow. Are you happy?"

"I'm happy, of course I'm happy." Jasmine was worried, "But the happier I am, the more anxious I am. Madam, tell me, will things go wrong?"

Yan Wei'er thought about it carefully, and there was no problem with every link, every step, as usual: "Are we too nervous?" When Jasmine said it, she also felt faintly uneasy.

The two fell asleep, tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep. They both opened their eyes wide, hoping that the sky would dawn soon.

At dawn, everything is different.

Yan Wei'er turned over and sat up in the dark night.Jasmine's bed wasn't far away, and she woke up startled all night. When she heard the noise, she said softly, "Madam, can't you fall asleep?"

"Jasmine, light the candle for me and bring me some copper coins." Yan Wei'er put on a dress and said, "Is Feng Chuyang a little strange recently? He keeps talking about getting married."

"It's not surprising that he mentioned the matter of getting married. It can be seen that he really admires Madam, but he has indeed acted a little differently recently." Jasmine held the lamp, and even Anu was woken up. She stood up and shook her head. Then he walked towards them.

"I took it lightly. How could he suddenly bring Yan Wuyue and Yan Wuyou here, and after meeting me face to face, he dismissed them without a trace? He was drunk that night..." Yan Wei'er took the copper plate handed over by Jasmine, and started divination in a familiar way.

It turned out to be a bad omen.

Yan Wei'er broke out in a cold sweat.

Jasmine was at the side, and seeing the fine sweat starting to break out from Madam's forehead, she said anxiously, "Madam, is there something wrong?"

Yan Wei'er carefully studied the hexagrams, her brows were deeply furrowed, and her complexion became paler and paler.