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Chapter 185 Watching the Rain Across the Street
A look of disdain flashed from the corner of Jimo Ze's eyes, the fragments creaked under his feet, and a ray of evil eyes showed from the side of his eyes, falling on Duanmu Yuhan's bowed posture, and said leisurely: "The marriage of the chief governor For big things, it is better to ask her personally, Yu Han thinks?"

"It's still the prince who knows the thoughts of his daughter's family. Yuhan is not as good as that." Duanmu Yuhan smiled elegantly, standing by the pavilion with a humble attitude, as cold as a jade carving.

Jim Moze also took another step forward, and whispered in Duanmu Yuhan's ear with a low smile, "I think she has some weight in your heart."

Jimoze stood in a deterrent posture, with his hands behind his back, standing indifferently and coldly on the left side of Duanmu Yuhan, the depth of his eyes was as cold as an ice pool.

"Since the chief governor is Yu Han's favorite woman, Yu Han should be the president." Duanmu Yuhan also stood coldly and arrogantly on the left side of Jimo Ze.

One faces the windy bamboo forest in the north, and the other faces the bright sunshine of the southern city.

The sunlight elongated the figures of the two, and they overlapped in the shade of the forest, and there was no dark tide surging.

"Yuhan, this king is most jealous of others touching my three things. Do you know which three things?" Jimo Ze suddenly smiled indifferently, turned his head sideways, and pierced Duanmu Yuhan's brown pupils sharply, reaching directly to the condensed eyes. a little bit.

"Yuhan is dull and doesn't know." Duanmu Yuhan always had a perfect smile that was as light and elegant as orchid, and he couldn't pick out any flaws.

"Horse. Men. Women."

Facing the one-meter-white sunlight picked out by the director of the eaves of the pavilion, Jimoze stood with his hands behind his back, and slowly, word by word, he spoke.

His face was as cold as a cone, piercing to the bone, but also tenacious crawling in the snow, as if the fire was about to burst out of the turbulent ice, subverting all the original inherent barriers in an instant, raising the wind Burned the flames to the sky thousands of miles high, fierce and scorching.

Duanmu Yuhan's expression also moved slightly.

He stood on the spot, his gaze was gloomy, and he looked at the bamboo forest where the leaves were blowing with the wind, and three or five white pigeons disappeared without a trace.

The sunlight cast pouring shadows on his side face, and waxed shadows at the corners of his beautiful eyes.Condensed into a thick light, unable to sneak into his eyes.

After a long time, he said with restraint as if returning to the light: "Yu Han made a note."

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and the clouds in the sky have changed from purple, red and indigo to colorful colors. The crimson sunset slowly rises to the gray and black side, and the sound of wind and birds chirp through the dark loneliness before night falls.

The figures of the two were dyed red and gold by the sunset glow, making them look extraordinarily vivid.

In the sky, the pale moon has risen up faintly.

Finally, Jimoze stood enough, and ignored the old man who was already pale, and said coldly: "The night is coming, and the king is going home. The old man pays attention to the dew in the night, and rests earlier. "

Kowtowing in a panic, the old Duke answered "Yes" with lowered eyes, and sent someone to send Jimo Ze out of the mansion.

Returning late, the sparrows are singing deeply, the white dove has already entered the nest, the bamboo forest is deep, and the path leads to seclusion.

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The starry sky is dotted with stars and stars, and the sky changes as soon as it is said. When Shui Yanqing found out that the moonlight had faded, strings of raindrop curtains had been hung outside the eaves of the attic, and the misty misty rain was woven into one piece.

The light rain on Qingjie Street moistens things like crisps, and the neon lights are green and flickering in it.

But one or two lights penetrated through, and the fog came through, like a dream but not a dream.

Shuiyan got up slowly, and walked in the corridor of vermilion flower carvings, standing without makeup, looking at the color of misty rain, slowly lost in thought.

The misty rain in Saibei is very broad, often rolling up thousands of miles of sand and dust, and they are stubborn to the death and will not give up until they rise to the sky.

And this light rain in Chang'an is obviously much gentler.

The beaded rain curtain was intertwined and intertwined to form a cloud of smoke, covering her whole body, like a melody in the fairyland of Penglai, rich like brocade, yet thin like ice.

Her short ear-length hair has turned into long hair with the passage of time, but she doesn't want to pull it up like other daughters, but just spread it out with the wind at will, without restraint.

She doesn't wear any powder or pearls, but stands without makeup, standing in the faint evening breeze, with icy silk sleeves, and her plain belt blows with the wind.

The drizzle that sneaked in with the wind hit her eyebrows and eyes, dripping wet, crystal clear.

Through the mist covered by the rain curtain, she vaguely saw a pavilion across the street.

In the pavilion, there is also a pure and elegant figure.

The figure was as tall as a pine tree, as elegant as a bamboo, with delicate bones and a clear demeanor, standing slowly on the edge of the railing of the long pavilion.The wind picked up his elegant hair and clothes, fluttering and dancing in the dark wind and rain, and the rain was like falling flowers, falling on the skirt of the clothes, and the corners of the clothes were slightly wet.

The raindrops smeared the sky and made it cool, and the bluestone alleys were like shadows.

He stood silently, raised his glass suddenly, and stretched out his jade fingers into the wind and rain in the gesture of inviting the bright moon.

The rain fell lightly into his wine glass, splashed a few drops of greenery, and fell on his fingertips.

He didn't take back his hand, but stood up against the wind, smiled deeply, looked at the person on the attic, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a beautiful poem in the rain, in her ear , Shouting and singing.

Shuiyan looked at Duanmu Yuhan blankly, in his eyes, there seemed to be a vast ocean, bottomless, but he allowed her to wander in it, sinking forever.

Received her gaze, Duanmu Yuhan smiled deeply and elegantly, and slowly drank the clear rain and wine in the cup in one gulp.

At the bottom of the glass and bottle, not a drop of fine wine remains.

Shui Yanqing's eyes moved slightly, and she couldn't help taking a step forward, but her skin touched the icy spring rain, and she dodged and shrank back a little angrily.

There was a trace of panic flashing in her eyes.

This caused a doting smile on his lips, like a white snow lotus first blooming in the ice and snow, not dazzling, but captivating.

But she could hear a bright red peony flower blooming by the corner of the wall.

The rain, like a mist, dragged and tore between the two of them, deep in the dusk, bit by bit, it seemed to penetrate into each other's heart, and it seemed to be lingering, lingering for a long time.

Shuiyan looked at the scorching gaze from the pavilion, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

In the same night sky, one is in the bright and boundless desert, and hydrangeas are still blooming on his cheeks.

One, but on such a melancholy rainy night, she and him are separated by a street, and when he invites him to drink, although she moves slightly, she is more disappointed.

If, last night, that person's back didn't look so much like him.

If, all encounters are coincidences, not deliberate arrangements.

in case……

But no if.

Just like she can no longer hear Jiang Zi's poisonous tongue, the only consolation is that wolf-proof artifact.

many things.All in vain.

The neon lights were shining, and the rain curtain was deep. She turned around and entered the house.

He didn't hear, a sigh as she turned around.

She didn't see it either, his eyes were dim.

The rain is still there, and it keeps falling.

　The wretched author appeared at this moment with a rice bowl on his head, asking for tickets, collecting, and subscribing to the bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)