Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 1120 [Flower Face] Bitter Love and Crazy Love

"Young master, take a break, you have been drawing for a long time."

Huarong lifted her foot and walked in, her eyes caught sight of the ethereal painting, with a few lines of poetry in the lower right corner, revealing a slight injury.

I search for you thousands of times, from sunrise to dusk
I am ups and downs
I have searched for you thousands of times, another year of prosperity and decline

But you're never in dimly lit places
Young master, have you never given up on forgetting her, and have you been looking for her?

Dugu Shang took the tea and took a sip, then said in a low voice: "She has been with me for a year, but now, I can't draw her face more and more, and all the paintings don't feel the same. Can't get out of her charm."

In his words, there is a strong sense of loneliness and melancholy.

Hua Rong wanted to say, Young Master, I will be by your side not just for a year, but facing that ethereal painting, she couldn't say anything.

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"Young master, you can guide me in martial arts. It's been a long time, and you haven't taught me how to practice martial arts."

Another day, Huarong stopped Dugushang in the courtyard with a long whip. Her martial arts were all taught by them, including elder brother, son, and brother Luo. It was true that she hadn't practiced martial arts with him for a long time.

When he lived in Weidu Villa, he had a lot of free time, but he spent all that time thinking about Princess Jiuxia.

She never wanted to take the initiative to ask what happened.

But this time, the son still rejected her.

"Let Feng Jianchou teach you." There was no second sentence.

Huarong was a little dazed looking at his back, but she didn't have the courage to speak to him again. When did he reject her thousands of miles away?
"Let's go, I still have research on soft weapons like long whips."

Feng Jianchou came out from behind her and said.

Huarong glanced at him, and refused indifferently, "No need."

Does she really want to ask about martial arts?
A faint self-mockery flashed in Huarong's eyes, and she walked away, went to the stable to lead her own horse, and went madly all the way to the green lake, it was summer, and the scenery of the green lake was even more beautiful.

She knew that there was a horse coming behind her, but she still refused to turn around.

(End of this chapter)