The concubine's concubine is very charming

Chapter 183

Sima Xiangru was originally a gifted scholar at the time. Sure enough, he was the top three in high school and was named Fuzhou Governor. Delicate, young and beautiful, graceful and rich, Sima Xiangru was so happy to miss Shu, and occasionally mentioned Zhuo Wenjun to the prime minister's daughter, but he still had no intention of going home.
Time flies, and five years have passed.Wen Jun thought about it day and night, looking forward to her husband's family letter.Unexpectedly, what Pan came to was a family letter with thirteen numbers "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand".Wenjun read the letter repeatedly and understood what her husband meant. There is no "billion" in the number, which means that she has no "interest" for her. There is another meaning that we started from the beginning to the present, but the environment has changed, and we should return to the beginning from now look.

What Wenjun waited for was a piece of paper. Knowing that his heart became sad and indignant, he used this number to write a reply letter:
After a farewell, the two places love each other, talking about March and April, but who knows it will be five or six years.

The lyre is played inadvertently, the eight-element script cannot be passed on, and the nine-linked ring is broken from it.

The ten-mile long pavilion is eager to see.All kinds of complaints, thousands of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness.

A thousand words and a thousand words are endless, and one hundred is boring and rests on a railing.Chongjiu ascended the heights to see lonely geese, and the moon was round in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, but people were not round.

In July and a half, burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. In June, everyone shakes fans in the dog days, and I feel chills. In May, pomegranate blossoms are like fire, and cold rain waters the flowers. In April, loquats are yellow. I want to be distracted in the mirror. Flowing water, the kite line is broken in February, hey!Lang, Lang, I hope that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man."

Su Mo'er burst into laughter as she spoke.Looking at Su Moer's playful look, Chu Yichen felt a sore and distressed feeling in his heart. He raised his hand, and gently covered Su Moer's long hair that blocked her eyes behind his ears, wanting to gently hug her Holding her in her arms, she stopped in mid-air because of her body's resistance.

"Sima Xiangru read this numbered poem several times in a row. The more he read it, the more ashamed he felt, and the more he felt sorry for his wife who was so infatuated with him. Finally, he returned to his hometown in person in a four-horse cart, and wanted to pick Wenjun up. Going to Chang'an, but it's too late. Wen Jun left her this song "Baitou Yin""

Su Mo'er's eyes were shining, and at this moment she was concentrating on looking at Chu Yichen cunningly, like a naughty little fox clawing at the heart of the man who loved her with her little claws.

Chu Yichen's eyebrows were slightly frowned at first, but then he smiled faintly: "This story is interesting! It's just that Sima Xiangru is just a generation of literati, how can he compare with this king, and that Zhuo Wenjun is just a widow. It cannot be compared with my Mo'er."

After four or two words, a certain person passed by a word, but Su Mo'er didn't want to let go of this topic easily: "Since the prince asked me for words, why not hang this song "Baitou Yin" in the study." She picked up the rice paper on the table, dried the last ink stains with her mouth, and admired herself intoxicated, "Every word is written in a smart and elegant way, and it's just right to put it where you enter the door!"

Chu Yichen pursed his lips deeply, quickly covered up his inner emotions, and calmly looked into Su Mo'er's eyes: "Mo'er likes this poem so much, is it implying that this king will only love Mo'er from now on, and you are not allowed to Do you love other women again?"

Su Mo'er's face turned red, more than just blushing?Even the bases of her ears were red, "Stop being narcissistic!" As she said that, she swung her fist, but was caught in Chu Yichen's big palm.

"It's not impossible to let this king only spoil you." Chu Yichen thought for a while, and said seriously, "It's just that Mo'er has to show an attitude of fighting for favor, so that this king can clearly see Mo'er I deeply love this king's heart."

Su Mo'er's face turned green with anger. How could she have forgotten that this guy has a black heart and a black mouth? Although she can often make him angry, but other than that, she never took advantage of him. Most of the time They are all fumes blacked by him.

But when Su Mo'er twisted her neck and stared at the night sky outside the window, suddenly the sound of Guqin sounded in her ears.She looked back slowly in disbelief.Under the luster of the night pearl, Chu Yichen's complexion became more and more deep, his deep eyes were like a thousand-year-old lake, the surface was calm but contained great waves.His ink-dyed hair undulates slightly with the movement of his hands plucking the strings, and the clear voice with a unique texture in the melody leaking from his fingers is full of charm and charm.

"When you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget it. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.

Feng Fei soars, seeking phoenix from all corners of the world.Helpless beauty is not in the east wall.

Replace the piano with the language, chat and write from the bottom of my heart.When will I see Xu Xi, comfort me.

Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.If you can't fly, I will perish. "

Su Mo'er was once again stunned by the man in front of her.His eyes were deep, and he locked her in them firmly.Every note is full of infinite affection.His eyes were scorching, like a raging fire that was about to burn people, and the rhythm between his fingers was like red lotus karmic fire steaming up in this small world, and it became more and more intense, making her whole body surrounded by thick flames with.Gradually, the sound of the piano and the singing pushed her whole body into the center of the lake, creating slight ripples in the vast mist, which rippled unknowingly.She suddenly had a thought of running away, but was locked by his gaze, circled by his music and singing, and couldn't escape to the sky.

This was the first time Chu Yichen expressed his love to Su Mo'er in his unique way.

The clear and textured voice of this proud, indifferent, and aloof man carried the thickness of the night, lingering for a long time on the snow-covered ground and under the starry sky.

At the end of the song, Su Mo'er met his eyes and completely lost her reaction for a moment. She just watched him walk towards her blankly, and then sat beside her.

"Chu, Chu Yichen..."

Chu Yichen touched Su Mo'er's lips with his fingers, stretched out his long arms to embrace her in his arms, and let her head rest on his shoulder.

"What you said just now is right, if the mind can't figure it out, the soft pillow on the high bed is doomed to toss and turn. So, when I meet you in this life, I, Chu Yichen, will never let you go!" The man's voice was as touching as a cello.At this moment, Su Mo'er suddenly felt no obvious resistance to the embrace she had been familiar with for the past few days, and for the first time, the faint mint aroma filled her senses little by little. In the warm warmth, Su Mo'er unconsciously closed her eyes again.

(End of this chapter)