Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 184 Could it be the self-portrait of the Regent?

Chapter 184 Could it be the self-portrait of the Regent?

Originally, Liu Ruyan was shrouded in sadness, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to take the brocade box.

It wasn't until later that he realized that he had overreacted, and waved at the two of them.

"Well, I see. Go and rest, you have worked hard today."

Seeing that she looked bad, Yingying and Yingying didn't dare to stay any longer, they went out together and closed the door behind them.

Liu Ruyan stood in front of the table, looking at the peony flowers on the brocade box in a daze.

After a long while, I opened the brocade box with trembling hands.

After seeing the contents clearly, my heart felt sore and my fingertips trembled.

She sat down slowly, hugging the brocade box, lying on the table, her back gently undulating.

A cool wind blew through the window, and a tall black figure appeared inside the room.

He walked in the house like a gust of wind, his feet didn't touch the ground, after a few ups and downs, he was already behind Liu Ruyan.

Looking at the slightly undulating back, she slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to caress comfortingly, but when she was about to touch it, she suddenly withdrew it.

"Brother Yanwen, you are here."

Liu Ruyan didn't turn her head, her voice was as light as the evening breeze, and she had already guessed the identity of the person who came.

Yanwen was a little embarrassed, put his hands behind his back, and replied softly.

"The master asked me to fetch the skirt."

When Liu Ruyan raised her head, she swept her fingertips at the corners of her eyes, and then pushed the floral skirt on the table towards him.

"Take it."

Seeing the reddish corners of her eyes, Yanwen hesitated, his lips twitched.

"If you like, I can tell the master..."

Liu Ruyan interrupted him and shook his head.

"No, you have done too much for me, you can't be punished because of me, I will feel guilty.

As for the dress, take it away, it doesn't belong to me after all. "

Yanwen stood still, like a tree that had taken root.

Seeing his stubborn look, Liu Ruyan sighed and shook the brocade box in his hand.

"It's enough for me to have this. No one can grab what the master wants. You know it, and I know it too."

Yanwen looked at the brocade box in her hand and narrowed his eyes.

"Have you been very close to Miss Dugu from the General's Mansion recently?"

Liu Ruyan glanced at him, turned her head again, and did not answer the question.

"Master is still waiting for you, you'd better start now."

The light in Yanwen's eyes was dim, the brilliance seemed to disappear in an instant, and his face was cold and expressionless.

He wrapped up the floral skirt on the table, took a deep look at her, turned around without hesitation, and flew out of the window.

Liu Ruyan looked at the back of him leaving, with unresolved sadness in his eyes.

Qiyang City, another courtyard in the suburbs.

Yan Wu stood outside the door, looking out anxiously, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Just when he was anxious to scratch the door, he finally saw a tall black shadow.

"Why did you come here? Did you follow..."

Yanwen gave him a cold look, clearly warning him not to continue talking.

With a helpless expression on his face, Yan Wu took the package with the floral skirt, turned and left.

"You do it for yourself. If you get stuck like this, one day, you will die because of her."

Yanwen stood where he was, the cool wind penetrated into his collar, but he couldn't feel the cold.

Yan Wu walked quickly to the outside of the study, and walked in gently.

"Master, I have brought what you asked for."

Jun Qingchen stood in front of the window, wearing an extremely plain robe, the plain black was pressed against the scarlet color, and a section of plum blossom was embroidered with silver thread on the hem of the clothes.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head suddenly, and as he walked, the corners of his clothes swayed lightly, like waves reflecting the moonlight on the water in the middle of the night.

"bring here."

Yan Wu quickly trotted to the table, carefully opened the package, and spread out the skirt inside.

After seeing the appearance of the clothes, he couldn't help being surprised.

"It's really a floral skirt!"

He was also one of the witnesses when the Huaci skirt first appeared and became popular in Liangjing.

Yan Wu clearly remembered that this was a new style of skirt created by the master and the princess together.

But since the princess passed away, the Huaci skirt also disappeared along with her fragrant soul.

Even if someone wanted to imitate it, the floral skirt made would be hard to spot, and it would be obvious that it was an imitation, or a very inferior one.

Naturally, it is impossible to make imitations, because the inscription on the real one is the master's calligraphy!

At that time, the master seemed to be crazy, scribbling ink all day long, obsessed with calligraphy, unable to extricate himself.

I wrote it over and over again, and I could only choose a satisfactory one out of about a dozen.

Yan Wu has been with him for so many years, but he has never seen him so serious.

At the beginning, I didn't know what the master was going crazy, until that day, I saw my master, like a little daughter-in-law, holding a dozen carefully selected rice papers and carefully handing them to a girl.

It was an expression Yan Wu had never seen before, and it was the first time that he deeply realized that the master could also laugh.

The master is like a young man in love, he will either sneak out for a whole day without seeing anyone.

Or stay in the mansion, staring at a painting on the wall and giggling.

To be honest, his appearance is really similar to the dumbfounded bird in the painting.

Many times, Yan Wu wanted to ask boldly, master, is that a self-portrait painted by someone?
But he has a strong sense of crisis, knowing that if he speaks, his life may be handed over to the underworld, so he endured it all the time.

After many years, Yan Wu saw Huaci Qun again, his mind was full of past events, vividly in his mind.

It's just that the flirtatious and laughing master at that time disappeared.

Yan Wu subconsciously glanced at Jun Qingchen, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

If possible, he would rather exchange his life for the princess, so that the master would not live in such pain.

It hurts so much to watch, it would be better to die.

Sometimes, alive, is more tormented.

He is torturing himself, and he is also torturing those who have evil intentions.

Jun Qingchen didn't even look at him, his eyes were completely attracted by the flowery skirt, and his expression was indescribably complicated.

The crimson sleeves were pressed against the skirt, fingertips lingered on it, and finally settled on the inscription on the skirt.

A peony flower in full bloom, with two poems pressed beside it.

Mei deceives peaches and plums, and fragrance wins Qi Luofeng.

Jun Qingchen's hand stopped, his voice was low, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

"The words on this..."

Yan Wu sighed in his heart, fortunately he had inquired in advance, only knew that the master would ask.

"This is the inscription by Miss Dugu's third brother. He is quite popular in Qiyang City. He is a lady from many families..."

Before the words of praise were finished, there was a sudden chill in the whole body, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Yan Wu swallowed, and hurriedly waved his hands, "I didn't say anything..."

Jun Qingchen glanced at him, "Go out."

Yan Wu: ...

Why the hell am I talking too much!Dugu Moyu's popularity is none of my business!

Yan Wu smiled awkwardly, and backed out carefully.

Jun Qingchen stood in front of the table without moving for a long time, her fingertips fell on the blooming peony flowers.

(End of this chapter)