An Xiyue had never heard such straightforward words of love. She never expected that Zou Heng, a bookworm, would say such words. She was not only shocked but also shocked.
There are also goosebumps all over the floor.
Zou Heng added: "I have never met a woman as tough and brave as Miss Er. She is the wife I want to marry..."
"I heard from the second young lady that the person she trusts most, besides your eldest wife and her mother, is you. Can you help me?"
An Xiyue finally heard it. Kyoto was really lively during the time she left Beijing. In order to express his determination to marry An Xixiu, Zou Heng also told many coincidences between him and An Xixiu.
In his words, their first meeting was a coincidence. He had been to Anfu so many times and never met her once, but he met her on the street. Isn't this fate?
According to what he said, he fell ill during the exam in Kyoto, and it was An Xixiu who took care of him, and he was also the one who taught An Xixiu's calligraphy. After going back and forth like this, the two naturally got along with each other and developed a relationship.
However, An Xixiu seemed to have some concerns, so she rejected the marriage proposal from the Zou family.
After a while, until An Xiyue asked someone to send Zou Heng away, Xiao Shi did not come back to his senses and murmured: "The love story between the second lady and Mr. Zou is so touching."
"The key is that for her, Mr. Zou is not even willing to marry the little princess of Prince Yu's palace. Who among the dignitaries in Kyoto and the young master of the Gaomen compound doesn't want to get married to Prince Yu's palace? Princess, isn't Mr. Zou stupid?"
"You are stupid. Yuan Bao is so infatuated, why don't you agree to get married to him?" An Xiyue rolled his eyes at her.
Xiao Shi originally wanted to say that this was not the case when the Queen Mother passed away. The whole country had to observe mourning for the Queen Mother for three months, and weddings were strictly prohibited...
She and Yuan Bao had already made an agreement, but she didn't have the time to tell the princess yet.
At this time, An Xixiu opened the door and came in, saying: "Sister..."
An Xiyue glanced at her and said, "I heard that Zou Heng has to be you. Are you still unwilling to marry now?"
She really felt that An Xixiu should find a good man to marry, at least it was completely different from her fate in her previous life.
"I..." An Xixiu continued hesitantly.
What she actually wanted to say was that she knew she wasn't good enough for him. In the beginning, she only took care of Mr. Zou because she was at Anxin Medicine Hall, just by the way.
"Are you really not moved at all?" An Xiyue said again: "How do you feel after listening to what he just said? Anyway, I feel that it is too much. But after all, it still depends on your own heart. .”
Xiao Shi rolled his eyes. The princess really knew how to choose to lose her memory. The tiring relationship she had with the prince back then, as well as hugging and kissing me in public, were even more unbearable.
…
As night fell and the sun set, Nangong Yuanyi had Qinzhu Yayuan cleaned over and over again, and then it was covered with An Xiyue's favorite begonia flowers. The fiery red flowers were hotter than the scorching sun.
It's getting dark soon, and An Xiyue hasn't come back yet...
"Xiao Shi, don't you know that I have returned to Qinzhu Yayuan? I feel that Xiao Shi is becoming more and more unreliable in his work. Why does he seem to have become stupid? What method did you use to make Xiao Shi stupid? Aren't you afraid? Lao Jiu comes back to trouble you..." He didn't ask An Xiyue, naturally he wanted to surprise An Xiyue.
So, Yuan Bao curled his lips, held his breath, and tried his best to let Nangong Yuanyi's words go in one ear and out the other, and thought to himself: "Didn't you promise the princess to leave her alone?"
"The princess has been working on this and that all day long with her big belly. Isn't that what you promised? Now you know you are in a hurry."
Yuan Bao only dared to complain in his heart.
