"Huh!" Gu Tingfang was furious and threw the cup on the table with a crisp sound.
Seeing his unquenchable anger, Shen Nanxiao had a hint of doubt in her eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions.
Seeing Shi Yue standing still, Gu Tingfang's narrow eyes revealed a look of displeasure, "Can't you hear me?"
Shi Yue frowned in embarrassment.
"Your Majesty, what reason should I use for my subordinates to drive people away?"
"As you wish."
Shi Yue: "..."
Seeing his increasingly unfriendly expression, Shi Yue hurriedly walked away.
In the crowd, Yin Luzhu and Ji Yanchen were holding hands. Even though they both looked like men, there was an indescribable sense of harmony.
When Ji Yanchen glanced at the hairpins placed on the street, he paused slightly. He walked over, picked up a unique jade hairpin and put it in his hand to look at it carefully.
The next moment, he inserted the hosta into Yin Luzhu's hair.
Facing Yin Luzhu's puzzled look, Ji Yanchen's cheeks flashed with a hint of blush, and he said, "This is for you."
Yin Luzhu raised his hand and gently touched the hairpin inserted in his hair, and immediately smiled with his eyebrows curled up.
She suddenly said: "The heart of the piano is constantly being cut, the red thread is tying the two hearts, the ancient road is lit by lights, the two lovers are entangled in each other's thoughts, looking at each other through the window, standing leaning on the railing, the beauty Pingting, the man's furry horse invites each other, the faint fragrance floats, the heart is ape. Thrilling, knowing each other and being with each other, the love is hard to control."
Ji Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Luzhu. His eyes were filled with deep and moving warmth, as if the entire world was condensed on her, making her the only existence.
On the bustling street, their eyes intertwined, like two flowing rivers converging together, sparkling with charming light.
The two of them were immersed in their own world, escaping from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Their eyes met, and after a long time, Ji Yanchen finally asked what was on his mind, "In the past, you never liked to read or write, but now you can actually speak in sentences. Are you hiding it too deeply, or is everyone blind?" "
Facing Ji Yanchen's inquiry, Yin Luzhu raised his head and sighed deeply.
She said: "Have you ever heard of Fu Wansheng?"
"Fu Wansheng?"
Ji Yanchen murmured the name carefully, and a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes after a moment, "Fu Yushi's direct daughter, Fu Wansheng, is the most talented woman in Mingyang Yindu. Even Princess Qiao Suiyi has to be inferior to her."
Speaking of which, Ji Yan sighed deeply.
"It's just a pity that such a gorgeous woman died in the midst of the imperial power. It's really sad."
Hearing this, Yin Luzhu's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"I don't dare to be the number one talented woman, but it's almost like staying overnight."
"..."
Ji Yanchen's gaze towards the lights froze for a moment. He looked away stiffly and slowly looked towards Yin Luzhu.
Something seemed to be exploding in his heart.
He suddenly remembered that when he went to the North Country, this man had gone to the old Fu family house that had been dilapidated for a long time late at night and knelt there for a long time.
I just felt puzzled at the time, but now it seems...
Ji Yanchen's lips trembled, and an uproar seemed to surge in his heart. His voice was low, hoarse, and intermittent, "You...you are..."
While the crowd was communicating, Yin Luzhu stood on tiptoes, gently hooked the man's neck, and whispered softly in his ear.
"Fu's direct daughter, Fu Wansheng."
