But soon, Yun Yanli was defeated.
Because Yun Chuyao was so patient, even though Yun Yanli's body was covered with spikes that would prick someone's hand if they weren't careful, she didn't get angry and just stared at him silently, waiting for him quietly, as if he Even if she doesn't respond, she can wait for a long, long time.
Yun Yanli pursed his lips and didn't come closer. Likewise, he didn't refuse.
Yun Chuyao then stood up on her tiptoes, gently touched Yun Yanli's forehead, and then carefully lifted up the messy hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes that concealed tension and anxiety. .
Her heart trembled!
As she expected, he was born extremely well, with deep facial features and narrow eyes. Although he had alien blood, his facial lines were quite soft. Overall, he looked more like the Jin Emperor, but more beautiful than the Jin Emperor. So The pair of blue eyes are as cold as ice and extremely alluring. The dangerous aura unconsciously attracts the attention of others, making people unable to look away.
The only blemish is a string of small red birthmarks under his left eye.
Like stars.
One after another.
It made his already gorgeous face even more coquettish.
"……Is that it?"
Yun Chuyao raised her hand and gently touched the birthmark on his face. Her fingertips were slightly cold, and her movements were very gentle, one after another. It didn't hurt, but Yun Yanli felt itchy.
He looked away uncomfortably and whispered: "Ugly."
"Not ugly."
Yun Chuyao looked at Yun Yanli's face intently, and after a long while, she said softly: "It looks like seven little stars."
Yun Yanli was stunned for a moment.
"It's very beautiful," Yun Chuyao said, "This is the most beautiful birthmark I have ever seen. There is no other birthmark. You should be proud of it. It is so beautiful, so good, unique, and only yours." "
Honestly, she loved it.
With such a face, such a beautiful birthmark, and such a unique temperament, even if he is placed in a sea of people, people can still find him at a glance. If he had not died in his previous life, how could the people in the imperial city not find him?
Pity.
When Yun Yanli heard this, his eyes became brighter and brighter, almost turning into little stars. He looked at Yun Chuyao without blinking, and said happily: "Li! Not ugly! You can meet people!"
Tsk.
What a poor little boy.
Yun Chuyao smiled softly and said: "You are so good-looking, of course you can meet people. By the way, if you want to see me in the future, go directly to Changle Palace and don't wait here on the rockery, in case you are recognized as an assassin by the patrolling guards. , you are about to get hurt."
Yun Yanli raised his eyebrows, a flash of disdain flashed in his dark blue eyes, as if he was saying that the guards could not hurt him.
But somehow he didn't explain.
Yun Chuyao was suspicious.
The Seventh Emperor brother was imprisoned in the cold palace and couldn't even speak easily. How did he learn the kung fu? Did he rely on Taixue to learn secretly, or did someone else teach him?
She had the intention to ask, but then she thought about it. They had only met a few times and were not familiar with each other. It would be bad if she scared the poor boy away by asking. She had better check it out slowly by herself.
Thinking like this, she didn't say much and talked about other things.
Neither of them was talkative, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Even if they were half-brothers and sisters, it was not easy for them to stay on this trail for a long time. After a while, they parted ways.
"Go back to the palace."
Yun Chuyao said softly.
Jinmei looked at Yun Yanli's retreating back, then at Yun Chuyao who looked calm, opened her mouth, and then closed it hesitantly for some reason.
That’s all.
Your Highness is sensible and should not get too close to the Seventh Prince...
she thought.
Of course, Yun Chuyao didn't pay too much attention to what Jinmei was thinking about. She had been busy all day and was already tired. After returning to Changle Palace, she simply washed up, then lay down on the bed and closed her clothes. Go to rest.
Early the next morning, at dawn, she got up to eat and went to Taixue.
Because she had to attend literature class, Yun Chuyao no longer wore riding clothes. She wore a water-colored chest-length skirt and a soft brocaded red cloak. Her body was warm and she looked good-looking. She walked all the way, However, many clan members secretly looked at her.
Of course, it was unclear whether these people were looking at her clothes or the slap marks on her face.
"Princess Changle."
Someone greeted her.
Yun Chuyao nodded slightly, responded briefly, and walked to the last row of the lecture hall.
The man was startled for a moment and laughed.
"Mr. Deng, Princess Changle is in a bad mood, and you still insist on getting close to her?" Someone clicked his tongue, patted Deng Yuzhi on the shoulder, and said sympathetically, "Look, you got another cold look!"
"The princess has a distinguished status, so she should ignore me," Deng Yuzhi smiled and sat back in her seat.
There are many students in Taixue, most of them are descendants of the clan, and their surname is Huang Yun. The few people with other surnames also have prominent families. Deng Yuzhi is one of the leaders. The status of the Deng family in Jinling and the empress' mother's family is enough for him to They walked sideways in Taixue and even the entire imperial city.
At the same time, he is Yun Chuyao's cousin.
But unlike most Taixue disciples who just hang around and wait to die, Deng Yuzhi has always been a man of great ability and ambition. If he were not still young and was studying with the Ninth Prince, he would have left the Imperial College long ago. Headed to the Imperial College. After all, the threshold there was higher, and there were many children from poor families who could learn from each other.
However, the Ninth Prince kept dragging him down.
Yun Chuyao used to be secretly ashamed of him because of this, and always tried every means to compensate him. Now that she thinks about it, it's ridiculous.
Who is the Ninth Prince dragging down, and what does it have to do with her?
If Deng Yuzhi really wants to refuse, who can stop him?
On the contrary, I was being sentimental, always wanting to help this or that, but in the end, no one was friends with me, and everyone was offended. At the end of the day, I'm afraid there wasn't even anyone willing to collect the body, and my life was in vain.
Yun Chuyao lowered her eyes and slowly opened the pages of the book.
"Cough, cough."
At this time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their voices: "Have you seen it? Princess Changle's face is swollen and there are slap marks on it. Do you think that His Highness the Crown Prince is really like the rumors say? , where did you beat Princess Changle?"
"How do I know? Just ask Deng Yuzhi." Someone rolled his eyes and said, "Let's see if he pays attention to you."
The man laughed dryly: "I don't dare."
"Then ask Princess Changle. Is there anyone in the world who knows the truth of the matter better than Princess Changle?"
"...Then I'd better ask Deng Yuzhi," the man took a breath and said quickly, "I don't want to die yet, brother Yuzhi! I have something to ask you!"
Deng Yuzhi looked at him with a smile.
The man was so excited that the courage he had just mustered up was instantly extinguished by the cold water. Chunyue Tian'er shivered and barely managed to stand up!
