"It's not your turn to talk about my affairs. I've already said everything, and if you don't want to take matters into your own hands, even God's great mercy will not be able to save you."
The front building of Lengxiang Pavilion was full of spring scenery, and the clothes on the temples were beautiful. The owner of the small pavilion in the backyard was so angry that he ran away. If he had known that he would not come, Shen Yuan was very upset and could not accept that he was beaten down by a poor man like Guanying.
That's all, it was about Li Xuecheng, and she really couldn't do it calmly.
This heart-wrenching and painful topic was brought up by me on my own initiative.
Reading the letter again, Shen Yuan only felt ironic. Everything was fine originally, the sun was bright, the air was clean, and the early meals were to his liking. A happy event was approaching in the year of Zhumei, but he set foot in a lowly land just by chance, and ended up in this troubled state now. .
The two maids helped Shen Yuan change his clothes, Feiyue warmed a pot of osmanthus tea, packed the table and chairs, and then took Feiyun and quietly left, leaving the mistress alone in the bedroom. Hehe incense was placed in the incense burner. Pills, not light enough, but suitable for the time.
Normally, Shen Yuan could handle any accidents calmly. Although she didn't have an attack today, she was furious, hiding in her heart and feeling depressed. The personal maid was very familiar with her temper and knew that she didn't need to be comforted at this moment. , let alone flattery, leaving a quiet and comfortable room for her is enough.
After returning to the room for some time, Shen Yuan sat down on the embroidered couch. Shen Yuan's mind had not yet calmed down. His fingers unconsciously grasped the quilt. With his palms to rely on, his anxiety was slightly relieved. He covered his forehead with his hands and leaned against the bedside in silence for a long time.
Xuecheng is a very good friend. Shen Yuan likes to make incense, play harp, and cook tea and wine. During the New Year, Mrs. Mo Zhang is busy, so Li Xuecheng will remember to pick her up and hold her hand firmly. Walking in the streets and alleys, the world is brightly lit. The softness of the pine nut pulp bee cake, the drunken sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus yuanxiao are still in her memory, and the little rabbit lantern made of silk paper is still stored in the cabinet. The person who brought her these things, but It seems to be drifting away.
Although men and women are on guard against each other and should avoid suspicion together, she is now Mo Changyan and can still live in the same room as a foreigner. On the contrary, Xuecheng does not often come and go. Whenever he thinks of where she is, does he really have no jealousy at all?
She could roughly feel that Xuecheng and she seemed to be the same people. They didn't want to touch certain things, but they couldn't refuse. She was sober, and regarding Li Xuecheng's attitude towards her, no matter whether it was gentle or distant, there was a kind of The feeling of "it doesn't matter". This feeling is very uncomfortable. Although I should have the same restraint, I waver first and begin to long for spending my life with this man.
Li Xuecheng knew what kind of past Shen Yuan had, and in turn, she had heard a long narration, not only from him, but also from the endorsement of his brother Shen Han. It seemed perfect, but she was always worried.
In the eyes of others, the two of them were a perfect match, and they should be written into the storybooks of future generations. They were sentimental, affectionate, and widely sung in teahouses and restaurants. But only she knew that this relationship had left her in panic all day long, and she had trouble sleeping and eating. .
A person who cannot make mistakes is often the biggest mistake himself.
She and her brother and sister have known each other since they were young, and they also have the grace to save their lives. Everything is perfect and falls into place. Shen Yuan has endured hardships and is a woman who likes stability. She should not think too much. She only needs to wait for the wedding. Bai Bai Together...
But there is no god in this world, so how can it be truly seamless?
It's just that one is too smart and powerful enough to hide all clues and mistakes, and eliminate all accidents and variables; or the other is too infatuated, clearly aware of the clues, but unwilling to expose them.
In the first few years, Shen Yuan hid her identity so that Li Xuecheng didn't know that she was the daughter of Northwest. If Shen Han didn't show up, she planned to marry as Mo Changyan, or wait until one day, the two of them could They will part ways. Shen Yuan feels that he is not the most intelligent, but as Guan Ying said, he is not infatuated.
At that time, she never thought that she would be reunited with her relatives. She had long been accustomed to being a member of the Mo Zhang family. Her biological family was thousands of miles away and she would not return for more than ten years. She could not remember it and did not feel that there was any Keep it in mind whenever necessary.
Therefore, Shen Yuan had a clear conscience when he called himself Mo Changyan, and it was not considered deception at all.
But what happened next?
When the three of them got together, Shen Yuan was the only one who was embarrassed. Shen Han and Xuecheng met old friends in a foreign country, or were about to get married, and a thousand glasses of wine would be too little to meet a close friend. Shen Yuan stayed with him the whole time, quietly looking at his sweetheart's expression.
That time, she figured out an answer that made her sad for a long time.
Xuecheng may care about her, but he definitely doesn't love her.
Otherwise, why is there not the slightest bit of disappointment in this man's eyes? Even if it is just fleeting, no matter how deeply you love him, he should have emotions when he learns that he has been deceived for many years.
The two men drank and chatted happily, but Shen Han couldn't notice the details. One day after that, the brother and sister had a heart-to-heart talk, and he asked the younger sister if he was attracted to her. At that time, Shen Yuan hesitated to speak, and finally nodded lightly and said "yes".
Is that true? Shen Yuan himself is also thinking.
About...it was true at that time.
No matter how quiet the garden was, there were still various noises during the day, and even more noise could not be heard. After about two cups of tea, Leng Meiren finally felt that her hands were sore. She straightened up and gently rubbed her wrists. She couldn't think of what to do for a moment and raised her eyes. Seeing the dressing table by the window, rouge and indigo are placed quietly under the rhombus mirror, a few makeup pencils are inserted in the bottle, and the agate and red vermillion adorning the mouth of the bottle is really cute.
It’s been a long time since you traced a begonia in the corner of your eye, right?
The cold-scented oiran touched her smooth cheeks, watered with hibiscus, and natural carvings. She got up early and washed her face, cleansed her face with jasmine-scented soap, applied camellia dew, and applied a thin layer of newly made rose pearl ointment without taking any more fragrance. Apply some powder and decorate a little, not to mention adding eyebrows and lips.
Once upon a time, a touch of crabapple red in the corners of her eyes was the hallmark of Ah Yan, the courtesan, which made her peach blossom eyes sparkling with water, and made the ice and snow beauty even more charming. Now that it is cold, she is afraid that her old illness will relapse, and she will hide in the boudoir again, so that she does not have to show up in public anymore. It is inevitable that a piece of makeup has been neglected, and the amber pupils lack a little support and sometimes look dull.
The silver-red rouge is carefully outlined, and the seven-petaled begonia is lifelike. Nothing else, but this one, Shen Yuan never lets the maid do it. No matter how long she hasn't painted, she is still familiar with it.
Peach blossoms are more suitable for living in IKEA, but begonias have more passionate charm. Shen Yuan told Mr. Folding Fan that she likes all beautiful flowers, but in fact she doesn't want to tell that person that her favorite flower is only begonias.
Li Xuecheng also said that Zhenghong was too solemn and mature, and Yanhong couldn't match her coldness, but Begonia was delicate and yet safe, so she looked good in it. She was fourteen years old at that time and was about to In Jia Ji, love has just begun, and she is at the age when she is most attached to him. This chapter has been completed!