Essential Accomplishments of A Perfect White Moonlight

Jian Yuyan has lingered in the flowers for so many years, has seen too many beauties, and heard too many love stories, but it is rare for him to have such a sentence that can make him lose his composure in an instant.

Without warning, Yan Yiming had already pulled him down, their cheeks were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Jian Yuyan's right hand was resting on Yan Yiming's left ear, and the deep folds were formed when the limp was caught, showing how strong this hand was.

His eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, which was the one he was most familiar with, but those eyes were full of cunning and temptation, and the red mole at the end of the right eye added countless attractive colors to the whole face. The two faces are clearly so similar, but Jian Yuyan clearly knows that this is Yan Yiming and not Jian Yuer, but even if he knows this, he is still emotional, whether it is body or thoughts.

Yan Yiming stretched out his hand to wrap around Jian Yulian's neck, a very bewitching smile appeared on the corner of his lips, his gaze moved down slightly and finally landed on Jian Yulian's lips, his right leg brushed against somewhere, Jian Yulian finally couldn't bear it anymore Yan Yiming, who couldn't stop teasing him to the limit, kissed him hard.

Yan Yiming's taste is even better than he imagined. Once touched, it is like completely igniting the repressed fire in his heart, burning instantly, mixed with some kind of trembling and stimulation that only he can understand. With broken strength, his hands tightly wrapped around her body.

At this moment, Jian Yuyan really couldn't tell who the person he was kissing was, his hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were already intoxicated with lust. Yan Yiming endured it passively for a long while before he took the initiative. The teasing with the tip of his tongue made Jian Yuyan more and more aroused, but he suddenly woke up.

Jian Yuyan suddenly seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water, and her whole face suddenly became ugly. She squeezed Yan Yiming's chin with one hand, and her voice became icy cold.

"Who taught you this!"

Yan Yiming thought it was because he suddenly found out that the person he had kissed for a long time was not Jian Yuer at all, so he stopped suddenly, but he didn't want to hear this sentence, and suddenly looked at Jian Yuyan with some amusement,

"What do Mr. Jian think of people like us?"

Jian Yuyan froze, and suddenly rolled over from Yan Yiming.

The identity of an actor is actually no different from that of a woman in the world of mortals, and even lower than them. On the surface, she is beautiful, but behind her, she is the most unsightly and ugly.

Jian Yuyan had met so many beautiful women before, but she never cared about this.

until now.

Thinking of Bai Yueguang but playing with opera actors, and dislike that opera actors are not as pure as Bai Yueguang, Jian Yuyan's eating appearance is really ugly, even if his body is actually clean, Yan Yiming has no need to tell Jian Yuyan.

Standing up, tidying up the messy clothes leisurely, glanced at Jian Yuyan with livid complexion from the corner of the eye, Yan Yiming sighed softly in a good mood, "I thought a romantic person like Young Master wouldn't care about an ordinary actor Is my fortune not clean?"

Jian Yuyan's thoughts were blinded by the jealousy and dissatisfaction that came from nowhere, because of these four words, she slowly regained her calm.

He forced a laugh, "A Ming, I never regarded you and them as the same thing."

"But there is actually no difference between us." Yan Yiming straightened his clothes and sat up from the soft bed, walked to the table and poured a cup of herbal tea for himself and Jian Yuyan and said slowly,

"When I was nine years old, my family was ruined. Eight people in our family were squeezed into this shabby room as big as a cubicle. We wore tattered clothes. We could only eat one meal a day, and the food we ate was the roughest. Japonica rice."

Jian Yuyan glanced at Yan Yiming when he heard the words, Yan Yiming handed him the teacup in his hand, and continued, regardless of Jian Yuyan's thoughts, "I still remember clearly that night, my mother suddenly bought pastries, and I haven't made them for a long time. The white noodles that I have eaten are the best things I have eaten in that year. I asked my mother why I can eat these today, and my mother said that because we will have a lot of money soon."

"I never thought that the bowl of noodles that I have been thinking about for so long was actually bought by myself. The master of the troupe said that they exchanged me for a little money." Speaking of this, Yan Yiming paused After a pause, he probably felt a little ironic, took a deep breath and continued, "I don't know the road or the people there. The master who teaches opera beats or scolds every day. No food, no water to drink."

She noticed Jian Yuyan's sullen expression for a moment when she said this, she smiled silently and continued, "I couldn't bear to run once, and I was caught and beaten only to have half my life left, and now I have grown up and the scars are still there. I dare not sleep alone at night, as long as I close my eyes, I will remember that my mother coaxed me to take medicine and sold me away."

Yan Yiming turned around and looked at Jian Yuyan, his expression was mocking and full of compassion, "Master thinks I'm unclean, but I also want to have a clean identity in my dreams, so I don't have to make myself ugly just to live another day. Like a human and a ghost, not like a ghost... Mr. Jian, no one is born dirty..."

No one is born dirty.

In this world, some people eat delicacies and some chew grass roots. People are born different, but no one is born dirty.

Jian Yuyan's head was pierced with a tiny silver needle, bit by bit, it penetrated deeper, bringing a tiny but sharp pain, the tingling and unbearable sourness.

Jian Yuyan sighed for a long time, reached out and pulled Yan Yiming into his arms, "I didn't say you were dirty, I just..."

just what?

Distressed? envy? Or, "Why didn't I meet you earlier."

Yan Yiming was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at Jian Yuyan.

Jian Yuyan rested her chin on her shoulder, not paying attention to Yan Yiming's expression, her voice was softer than ever, "If I had met you earlier, you would have been able to be with Yu..."

Jian Yuyan stopped suddenly, and let go of Yan Yiming with trembling hands.

"Jade what?"

"It's nothing." Jian Yuyan smiled a little reluctantly, stood up and helped Yan Yiming sit down, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, "I still have something to do, I will come to see you another day."

"Um."

Jade what? Of course it was Yu'er. Jian Yuyan wanted to say that if she had met her earlier, she would have grown up carefree like Jian Yuer, but it was a pity that she couldn't keep talking. Comparing an actor with the woman she loves the most, does Jian Yuyan feel that she has insulted Jian Yuer?

What I said today is half-truth and half-false. It is true that she was sold out since she was a child, but it is true that she ran away and was beaten to death. It is true that her status as an actor is not clean. It's true that people have bumped into it.

However, Jian Yuyan believed it.

After Jian Yuyan walked away, the little girl serving Yan Yiming sighed enviously, "Young Master Jian is so kind to the girl."

"Okay?" Yan Yiming smiled, "I heard that Yu Mei also followed Mr. Jian back then."

The little girl immediately became excited when she mentioned this, "That's far worse than your girl, so I just often order her plays to reward you with a few taels of silver, it's really good for you", she hesitated at this point Ask her after a while, "Girl, why not seize the opportunity and let Mr. Jian redeem you. If you can enter the prime minister's mansion and be a concubine by Mr. Jian's side, this life will be worth it."

"He didn't dare to bring me into Jian's house," Yan Yiming said, "Besides, what's so good about being a concubine, I still want to find a good man to marry after singing."

The little girl was dumbfounded. Marrying was comparable to being a concubine to Mr. Jian. Besides, how could people like them marry a good family.

His eyes fell on Yan Yiming's beautiful face. After all, the girl is too young, and her heart is like a child.

Afterwards, Jian Yuyan didn't come to Meiyuan for several days. Yumei was delighted that Mr. Jian must have finally tired of this little bitch, and everyone in Meiyuan was waiting to see Yan Yiming's good show. However, the owner of the garden remained silent. No one knew that even if Jian Yuyan didn't come, someone would come over and send a message to the owner of the garden, asking him to take good care of Yan Yiming.

The reason why Jian Yuyan didn't come to Plum Garden was that since that day, he couldn't figure out some things clearly.

When I went back that day, I happened to bump into Jiang Yi and sent Jian Yuer back to the house. Jian Yuyan suppressed his anger and did not break out.

Jian Yuyan was stunned.

Jian Xiang had previously opposed Jian Yuer's deep friendship with Nangong Xuan together with him, which made Jian Yuyan ignore that Jian Xiang's starting point was actually different from his own.

Nangong Xuan is not a good man, but Jiang Yi is an excellent candidate.

Sure enough, when Jane met Jian Yuyan and asked about it, she smiled and said along her beard, "Yu'er has reached the age of marriage now, Jiang Yi is young and talented, and he will be able to accomplish a lot in the future, and Yu'er can be regarded as a man and a woman who are very good-looking. Besides." , Jian Xiang signaled the serving maids to go down, and then said in a low voice,

"Jiang Yi is definitely not an idle person. If we can't get rid of him, he will be used by us. Your Highness, you must not miss a big deal because of the affair between a man and a woman."

The tone that Jian Xiang had known for a long time made Jian Yuyan's heart sink suddenly.

If they fail to achieve a major event, it is impossible for him to have a chance with Jian Yu'er. Although the day of major event is far away, it will not be achieved within three to five years.

You can't have both, Jian Xiang is reminding him that those who achieve great things must have a choice.

Jian Yuyan drank a lot of wine that day, and entered Jian Yuer's yard half drunk, and saw Jiang Yi's beautiful handwriting for Jian Yuer at a glance.

Jian Yuyan stared at the word coldly for a long time, then suddenly threw it into the slightly panting fire, and the flame instantly engulfed all the words in black and white.

Jian Yuer rushed out of the room and screamed, "You are crazy!"

It was the first time that I was really angry with Jian Yuyan. After all, it was the lady from the scholarly family who couldn't say the word "get out" and pointed in the direction of the door. Qi's body was shaking, and she let him go out in a panic, saying that she didn't want to go out recently. See him again.

Jian Yuyan was lying on the bench in the gazebo and staring at the stars in the sky. He remembered that when Jian Xiang told him that he was not a child of the Jian family, he was the orphan left by the seventh prince of the previous dynasty. He was not the son of Jian Xiang but his nephew. He remembered being selected into the palace as Nangong Xuan's companion, but someone told him that he was the descendant of someone he had a blood feud with.

People in this world who treat him well, either rely on him, or expect something, no one's feelings will be pure and consistent.

With a sneer, he walked past the high wall of the Xiangfu's back garden, and heard the doorkeeper angrily yelling at the man who came from somewhere, and Xiangfu also came whenever he wanted.

The girl spoke timidly in a low voice, Mr. Jian told our girl that he would come to the garden to enjoy the flowers when the golden plum blossoms bloomed.

Jian Yuyan suddenly remembered that many days ago, he casually cut off the flowers and branches in Yan Yiming's garden, and Yan Yiming sat aside and whispered that he was so kind to these flowers and plants,

"When have you been so kind to me?"

Jian Yuyan asked her with a chuckle, "Am I treating you badly?"

The little girl next to Yan Yiming just came in, and she didn't understand, so she leaned over to add on purpose, "What's so good about losing a flower after a few days?"

Jian Yuyan was stunned suddenly, and when she looked up at Yan Yiming, Yan Yiming lay on the stone table calmly with his arms under his head, as if he didn't hear anything.

She had known for a long time that his kindness to her was as short as the flowering period, but she pretended not to know anything.

In the middle of the night, you can't see your fingers, the busiest time of Meiyuan has passed, and the actors also took off their makeup and fell into a deep sleep. Jian Yuyan stepped into the plum garden, and walked along the familiar path in the darkness. In the darkness, only Yan Yiming's residence had a slight halo.

No one knew why there was a small light at the door, Jian Yuyan looked at the dizzy candlelight, his eyes softened suddenly, and he smiled softly.