Yang Liusi

Miss Liu kept her promise and came to Yang's mansion every two days, because Yang Xian would be very happy after he came. Healed my son.

The servants of Yang's mansion burst into tears, thinking that the young master really has a special taste.

Yang Xian really liked Miss Liu very much.

Yang Tonghui is very old-fashioned, and he doesn't like Yang Xian's son very much, so naturally he doesn't like to talk to him; Yang Xian's family members are dying, and Yang Xian's generation is actually only him as a single seedling, let alone brothers and sisters. He didn't even have a cousin. Although his mother still had relatives, Yang Tonghui didn't get along with them, and Yang Xian was not allowed to have much contact with them.

Therefore, Yang Xian, who was recovering from his injuries, was very bored, counting his fingers to live every day, hoping that Miss Liu would come.

Miss Liu doesn't talk much, she spends most of her time sitting on Yang Xian's bedside, listening to him happily talk about his romantic affairs in the past, Miss Liu rarely interjects, Yang Xian actually likes this, she can listen when she speaks He was poured over his head like a bucket of ice water, it's fine if he doesn't speak, very fine.

After a long time, Yang Xian felt that something was wrong.

The longer Miss Liu was with him, and the more she listened to him, the weirder she looked at him.

Yang Xian couldn't tell what was so weird about it.He even had a terrible hallucination, that is, Miss Liu knew the secret about him, but Miss Liu didn't look at him like disgust or contempt or anything else, he couldn't figure it out, let alone say it. out of trouble.

One night, Young Master Yang Xian tossed and turned on the bed like pancakes until the bed almost broke. He finally realized what Miss Liu was looking at him.

That is compassion.

It is the pity that is naturally revealed when one sees through all the prosperous surfaces, sees through all the gorgeous camouflage, sees the unbearable inside, and sees the fragility and helplessness under the camouflage.

Just like when he saw He Wenzhong bullying that poor girl on the road, the way he looked at that girl at that time was also like this, pity.

Yang Xian stretched out his hand to touch his heart, and it started to hurt there.

The days continued on in such a non-salty way. Today, as soon as Miss Liu stepped out of the door of the Yang Mansion, her eyes were attracted by two figures standing at the corner of the street. She stood there watching them walking towards her. , saluted her respectfully: "Miss."

She nodded slightly, and one of them brought a carriage over and respectfully invited her to take a seat.

When she got into the carriage, which looked ordinary but was actually bustling and beautiful inside, she felt a twinge of pain in her heart. Who can escape fate?No matter how enviable life is, there is always a side full of holes.

For example, Yang Xian.

Another example is her.

The carriage galloped along the official road, and finally stopped at a very magnificent mansion, above which hung a plaque written by the late emperor: Yuwangfu.

King Yu Zhao Lin is the youngest brother of the late emperor. The age difference between the two is almost 30 years, but their relationship is very deep. King Yu is a title bestowed by the late emperor himself.

Honor, symbolizing glory and fame, shows the love of the late emperor for the younger brother.

She got out of the car and looked at the three characters flying and dancing on the plaque. She suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't stand upright for a while. The maid beside her immediately supported her. , but not too hard to scratch her.

"Fan Yin, why are you standing here and not going in?" A young man in blue walked out of the door, with clear eyebrows and eyes, very handsome.

Miss Liu, that is, Liu Fanyin, came back to her senses and nodded at him: "Let's go in now."

The young man in blue seemed to be very used to her indifferent attitude, and followed her in, walking beside her not too far away, with a very gentle and pleasant voice: "Uncle has missed you very much these days, you have When things happen, you might as well come back to see him often. He doesn’t talk about it, but when you’re not around, he always talks about you in front of us juniors, saying..."

Liu Fanyin absent-mindedly listened to Liang Yushu whispering in her ear that Prince Yu's mansion was huge, and every time she walked, her calf hurt so much that she wanted to cramp, but in order to show her respect for King Yu, she couldn't take a sedan chair, which really made her unable to come. Reply to Liang Yushu's homework.

The Liang family married Princess Chaoyang, and Liang Yushu was Princess Chaoyang's son.

Prince Yu is about the same age as Princess Chaoyang, and they have a very good relationship. Liang Yushu has spent half of his time in Prince Yu's residence, so he is very familiar with Prince Yu's residence.

"Cousin, thank you for taking care of uncle for me." After listening to the words all the way, if Liu Fanyin really didn't answer a word, no matter how indifferent and indifferent Liu Fanyin was, she couldn't bear it, and finally said such a sentence that was almost equivalent to nonsense.

Liang Yushu's brows were filled with joy, he knew that Liu Fanyin was cold-tempered, and he was very happy from the bottom of his heart to get her words.

After a while, Liang Yushu stopped talking a few times, and finally said: "Fan Yin, in fact, you have always known that if you don't call him uncle, he will be happier."

Liu Fanyin's eyes became darker and darker. She just glanced at him, which already made half of his body as cold as if he was frozen. She regretted so much that she wished she could bite off her tongue. She shouldn't have said such a word.

Not called uncle?

Liu Fanyin curled the corners of her mouth mockingly, it was obviously a smiley expression, but when it came to her face, the corners of her mouth just twitched slightly, looking so reluctantly that someone stretched out a hand to straighten her lip line, it's not as cold as she is usually A deserted face made people feel more comfortable.

The harmonious atmosphere ahead disappeared without a trace, and Liang Yushu was tortured by this cold atmosphere. He was thinking hard all the way about what to say to make Liu Fanyin happy, but the more he wanted to break his head, the more he couldn't think of anything. When I came out, the usual wind flow seemed to be blown away by the strong wind on the road.

Arriving at You Lanxuan, where Wang Yu usually lived, and seeing Wang Yu, as Liang Yushu said, King Yu was very happy, and waved for Liu Fanyin to sit in front of him.

Liu Fanyin sat down obediently, with a docile appearance, and sometimes spoke a few words to King Yu, but most of the time, he just listened silently.

Yu Wang Zhao Lin and Liu Fanyin, at a glance, it is easy to feel that the two are alike.

Because, both of them had a pair of eyes so dark that they could melt everything into them.At a glance, it is easy to associate the relationship between the two as father and daughter.

So when Yu Wang Zhao Lin saw Liu Fanyin for the first time, even though she was only a three-year-old baby at that time, he looked at those eyes that were very similar to his own, and suddenly felt a kind of joy.

From then on, Liu Fanyin became the most secret guest of Prince Yu's Mansion. The mansion kept silent about her background, but they had to call her "Miss" respectfully.In order to show how much he valued her, King Yu even allowed her to go through the main entrance every time she entered the palace.That is an honor that no number of wives and ladies in the palace can ask for.

Some things, how many people can't get it after exhausting their lives, and how many people are born with it.

This world is so unfair.

King Yu has become a bit older these years, and he has become a little more approachable. Every time he sees her, he can't restrain his joy on his face. He always holds her hand and chatters about household chores. Looking at her from afar, It is also a good picture of father's kindness and son's filial piety.

"Fanyin, you should move to the palace." King Yu's jet-black eyes were a little cloudy, and there were a few new wrinkles on his forehead, and he smiled kindly, "I When I get older, I always hope that my children are by my side."

"Thank you for your love, Uncle." Liu Fanyin raised her head, her eyes were dark and vivid, so deep that she couldn't see to the bottom, it was these eyes that Wang Yu liked the most.Yu Wang's words did not bring much fluctuation to her expression, her voice was still indifferent, "The sound is vulgar and shapeless, it's better to be outside."

King Yu's eyes darkened, if such words were left in the past, he would definitely turn his face and scold her for not knowing what to do.But for some reason, as I got older, my heart softened a lot.

In the end, he just sighed, "Fan Yin, do you hate me that much?"

Liu Fanyin smiled slightly, and this time she was really smiling. It is said that she was very similar to her mother when she smiled.She said, "Uncle, I never hated you."

King Yu looked at her smiling face, it was an all-too-familiar face, overlapping with another smiling face many years ago, which made him a little dazed for a moment.

After a long time, he waved his hand wearily and said, "That's all."

Liu Fanyin suppressed her smile, stood up to salute, and King Yu waved her hand, and she obediently retreated.Seeing this, Liang Yushu hastily followed.

"Fanyin, why do you..."

"you are not me."

Before Liang Yushu finished speaking, Liu Fanyin coldly interrupted her. Her voice was already indifferent, but now it was even more chilly. Follow up again.

Liu Fanyin was walking in this prosperous Prince Yu's Mansion, and the servants she met all bowed their knees to her, but she walked over without seeing her, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart.

She met Yu Wang for the first time when she was only three years old.

Niangqin was a very noble and arrogant woman, and she refused to let her see King Yu. She was so young at that time, separated by layers of soldiers, she raised her head very hard, and her eyes were a pair of deep black eyes.

That's why my mother always said that she was born to be as cold and cold as the honored king Zhao Lin.

She is indeed cool.

Niangqin was such a proud woman, but in the end she ended up in a gloomy end.

She didn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps, so she would rather be indifferent.