Banjiang Misty Rain

The majestic summer rain frequently hit the blue-gray tiled roof, strings of bead curtains fell to the ground tick-tock.

A white shadow sprinted under the rain, drenching all over his body.

The servant behind her caught up two steps and held an umbrella for her, but she kicked the servant down angrily to vent her anger.

"Get out, get out!"

She roared in a warm voice, and her gentle face turned ferocious.

The servant did not dare to go forward again, he had never seen her get angry, and he had never seen her become so anxious about something.

Not long after, she went to a room alone, and slammed the closed rich door.

The servant girls in the room were stunned and forgot to salute for a moment.

"Zhuge Qian!" The wet white figure walked quickly to the couch beside the woman who was sitting quietly reading a book.

Seeing her embarrassed state, Zhuge Qian looked indifferent, put down his book, got up and waved to the servant girl, screened and left.

"King Tangtang Rui, you lost your composure, how can you make others laugh at you?" Zhuge Qian took out a handkerchief and wiped the water stains on her face.

She raised her hand to hold the woman's slender wrist tightly, and said in an annoyed voice, "Everyone in the world knows that I like you, how could they just watch you marry someone else!"

A hint of complexity appeared in Zhuge Qian Qingming's astonishingly beautiful eyes: "This matter is an order from the sage, and it is the crown prince who asked me to marry him by name."

"I know!" She couldn't help but yelled, holding her wrist tighter and tighter: "He is trying to force me on purpose, but I can ask my father! I will return the military power to them, and the prince will not Don't be afraid of me anymore, I won't marry you."

Zhuge Qian smiled faintly for a moment, mocking but not mocking: "Ah Huan, the prince will definitely marry a woman from the Zhuge clan. He needs the support of our clan, and this is also the rule of the royal family and the Zhuge clan for generations. We share the honor and the humiliation. At that time, even if your mother and concubine are also members of my Zhuge clan, the Zhuge clan will not only favor you, and the military power in your hand is your best amulet."

"You mean, you have to marry Yuan Cheng?"

"I'm going to deal with him so that I can help you stay safe for the rest of your life."

"Help me be safe for the rest of my life?" Yuan Huan smiled coldly, "Doesn't it mean that Qian'er thinks I'm no match for him in the future!"

She just doesn't fight, not incompetent.

"Ah Huan..." Zhuge Qian stared three times.

Yuan Huan suddenly bit her half-sweet lips, not wanting to hear any more persuasion from her, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you absolutely determined to marry him?"

"Yes." Zhuge Qian's lower lip moved, and he answered briefly.

Yuan Huan rushed to his brain, let go of her slender wrists, and lifted her hands vigorously up to her waist. Their chests were tightly pressed against each other without a single gap.

They almost blended into each other's flesh and blood.

"If you dare to marry, I will destroy you right now." She bowed her head next to her ear, nibbling the woman's tender white pendulous.

Zhuge Qian's heart softened, but his expression remained indifferent: "You shouldn't be so emotional, you are the emperor's favorite son, you should know better than me that sentimentality is a weakness and will be exploited by those who want to."

"But I love you, I can't control it." Tears welled up in Yuan Huan's eyes.

"Take me as your pawn, I will be your eyes, your ears..."

"Zhuge Qian!" Yuan Huan let go of his arms, rolled two wet tears, and glared at her with red eyes: "I don't like to listen to your Zhuge clan's righteous rhetoric, and I don't like to see your indifferent attitude. I don't need you to give up Myself! You wait for me! I'll go ask my father to ask for you!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left the house quickly, running wildly in the rain.

Zhuge Qian didn't stop her, so she let her make this trip in vain, maybe she would see the truth clearly.

"Sister Qian, sister Qian..."

A clear and clear child's voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, calling her softly.

The figure that was getting farther and farther outside the window suddenly turned into the child in his memory.

Like that year, yes, yes.

It was that year.

Yuan Huan was six years old and she was ten.

She is in the hall, boasting about her.

"Sister Qian's eyes are so beautiful, the bright night stars are not even half as beautiful as yours."

"In the future, marry me."

A word caused the whole hall to laugh.

She didn't answer her, thinking this kid was really frivolous.

But she is not frivolous, just too frank.

Yuan Huan.

The sixth princess of the current emperor Ji, the mother is Zhuge's imperial concubine, concubine Xian.

He has been favored by thousands of people since he was born, and he was granted the title of King Rui at the age of eight, and the house lives outside the palace to avoid disputes in the harem.

In order to keep her safe throughout her life, when she was 12 years old, Emperor Ji also handed over the military power of the Beijing army to her, and gave her the richest and closest fiefdom, Yuzhou, as a fiefdom. Beijing.

The prince regarded her as a thorn in the side, but unfortunately he couldn't remove the thorn.

However, King Rui was still young, he was overly favored by Emperor Ji, and he was not arrogant when he had the Zhuge clan as his backing.

Now, in a blink of an eye, he is 14 years old.

Originally, she wanted to wait until next year and Jiji, so she would ask Emperor Ji to give her a marriage, but Zhuge Qian was promised to marry someone else first.

Eight years of love has come to nothing, a floating dream.

But in fact, the ending has long been doomed, but they are unwilling to see clearly.

Who taught young people to always be frivolous and crazy.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I can only bear this situation.

Zhuge Qian suppressed his grief and muttered quietly in his heart.

Before I knew it, there was already a mist in front of my eyes.

But the tears never fell.