The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

The warm sun was just right, it was supposed to be warm, but Wen Yan felt chills all over her body, from her fingertips to her heart, and spread to her brain. She seemed to have a crack somewhere, and the unstoppable wind slid through the cracks from the outside. Find a way to get in.

As if to see if her heart was made of flesh and blood.

Wen Yan didn't know what happened to him.

She should be steady, she reminded herself repeatedly, clutching the jade pendant she had taken off from her waist in her hand, the warm jade was slightly sore in her palm, reminding Wen Yan of the weight and power and responsibility on her hands.So, Wen Yan said to himself again:

"You can't go on."

There must be a clear line, otherwise...

otherwise what?

The blurring of the retina suddenly faded, presumably because the sun was too strong, after a moment of distraction, Wen Yan subconsciously pursed the corners of her lips, the softness was bitten by the tip of her teeth, the subtle dull pain stopped the one in her mind that she didn't want to touch. restricted area.

But she is clear, and understands very well.But it's also the one that Wen Yan doesn't want to face up to and agree with the most.

The girl continued walking.

She stood quietly in the busy city, moving forward with a blank expression on her face. From the moment she left the alley to now, Wen Yan's footsteps have not stopped, but she is walking forward evenly. The noisy flow of people brushes past her, street vendors The yelling was so extreme that she didn't stop for a second.

Surrounded by Wen Yan's atmosphere, unspeakably cold, as if the crowd consciously separated her, with white clothes better than snow, cold breath, superior eyebrows, at this moment, Wen Yan really looked like he had strayed into the world of dust and mortals. That fairy lotus.

Luo Hanjue's eyes closely followed the corners of the clothes, and she restrained her breath, but her upright posture and restrained temperament were also eye-catching.The female general does not step forward and does not retreat, and keeps a distance. She is behind the girl, never leaving her.

The same direction, one white and one black, the same path, and others consciously avoid it, which is very strange.

After walking for a long time, the obscure tsunami in Wen Yan's Liuli eyes slowly disappeared.

She turned into a desolate alley, leaned in the shade of no one, closed her eyes and pressed her forehead, enduring the sudden pain.When Wen Yan let go and looked outside, out of the corner of his eye, the tall black figure was no longer there.

Wen Yan closed his eyes and breathed silently.

It's better to go away... she thought.

She should have left a long time ago. She just squatted here because she didn't run away just now.

At that moment before, Wen Yan didn't know when Luo Hanjue finished eating, she didn't even take a step out of the alley corner, but she was shocked by the words that came out behind her.

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

Wen Yan looked back, and at some point Luo Hanjue was standing behind her. The sergeant's eyes were calm, and he couldn't hear the coldness in his voice just by looking at his face.

Wen Yan's eyes also turned cold, and the embarrassment just now was replaced by another long-standing emotion.

Her eyes were slightly cold, and she brushed over the man's shoulder. Her eyes fell on Luo Hanjue's brow, which looked lower than usual, but after staring for a while, Wen Yan's mind suddenly became blurred. Clenching the jade tightly in his hand, Luo Hanjue's eyebrows and eyes were the same as that of jade, still as cold as yesterday.

Before turning around and walking away, Wen Yan casually swept the corner of the man's lips, and she found that Luo Hanjue's lips were inexplicably pale.

Unlike myself, after drinking a bowl of hot soup, my face can be warmed up no matter what.

For no reason, Wen Yan let out a sigh from his heart.

Pitiful……

It was a pitiful look, and for some unknown reason, Wen Yan felt that perhaps Luo Hanjue deserved to be called pitiful.She stared at the faint softness, and then Wen Yan heard the poor man in front of her repeat what she had just said.

This time, the girl saw the surge under Luo Hanjue's ice shell.

It's clear that the person lives up to his name, and even his voice is sharp and cold, but Wen Yan was thinking:

She, isn't she being wronged?

As soon as this thought came out, Wen Yan froze all his thoughts and froze in place.

What are you thinking?

The system shook his head, Bai Tuanzi helplessly hugged Yuanyuan himself.

Leaning halfway on the wall, Wen Yan patted the corner of his clothes to get up and leave.

A phoenix was blowing behind him, and a strong smell of syrup wafted from the depths of the alley.Wen Yan turned to look inside, and she heard some slight movements.

She waited a while.

Even if there is no wind, the sweet and greasy smell still does not diminish, but intensifies.Wen Yan could tell that it wasn't the smell of cheap edible sugar, there was some wheat smell in the air, and the sweet smell lingering at the tip of her nose was very fragrant, Wen Yan couldn't see the movement inside clearly, but she couldn't hold back anymore.

Stopping at the entrance of the alley for a few dozen, Wen Yan walked in.

In the end, she understood where this sweet smell came from.

——It’s a candy painting booth.

Wen Yan stood in front of the booth, just like what she saw at a glance.

Simple, but clean and concise, no sticky sugar stains flying around, and various tools are well placed everywhere, like a serious businessman.

Wen Yan glanced around and only said strangely.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a straight appearance. When she walked over, the man looked up at her, then lowered his head and continued with the work in hand.The look of a silent munchkin is also in line with Wen Yan's thinking.

She didn't come here to look for excitement, nor was she a person who liked excitement.

The man's hands were very steady, and he quickly and skillfully swayed the brown sugar syrup on the heated slate. In the blink of an eye, a lifelike little monkey was drawn. Move on to the next one.

Wen Yan looked at the bamboo sticks on the candy painting booth that could barely fit in front of the case.Estimating the speed of the man's painting, Wen Yan also almost knew how long the stall had been in operation. She glanced over and saw all kinds of animals, all of them were lifelike, and they were indeed craftsmen among the people.

In a few breaths, the man finished making another koi carp, probably because the remaining syrup in his hand was used up, he put down the tools in his hand, and waited for someone to finish watching them one by one before opening his mouth calmly.

"What does your lord want? I can make it for you."

Wen Yan became a little interested, "Can you do everything?"

"Yes." The man nodded without saying anything else.

Qu Shize could see that although the girl in front of him was about the same age as his daughter, her clothes and workmanship were not affordable by ordinary wealthy people, especially her natural temperament and demeanor, which ordinary people would not be able to produce if they spent a lot of money. .

It's very different from the usual dandies who like to be busy in the city.

The difference between cloud and mud lies in this.

However, Qu Shize has never met those dudes until now. He doesn't sell food or goods, he just sells some brown sugar that children like, and he doesn't rely on this craft for a living. He just picks a few good days occasionally. Find a shady place to support it everywhere.

When you meet someone, you sell it.It is more normal to get nothing at the end of the day.

The man only focused on fiddling with the long spoon in his hand, and stopped talking after the sentence just now.

Wen Yan is not interested in these little things. As long as there are rare treasures in the palace, Wen Zibo will pack a copy and send them to Prince An's Mansion. Now his warehouse is full of piles of treasures, if there are no servants Take care of it regularly, I am afraid it will not accumulate dust long ago.

She used to play with several kinds of jade stones broken from the top of the mountain snow, and at first she was shocked by the magnificent and penetrating beauty of the purple. It can be said that there was a piece of purple jade inside that Wen Yan put on her body day and night, and kept it close to her body.

Because it is the color I really like, and it is also a very rare jade.

Later, Wen Zibo developed the trade over the sea, and the rare objects from the other side of the sea came one after another, talking about where the piece of purple jade was kept now.

Wen Yan couldn't remember.

There were footsteps outside the alley, and someone came again.

Qu Shize looked at the person who came, he was as outstanding as a girl, with cold and beautiful eyebrows, and a tall and straight figure. Although she was a woman, her steps were capable and steady, which made the man who had been a soldier in his early years couldn't help but secretly admire him. Rare took the initiative to greet: "Look at what you need, I can paint for you, and I can also make sugar figurines."

Luo Hanjue's eyes lingered, and then she asked softly to the stall owner, "Can I try it?"

Wen Yan had already smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafting from behind her, and knew that Luo Hanjue was coming, but now she was focusing on these gadgets, and then she heard Luo Hanjue's words to try.

try?She can even do this?How is this guy still so versatile?

All of a sudden, these messy questions were raised by Wen Yan, although none of them came out.

The girl still had a smile on her face, and her tone was light.

"Oh? This is not an easy task. Luo... If Miss Luo can't do it, stop it early, don't ruin her business."

The system shouted, what a hermaphrodite.

Luo Hanjue looked sideways, Wen Yan was indeed smiling, but unfortunately this smile was not as provocative as the eyes.

The woman didn't speak anymore, she turned around and her innate superiority covered up the loneliness in her eyes.

None of the three said a word, so the scene naturally became cold.

Hearing the surname "Luo", the man's steady eyes changed, and he glanced at the appearance of "Miss Luo" in front of him again in a subtle and meticulous manner, as if confirming something, he clenched his hands flat under the table for a moment , and slowly let go.

"I have no opinion."

Qu Shize's deep voice eased the stalemate in the atmosphere.

Wen Yan listened, put his arms around his chest, and stepped aside.

Since the stall owner has no objection, talking more will only make it more boring.

Her gaze followed the white dove flying across the sky, and went away.

Luo Hanjue was sitting in Maza behind the stall, the smooth stone slab was slightly warmed, and before she poured the syrup, she looked at the person leaning against the wall.

The copper spoon in her hand was held firmly by her.

Wen Yan tilted his head to look at the sunlight in the sky, the sunlight just fell on the shadow line here, the bright sun outside and the silence inside were very separated.Then she heard someone talking, like a cool and flowing clear spring in summer swaying in her ears, calming Wen Yan's anxiety.

It was Luo Hanjue who was speaking.

Wen Yan heard her say: "Is there anything you want to see?" The woman's tone paused, she raised her voice and said two words.

"Ayan?"

Wen Yan raised his sleepy eyelids, turned his head, and his four eyes happened to be straight up.

Seeing the color in Luo Hanjue's eyes clearly, and wondering if beauty will always be pitied by the heavens, a ray of sunshine just sneaked into this no-man's land and came to Luo Hanjue's shoulders. Will be dazzled by the nature of the sky.

The instant beauty left Wen Yan speechless.The girl quietly looked at the sunlight, and suddenly, she smiled.

Wen Yan said in a relaxed and cheerful tone, "Ma, I want to see the horse."

After that, he turned his head and looked elsewhere.

On that spring day, the osmanthus blossoms were blooming, and she had noticed the white horse that Luo Hanjue was riding. It was vigorous and powerful, with clear eyes. It is not difficult to imagine that there is such a one-in-a-million mount, and the driver is naturally ten steps on the battlefield. Kill one person, and never stay a thousand miles away.

Some pictures came one after another with the information on the desk.

Wen Yan's long eyelashes moved slightly. At that time, she only thought why the eyes of the man in black armor on the horse's back were brighter than the eyes of the white horse.

Now she still doesn't understand.

The silent man stood in the shadows, he was a bystander, and he could clearly see the undercurrents of these two people.

Maybe I haven't noticed that when they look at each other, if others don't know it, they will only sigh that they look like a pair of beautiful women.But Qu Shize only looked at Luo Hanjue, his eyes were complicated.

There was a piece of jade in his arms, and Qu Shize's rough fingertips ran across the only word engraved on the jade pendant. The jade pendant was warm and cool, but the fine scratches were engraved in the man's heart like a moat, causing his palms to hurt slightly.

The slightly warm morning sun left behind a sigh that lasted for years.

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small theater:

When the owner of the wonton stall was packing the tableware, he gave a strange surprise when he received the table in the innermost table.

The proprietress looked over, and the proprietress smiled and replied that it was all right, while packing up her things, she muttered: I didn't expect this guest to even finish the soup.