Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

?The next day, Cong Zhan came to see me.

He only wore a silver-gray robe, and he looked haggard. There was a small bruise under his eyes, like the halo of the moon last night, probably because he didn't get enough sleep.

When I saw him coming, I tried my best to maintain a light expression on my face, and my tone was also light, polite and distant:

"Master Zhao is here, come, please drink tea."

I asked him to sit down, and Yingying poured him a cup of tea, which was his favorite West Lake Longjing tea, with a faint fragrance.

"Min'er..." He pressed my hand, his eyes were deep and deep: "What do you call me? Master Zhao?"

His expression is sad to the end, it is unbearable to frown.I turned my head away, couldn't bear to look at him, and said:

"My lord is about to become the son-in-law of the empress dowager's niece, so you must be careful with your words. Don't call other girls by their boudoir names in the future, and don't make a joke of the whole capital."

I tried my best to maintain a light tone, held back tears, and tried to pull out my hand calmly, but I didn't want him to hold it tighter. His voice was sad and pitiful:

"Min'er, why did I care about other people's words? Why did you say that to hurt me? What's wrong with you? Why don't you dare to turn your head and look at me?"

Hearing this, I turned my head and looked at him viciously:

"Don't care? Don't you care what the Queen Mother says?"

Cong Zhan's expression jumped like a flame, dimmed slightly, and then said again:

"Min'er, we can fly far away, escape to a place where no one knows us, and simply be a commoner couple, okay?"

"Escape?" I smiled self-deprecatingly, "Where can we escape to? Also, your people... Do you want to ignore them? If we leave, the first person to be implicated That's them!"

Hearing this, Cong Zhan's eyes were completely dimmed, and his expression became fierce, turning blue and then white, like the white marks on celadon. If you burn it hard, there will be scorched white smoke that scalds your eyes and hurts your eyes. Can't open it.

He has always put his family as the most important thing, it's not like he didn't think about it!

I lowered my tone and said cruelly: "Besides, Mr. Zhao, you are a member of the first branch of the clan. You have been left behind and are in a difficult situation in the court. Since there is no hope for you to go far away, I, Ai Min, am greedy for money and power, and I don't want to live this life with you." Hard life!"

Although the words are light, they are extremely heavy, and it's not that he can't hear them.

He was silent for a long time, and said: "Why do you say that and humiliate yourself blindly."

Not allowing me to speak, he held my hand with both hands, and said softly: "Min'er, even if I have to marry Zhao Qianlian, I can still marry you. I swear, I will not stain her in the slightest except to give Zhao Qianlian the title. I will only love you for the rest of my life, okay?"

When he said that, my heart moved slightly, and immediately became cold again, I only said: "I'm afraid I will disappoint Master Zhao's kindness, I, Ai Min, don't have that blessing, please go back!"

Cong Zhan was speechless, with tears in his eyes, he must have tried his best to hold back, he said softly: "Then how do you agree?"

I raised my hand and drank a cup of tea, then I calmed down and said decisively:

"Zhu Xian is broken, the bright mirror is missing, the morning is dew, the fragrance is resting, the white head is singing, the hurt is parting, try to add food and don't miss the concubine, Jinshui Tangtang, and the king's long farewell!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhan smiled from the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Is this what you want to say?"

I had no more words, I broke free from his hand, turned around and walked away from the screen, and stopped looking at him.

In the next second, tears welled up in his eyes.

The light and shadow in the room were alienated, and Cong Zhan sat there in silence for a long time, and his tone was as slow as a misty fog:

"How I wish I didn't grow up in the emperor's house!"

Finally left.