Happy Marriage

"I have never thought about this issue. My father took my portrait to your house to participate in the election of a concubine. I don't know at all." An Sheng defended.

Yu Jingyun took a deep breath: "I've never thought about choosing a concubine. I was so public a few days ago, but it was just to reject the trouble of Ling Luobing."

An Sheng lowered his head and kicked the stones under his feet with the toe of his embroidered boots: "The Princess Luo Bing said that you are hers."

"I have never liked her, and I have never thought of making her the prince concubine. I know that she does not allow others to approach me, so I am afraid that she will embarrass you, cause you trouble, and dare not get too close to you.

I only wanted to wait until she gave up and then confess her feelings to you. But I didn't expect that she would be chasing after her, unyielding, so I pretended to be looking for flowers and willows every day, so as to provoke her disgust. "Yu Jingyun explained seriously.

An Sheng was stunned for a moment, then blinked his eyes, and finally came to a realization: "Do you want me to help you get rid of Princess Luo Bing? Don't worry, it is right for you to put a knife to your side."

Yu Jingyun instantly seemed to explode his lungs with anger, staring at An Sheng, wanting to tear her apart and swallow her.

"Xia Ansheng, everything I've done these days is for you, for you, you still don't understand?"

An Sheng was frightened, and nodded hastily: "I understand, I understand. But, but we are not suitable."

"What's wrong? Don't you just want a husband who loves you wholeheartedly and pampers you alone? I've thought about it carefully, I can do it. I Yu Jingyun won't marry anyone else in the future, I only want you A prince concubine. Xia Ansheng, what else do you have to shirk?"

An Sheng always felt that on that day, when he was frank with him about the candidate for his husband-in-law, he had a set of rules and standards in his heart, and Yu Jingyun could not fit into those rules no matter what. But what it is, she herself can't tell, she doesn't know.

She was dumbfounded for a while, and lowered her head: "Yu Shizi, I, I don't think I can afford to be high."

Yu Jingyun's brows became tighter and tighter. He, who has always been confident and even arrogant, became unsure for the first time and asked suspiciously, "Don't you want to?"

An Sheng was in a state of turmoil, and for a while he was at a loss for what to do.

She always thought that in her heart, she was somewhat in love with Yu Jingyun.

He is his own god, who saves himself from danger time and time again. He is burly and handsome, domineering and noble, powerful and powerful, and he is the sweetheart that many girls dream of.

If he can respond to him and become the prince concubine of Dingguohoufu, he can ascend to the sky in one step, standing on the shoulders of giants and overlooking all living beings.

When Xue Shi, Xia Ziwu and the others saw them, they had to kneel respectfully. He could hold them in the palm of his hand, turn their hands into clouds, and cover them into rain. It was easy to avenge their mother's revenge.

From now on, I don't have to worry about my way out, I don't have to worry about their harm, I can honor my ancestors and become the glory of Xia Mansion.

There are too many benefits, paving a golden avenue, shining in front of An Sheng, waving at her, full of temptation.

However, An Sheng always felt that if he really embarked on this road, the only thing he had left was a gorgeous and lustrous body, and some things would be left behind at some point.

It was a strange and contradictory thought, inexplicable, and it always made her feel empty anyway.

Maybe it was because the surprise came too suddenly, like being hit by a falling boulder.

"I, I have never thought about getting married. I have always felt that I am living a good life now. to adjust to another life.”

An Sheng felt a little uneasy in his heart, and did not dare to raise his eyes to look at Yu Jingyun, for fear that his face would be too severe, and he would be afraid and dare not speak out his rejection.

"Moreover, I still have a lot of things to do, I don't want to, I don't want to get married"

She didn't know how to express the panic in her heart, and she was incoherent for a while.

Yu Jingyun sighed softly, raised his hand, and slowly rubbed the top of her head: "Is it a bit too sudden? Are you scared by me?"

An Sheng gave a soft "um".

Yu Jingyun was amused when she saw her rare panic, and couldn't help but chuckle: "It's okay, you can not give me an answer now. I just want to tell you, I like you, you Xia Ansheng are me Yu Jingyun Yes, no one else wants to take you away from me.

Shicai, on a whim, I wanted to take you straight to the Xishan camp and announce this in front of my soldiers. But in the end, reason gave me pause. I won't show off until you're ready.

Moreover, I do need a while to deal with my own affairs. So as not to cause you unnecessary trouble in the future. An Sheng, believe me, I, Yu Jingyun, will definitely spoil you and make you the most dazzling woman in the Chang'an Dynasty. "

No one can refuse such sweet, sworn love words. In particular, these words came from the mouth of the iron-blooded man Yu Jingyun, which made people feel unreasonably that his words were just one word, and such a promise would definitely be fulfilled.

An Sheng is just an ordinary woman, and she will also be moved. After the initial panic disappears, she will involuntarily feel sweetness in her heart and give birth to infinite longing.

She was a little dazed, wrapped in hesitation, confusion, excitement, and a little inexplicable loss.

If you refuse, it is like saying that you are going to retreat, and if you want to refuse, you will welcome.

When Yu Jingyun sent An Sheng back to the Yaolu, snowflakes began to fall sporadically in the sky. They were not dense, but they fell very large. They were really like goose feathers. They fell erratically. And rise, fall on the top of the tree, on the roof.

Smoke from the kitchen chimney began to rise, and Mrs. Feng had already started cooking.

This cooking smoke always warms An Sheng's heart, feeling as if he has returned to his own home.

Leng Nanxian was standing under the eaves of the porch, staring blankly at the heavy snow. The white clothes and black hair blended perfectly into the heavy snow without any surprises.

An Sheng looked at him from a distance, and always felt that there was a faint layer of smoke around Leng Nanxian. He didn't know if it was the humidity of Ruixue or the lingering smoke from the kitchen that was blown away by the wind. A gloom.

An Sheng suddenly remembered a word: It seems that the stars were not last night, so who is the wind and the night?

Master has something on his mind, and seems to be worried and restless.

Yu Jingyun made a loud "call", restrained the reins, and then lifted his fox fur cloak, revealing An Sheng's charming figure.

This time, An Sheng didn't need him to hold him. He stepped on the stirrup and got off the horse, then raised his face to Yu Jingyun and said, "Am I in?"

As soon as he turned his face up, snowflakes fell down immediately, between his eyebrows and on his eyelashes, and he had to close his eyes.

Yu Jingyun glanced proudly at Leng Nanxian in the yard, curled his lips slightly, bent down, and affectionately brushed off a snowflake that fell from An Sheng's bun: "Well, remember to take care of yourself, I'll come back another day. look at you."

An Sheng couldn't wait, turned around and left.

"quiet!"

Yu Jingyun sat on the horse and called her.

An Sheng turned his face: "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Yu Jingyun asked hesitantly, "Will you go to the New Year's Eve banquet in the palace?"

Without thinking about it, An Sheng shook his head: "My father seems to be taking Xia Ziwu with him. I won't go."

Yu Jingyun let out a disappointed "Oh".

"Go back early." An Sheng urged him.

Yu Jingyun raised his eyebrows and smiled, lifted the reins of the horse, the horse's hooves smashed the Qiongyu on the ground, splashed mud, and flew away.

An Sheng felt a little guilty, and walked in slowly with his head lowered, afraid that if Leng Nanxian would ask for a while, where did he and Yu Jingyun go, what did he say, and how should he answer?

Leng Nanxian glanced at her, but didn't say anything, just silently turned around and went back to the room.

An Sheng was stunned in place, and felt that his heart was empty, as if he had been abandoned by Leng Nanxian, giving birth to thousands of grievances.

Is the master angry? Angry that he didn't know the good and bad just now, but he chose to go out with Yu Shizi?

But the battle just now was on the verge of breaking out. I couldn't really let Shizi Yu and Sister Feng fight to the death because of this trivial matter, right?

Besides, Yu Shizi was kind and righteous to him, he just said a few words to himself, and he didn't want to drag him through fire and water, why did Master insist on blocking it?

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, like tugging, it is also dense, and it falls into the neck, which is a little cold.

An Sheng expected that the window would be suddenly pushed open, and then Leng Nanxian stared at her angrily and scolded: "What are you doing out there stupidly? Isn't it cold?"

She would smile instantly, and then hurriedly ran into the house, coaxing him to be happy.

However, the door remained closed.

An Sheng stood for a long while, and finally couldn't help it. He gently opened the door and walked in.

Leng Nanxian was holding the medical book in his hand, absent-mindedly in a daze, when he heard An Sheng's footsteps, he hurriedly collected his mind and pretended to turn a page.

An Sheng walked into the room and shouted happily, "Master, I'm back."

Leng Nanxian looked up at her and said nothing.

Leng Nanxian had a plate of Bai Shengsheng's dumplings in his hand, and at first glance it was Feng's craftsmanship.

It just looks like it's already a little cold, it's still intact, and there's no heat at all.

An Sheng said happily: "Dumplings for lunch today? Why didn't Master eat them?"

Leng Nanxian glanced at the plate of dumplings that had already cooled down, and said, "I'm not hungry."

An Sheng didn't care about his indifference at all: "How come you're not hungry? I brought it to Master to reheat it and add a vinegar dish? Doesn't Master like to be jealous?"

Leng Nanxian immediately became angry: "Who likes to be jealous?"