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Yuan Yunqian quietly came to Wen Yingsu's side and turned his head to look at her.

Seeing that it was him, Lamei hurriedly quietly stepped aside.

Yuan Yunqian looked at Wen Yingsu who was looking up at the starry sky, and felt that her expression was extremely gentle.

What was she thinking? Why is your expression so gentle? Yuan Yunqian's heart was also as soft as a puddle of water.

"The night is beautiful!" Yuan Yunqian said softly. He suddenly wanted to give her a bouquet of roses, on such a night, in such an atmosphere.

Wen Yingsu turned her head to look at him, although she was a little frightened, but she was not flustered.

"Yes." Wen Yingsu smiled.

Because of his proximity, he could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her, which was faint, but it smelled better than any kind of floral, and he couldn't help but be a little intoxicated.

But he didn't come any closer to her, he tried to control himself.

However, it is actually difficult to pretend to be calm in front of the person he likes, and he is trying to find a topic that can relax him and her, so he talks about the Mid-Autumn Festival, after all, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in another month.

Wen Yingsu asked him where he spent the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago, and he said that it was in Huguang.

He said that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would make mooncakes, barbecue meat, dance, and guess quizzes with the locals during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"But I always remember my relatives in the capital." Yuan Yunqian looked at the night sky and smiled.

"Now that you have been transferred back, you can spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with your family this year." Wen Yingsu looked at him and said softly.

"Yes, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows, but the feeling of looking forward to reunion is the same for thousands of years." Yuan Yunqian looked at her as he spoke, with a tenderness like water in his eyes.

Wen Yingsu didn't dare to look at him, and she quietly avoided his fiery gaze.

It's not that she doesn't understand his style, and it's not that she doesn't understand the other meaning of his words, but she doesn't want to make another person sad.

So she tried her best to pretend to be incomprehensible.

"It's late at night, the eighth master should rest early." Wen Yingsu said softly.

Yuan Yunqian moved closer to her and asked, "Do you like to come here at night?" ”

His voice was softer than before.

Wen Yingsu saw him suddenly approaching, and she couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and hurriedly said, "I don't come often." ”

Yuan Yunqian sensed her subtle psychology and smiled slightly: "Oh. ”

Since there was a long way to go together, the two walked together.

This time, Wen Yingsu deliberately kept her distance from him.

Yuan Yun was humble and let her go ahead.

It took a lot of self-control for him to keep himself from hugging her, so when he entered the room, a fine sweat was oozing from his forehead.

There was a maid in the room making his bed.

He looked around the room.

But I saw that there were half-foot-high books neatly placed on the desk, and there were four treasures of the study room and a guqin on one side.

On the bedside table was a vase of fresh flowers.

His eyes widened as he cast his gaze on the wall.

There hangs a poem there.

The font of the poem is delicate and heroic, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it was written by a man or a woman for a while.

He took a few steps closer.

See that the above is a one-handed Yuefu poem. The poem is exquisitely worded, full of emotion and subtle restraint, and it is quite intriguing to read.

There is no name left at the bottom of the poem. Judging from the handwriting, it should be a new work not long ago.

Yuan Yunqian asked the maid who was pouring tea for him: "Who wrote this poem?" ”

The maid hurriedly replied respectfully, "It was made by the young lady." ”

It turned out to be her! He's squealing.

He read the poem she wrote three times, and felt that her literary brilliance, realm, and emotional expression were far above the average boudoir woman.

How can such a girl not understand amorous? She's just hiding her amorous style.

Yuan Yunqian smiled and stopped.

But he didn't fall asleep right away.

It was strange to say that all he could think about was her voice and smile.

He suddenly felt a sense of heartbreak.

Is it because you find yourself in love with her? Or is it because I'm worried that she won't like him?

If she didn't like him, why did she blush so often? If she likes him, why is she always afraid of him approaching?

Thinking that they had only known each other for a day, he was relieved.

I'm afraid there is no woman who gives her affection easily when she doesn't know much about another person, right?

He felt that he should take the initiative to tell her about his background so that she could have a deeper understanding of him.

Thinking about it, he became more and more sleepy, so he got up in his clothes.

He pushed the window door open and let the night breeze blow in. He looked to where she was staying, and saw that the lights had been extinguished. Thinking that she was actually less than ten feet away from him, there was a frenzy surging in his heart.

Undoubtedly, he wanted to get close to her, but he was afraid to scare her. However, not getting close to her, he thought to himself.

I'm afraid I'm really emotional.

The night was as gentle as water, just like the expression on her face.

How can there be such a gentle and delicate girl?

He couldn't help but think of her graceful figure, her light gait, and her mountain-like curves, and the more he thought about it, the more messy he felt, and his breathing unconsciously quickened.

Thinking about Yuan Yunqian's experience in such an uncontrollable way was the first time, he took a deep breath with a red face, and turned back to his desk.

This afternoon, he overheard a maid say that Wen Yingsu likes plum blossoms. He saw that Wen Yingsu had a ruby plum blossom hairpin on her head, and she was wearing a half-arm embroidered with plum blossoms. He took out a plain paper fan from his bag and drew a few plum blossoms on it.

After finishing the painting, he stood up straight and looked at it, and felt that there was something missing, so he mentioned a small poem in the lower right corner of the fan.

The poem is elegantly written and affectionate, and with those few plum blossoms, it reveals more and more poetic beauty.

Yuan Yunqian looked at the fan for a long time, and finally put it back in the bag.

Now is not the time to give it to her, and giving it to her now will definitely scare her.

Yuan Yunqian sighed softly and lay back on the bed again.

This night, Yuan said to Miyazawa Zhe before falling asleep: "Master, I think Yun Qian and Ying Su are a good match, should we make a match?" ”

She was also curious about Miyazawa Zhe's attitude towards Wen Yingsu's lifelong events, as if she was not nervous at all. Last month, she also talked to Miyazawa Zhe about Wen Yingsu's life's events, but Miyazawa Zhe said: "Su'er has just lived in our palace not long ago, isn't it okay that we are so anxious to show her her belonging?" I think it's better to talk about it next year. ”

Yuan thought about it at the time and felt that it made sense, so he didn't mention it again, but now he suddenly found that Yuan Yunqian and Wen Yingsu were a special match when they were together, and the eyes of the two looked at each other as if they were a little interesting, so they couldn't help but mention this matter again.

"You don't have to worry about her life's events, she can only marry this palace." This is what the prince said to Tetsu Miyazawa before she moved into the palace.

Tetsu Miyazawa did not dare to forget.

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