After talking for a while, the sky was slightly overcast, and the scorching sun fell down.

The evening breeze was leisurely, with the precipitated heat and stuffiness on Shen Anyan's face, she looked at Shen Qiyuan in the light of the setting sun, his brocade robe was shrouded in a halo, and his handsome facial features were blurred.

Shen Qiyuan turned his head and approached her, "How can you be moved by my amazing appearance?" I can't even take my eyes off it. ”

Shen Anyan was used to his disobedience, and sneered, "No, take a look, lest I don't even remember what I look like when I come back." ”

These words made Shen Qiyuan's face sink down, he was silent, stood under the tree, watching the sunlight penetrate the trees and show brilliance, and the beautiful flowers were beautiful, but it was difficult to stop the loneliness of the approaching night.

He sighed suddenly, pursed his thin lips and said solemnly, "Third girl, I promise that I will write to you every once in a while, and ask them to draw a portrait of me, so that you will not forget me." ”

He's actually still afraid.

Feelings are too ethereal, and the third girl is so important to him.

Shen Anyan heard his apprehension, and the moment of relief, he was sour, but she didn't do it enough to make him panic.

Thinking like this, Shen Anyan couldn't help but hug him, his head meekly resting on his chest, like a tightly knit button on his clothes, "You think of me in your heart, write to me, I'm happy, but you have to pay attention to yourself first, and then consider me, besides, how can you be afraid, the saints are presiding over the family affairs for you, who dares to propose marriage to me?" ”

Her comfort was tinged with a hint of teasing, and he knew it was a reassuring gesture for him.

Shen Qiyuan was no longer so worried, he hugged her and inhaled the fragrant fragrance on her body into his nose, as if he wanted to engrave it into his mind, "Go, it's late, rest early." ”

The last word dragged on with a shallow tail note, as if sighing.

Shen Anyan watched and stepped back to the house.

When Qingling propped up the window, she saw the figure at the gate of the courtyard and sighed, "Sister, the prince is still there." ”

Shen Anyan looked over and saw that he seemed to open his mouth and said something, so he slowly turned around and melted into the night.

Hong Qian has always been out of the world, and he doesn't know much about many things, so he just leaned his head and smiled: "The prince is really good to the third girl." ”

Qingling smashed her mouth, and secretly said that she couldn't be better, and she was pitiful to her neck.

Bian Niang was stirring the towel and scareless, "How old are you, what can you understand?" ”

Then he stepped forward with a scarf, "Sister, let's wipe your face and your neck." ”

This is with an allusion.

Shen Anyan was silent, and finally said, "Bian Niang, I like my uncle." ”

Since Shen Anyan opened the skylight and said bright words, Bian Niang did not beat around the bush, and teased the scarf, with a sad face.

"The slave knows that my sister likes the prince, but she likes it in a measured way, sister, you are in the boudoir now, how can you do such a thing, wouldn't it be a discredit to your sister if it is spread out."

Bian Niang's panic shocked Shen Anyan, making her look at the jumping candle heart for a while, and said in confusion, "Uncle has already asked the saint to marry me." ”

Such words made Bian Niang even more shocked and absurd, and now she is married, but she is not asking her sister to be widowed.

Although my sister is not like an ordinary girl, the yearning for love in her bones is the same as that of those daughters, she has read a lot of idle books and has a worry-free life, so the requirements for love are just a sudden heartbeat, no matter what the reality is?

"Sister, it's not a slave and a maid, it's just ..... The prince will go to the battlefield, in case ....... Wouldn't it be that you will end up with a festival hall for life, sister. ”

The Jingjie Hall, which is the place where those widows go, is the mansion that accommodates widows to keep festivals, and it has never opened its door, as if it had entered a tomb and never entered the sun again.

When Shen Anyan heard this, his face changed drastically, "Good manner, what are you talking about frustrating, my uncle hasn't even gone out on the expedition, why did you think of it, isn't it a clear curse for my uncle!" ”

These words are serious, and Shen Anyan has always been lenient and simple, so as soon as these words came out, Bian Niang and the others were all lying on the ground.

Shen Anyan was still puzzled, and the cuidian on her forehead was shining in everyone's hearts, panicking.

"Furthermore, although my uncle mentioned this matter to the Holy Lord, he also said that he would marry me on the day of his triumphant return, what selfish motives did he have? He is everywhere for me, and he makes you think of him so badly. ”

Speaking of the back, the voice was crying, and Bian Niang was shocked when she heard it.

Let's go.

Why bother.

He became the wicked man who forcibly demolished the mandarin ducks.

Furthermore, it is really thoughtful for the prince to do this.

Why do you pick thorns in the stones?

Bian Niang made a long gesture, "It's a slave or a maid, it's not, a slave shouldn't beat people to death with such a stick." ”

Shen Anyan heard her compromise, his anger sank into his stomach, and he let out a mutter, "I know that you are for my good, but Bian Niang, you don't know the reason, so I feel that my uncle is wrong, he was closer to Guishuang before, but it was just his roundabout technique, just to make the prince take them lightly." ”

Bian Niang's heart jumped, not only her, but even Qingling opened her mouth in surprise, and then heard Shen Anyan tell her story, and the two of them suddenly became enlightened, and the thorn in their hearts was finally eliminated.

It's just that Shen Anyan said that he was in the back, but he couldn't help but feel sad, his back bow was in a tense state, and under the flickering candle flame, his trembling figure was leisurely.

"It's just that I didn't expect that after crossing so many hardships and dangers, God is unwilling to let us go, and I want to come out like this, this time I'm not sure, I don't know if there will be another Guishuang, or as Bian Niang said, the sword has no eyes."

Bian Niang came over in the end, and comforted: "Sister, life is like this, you can't calculate what will happen in the next moment, so all we have to do is cherish the present, my sister has always been transparent, I know what the slave and maid said, and I blame the slave and maid for being stupid and saying some nonsense, which makes my sister sad." ”

Shen Anyan nodded.

Bian Niang remembered that she hadn't eaten at night, so she said, "Sister, do you want to eat some?" The slave maid asks the kitchen to make your favorite porridge. ”

Shen Anyan shook his head, turned around and ordered Qingling to take out the needle and thread in the cabinet, saying that he wanted to make some peace charms for Shen Qiyuan.

After all, Shen Qiyuan was going to go on the expedition in one more day, and he didn't know the return date of this trip, so he didn't stop it.

Shen Anyan sat in front of the window, looking at a candlestick across the kang table, the candles on it were beating, and the wick curled up in the scorching tongue of fire with a charred body, so hot that the candles flowed tears and dripped, like a woman crying alone at night.

So bitter, so sad.

Shen Anyan looked inexplicably frightened, and hurriedly picked up scissors to cut off the candle core, falling black spots like insect corpses, burning a scar on the smooth desktop.