If you ask Jiang Ruofu, what was it like when he first met Chen Wang Shizi.

Jiang Ruofu only had one sentence.

expensive

Beautiful and expensive.

She had never seen a person with such an insolent and seemingly thunderous momentum.

Noble and handsome to the extreme.

is also publicized and unruly to the extreme.

Crossing the street on horseback, giving way to the street and not daring to complain, that was the first time she saw the powerful Wang Sun crossing the street like in the play, raising dust and stepping on the workshop, arrogant and fearless.

The retinue was full of slaves, and the horses were tall.

No matter how fast the horses of his retinue ran, none of them dared to cross him, and everyone tightened their reins and was careful.

All the pedestrians on the street avoided it, and they didn't even dare to look up, and ordinary people stood on both sides of the street in awe.

Jiang Ruofu stood on the side of the road in a daze, and saw from a distance that the jade hairpin on his hair seemed to be able to drift ice in the sun, and she had never seen such a color and texture.

His narrow eyes, which were slightly narrowed by the scorching sun, also revealed a strong sense of alienation and nobility that rejected people thousands of miles away.

I don't know if Mingyang was too strong and dazzling, or if she was a little sluggish by the dust wind brought up by the horse's hooves.

Her hand unintentionally let go, and the rough silver hairpin in her hand fell to the ground, and rolled around a few times, and she looked blankly at the man riding a jade horse, dressed in white clothes, and flying fiercely.

His body was plated with a layer of sunlight pale gold, the smooth outline was clear and delicate, the white clothes were fierce, and the hand holding the reins was wide sleeved. The white jade whip was clenched by his other hand, as sharp as a sword, and his face was grim and his eyebrows were picturesque.

The horse's hooves seemed to be stepping on the dust of Jiulifan, and he was in his prime, and the sun was also flourishing.

He is like the strongest but coldest bottle of wine in the world, and the face of the wine is as cold as a sword.

The jade belt treasure pedal, and the brocade clothes did not hide his brilliance at all, but made his cold and pressing momentum even more majestic, and he did not dare to let people look at him directly.

The people behind him constantly had the sound of beating horses and shouting "drive".

The dust was flying, and passers-by scattered in all directions.

It's really beautiful and expensive.

This is Jiang Ruofu's first intuitive feeling of the word "expensive".

It shook her world with great impact, it turned out that the breeze could be strong, and the white clothes could also be indifferent.

She stood by the side of the road, looking up at his galloping figure, and the only thing left in her mind was one sentence,

The waves are prosperous, and the son is born.

It's just that in that short moment, she saw the figure of the white-clothed horse, and she only felt that the mountains and rivers in front of her could be cleared, and the prosperity was long.

The moment became extremely slow, very slow, and flowed past her eyes bit by bit.

She looked up at him in the crowd like the tiniest speck of dust to the highest clouds.

The group followed him across the street on horseback, and it was not until the figure disappeared at the corner of the street that Jiang Ruofu came back to his senses and found that his hairpin was missing.

She hurried forward to pick it up, but the hairpin was disobedient and rolled again, and she ran up, and when she leaned over to pick up the silver hairpin, she heard the whispered discussion of others.

"This is the third time this month, right?"

"How's the barbarian work you caught ten days ago?"

"It's probably killed, after all, that fine work lurks in Chang'an, just like ordinary people, but at night it kills on a large scale, disturbing people's hearts, and not killing is not enough to anger the people,"

"Dazhao is really going to be chaotic, why are there so many thieves recently."

Jiang Ruofu's movement of leaning over and picking up the hairpin froze, and he couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen to the discussion of others.

"Among so many powerful people, the only one who dares to fight horses and cross the street is King Chen, even if he is replaced by a prince, he probably won't dare."

"That's not it, after all, the prince of Chen Wang is respected, that's different. It is not an exaggeration to count the princes and grandsons of the first share in the Jokhang. ”

The people on the side of the street slowly walked to the middle of the street again, in groups of threes and twos.

A woman couldn't help but blush,

"Prince Chen is really handsome, just in terms of this kind of appearance, he can really be regarded as the leading jade-faced Langjun in the Jokhang."

"I didn't dare to look up, I just felt that the royal majesty of Prince Chen was too great, and I didn't dare to look up until I saw it, how could I dare to see what Prince Chen looked like. You're so daring. ”

"Ahem, I don't know what kind of thief I'm going to catch this time, it's the third time this month."

"The first time this month was in a hurry to participate in the palace banquet that had been open for a long time, I heard that the prince of Chen Wang was not going, but he suddenly decided to go after a long time, I thought it was wanton, who knew that the prince was on the spot at the palace banquet to kill the assassin, and then these two times, I heard that it was the queen mother's decree, and the prince of the country was allowed to knock the gong and shake the city when he was in trouble, and crossed the street. I'm afraid that Dazhao has really not been very peaceful lately. ”

Jiang Ruofu picked up the silver hairpin and held it tightly in his hand, and his grim and grim appearance was still very impactful in his mind.

It seems that he is a natural king, grandson and nobleman, he has a solitary arrogance that is disdained by mortals in the world, he has a high level above all things, his eyebrows are as strong as ink, even if he wears the mildest white clothes, he is just as sharp and cold and detached.

It turned out that he was the famous prince of King Chen.

Really... It lives up to its name.

Jiang Ruofu stood on the street, in the dust raised by the horse's hooves that had not yet dissipated, and slowly clenched the crude silver hairpin in his hand that had just been like a treasure.

She is like a silver hairpin of very poor quality that is made for free of charge, and Wen Guqi, the son of King Chen, is the most luxurious and rare jade, which is only suitable for carving the jade seal of the country like He's Bi and staying in the temple to be worshipped, worshiped by thousands of people, and surrendered to his feet.

Born across the moat, he is completely a person of two worlds.

For many days to come,

She couldn't help but think, but she didn't dare to think about it.

He was someone she couldn't even think of.

He didn't know that his appearance without warning was a tossing and turning, restless heartbeat existence for her.

So even when she faces everyone, she can be very different and no longer cowering, and can face it calmly.

She was still nervous about facing him.

It wasn't because she was naturally submissive, but because he was a different being from everyone else to her.

It was an existence that she didn't dare to think about, but couldn't help but think about.

When she exchanged with him for the first time, she only thought it was a dream, and she thought too much about it day and night, so she dreamed of becoming the son of King Chen.

When she found out that she had changed her body, she was like being struck by thunder and purple lightning, her whole body stiffened, and she couldn't believe it for a long time.

In the subsequent meeting, even in the face of Wen Guqi, who was using her body, she still didn't dare to look up.

She was nervous, and she pondered for a long time every action and every word he made

Dudu is just like this to him.

It's all because she has a secret that she doesn't dare to blurt out, and secretly hides a feeling like a thief who doesn't dare to be an outsider. She didn't dare to expose this feeling to the light of day, just like a thief who didn't dare to show the stolen goods in the world, humbly and carefully hidden, not daring to let anyone find out, no matter how sad and cowardly she was.

He asked her if she wanted him to be responsible for that time. 59 Books

In fact, she was not completely decisive, the person facing him was him, and her heart was irresistibly shaken.

But she knew that she had never known him, and that he would be very unhappy if he suddenly asked him to take her by his side and forcibly tie her together.

So, she said.

- "You and I have met in the water, and in this way, you have suffered more, and the son of the world does not owe me." Jofer didn't want to use this method to cling to the powerful. ”

"If I don't have to, I will never have the idea of getting married in my life, I just want to take good care of my brother and aunt."

She knew that she was a concubine, and it was not up to her to decide whether to marry or not, no matter whether she wanted to marry or not, the eldest lady and father would definitely squeeze out the value that a daughter should have and let her marry.

But she told him that she wanted not to marry for the rest of her life.

Because of the affection that she didn't dare to blurt out, she didn't want to add the slightest trouble to him, and she even hoped that she could disappear into his life as soon as possible.

She didn't even pray for him to look at him from afar, she just begged him to be well.

Don't be bothered by her.

The first time she saw him,

Under the unbridled bright sun.

On the long street where pedestrians are avoiding it.

He rode past without even looking at her.

There is a sudden wind brought by the horse's hooves, there is a horse flying dust, there is a horse whip thrown sharply, and the voices of people are noisy. There is Mingyang wild, nine Li Fan Chen.

Her hairpin rolled down from her bones, and her heart also fell in that moment.

But when she clearly realized that he would never like her, she didn't dare to think about it anymore, let alone have the courage to take a step forward.

was jealous of all his emotional ups and downs, and all his gossip, but the next moment he clearly realized that she was not even qualified to be jealous.

I heard Lu Danruo say that he liked and admired him.

She couldn't help but feel that it was a child's heart, but there was a word that she never dared to say in her heart,

I love you more.

But the more I like it, the more I feel that he should be with more outstanding and better people.

She could only be one of the people in the crowd looking up to him, and she didn't dare to have more intersections.

All the sadness, sweetness, jealousy, pain, helplessness.

She can only be alone, she dare not expose it, she dare not tell anyone.

She carefully hid this feeling, but the more she deliberately stayed away, the more she couldn't help but fall.

The real him made her even more difficult to extricate herself from than the one she had glimpsed at the beginning.

And at this moment, the night is boundless, the river breeze is sultry, Wen Guqi stroked her hair, bent down to look directly into her eyes, the peach blossom eyes that are unconsciously smiling as long as you look at people seriously, always make people have the illusion that he loves the person being watched, scorching like fire, making people dare not look at it.

Jiang Ruofu couldn't help but look at him, tears welling up in his eyelashes.

If you ask Jiang Ruofu, what was it like when he first met Chen Wang Shizi.

Jiang Ruofu only had one sentence.

expensive

Beautiful and expensive.

She had never seen a person with such an insolent and seemingly thunderous momentum.

Noble and handsome to the extreme.

is also publicized and unruly to the extreme.

Crossing the street on horseback, giving way to the street and not daring to complain, that was the first time she saw the powerful Wang Sun crossing the street like in the play, raising dust and stepping on the workshop, arrogant and fearless.

The retinue was full of slaves, and the horses were tall.

No matter how fast the horses of his retinue ran, none of them dared to cross him, and everyone tightened their reins and was careful.

All the pedestrians on the street avoided it, and they didn't even dare to look up, and ordinary people stood on both sides of the street in awe.

Jiang Ruofu stood on the side of the road in a daze, and saw from a distance that the jade hairpin on his hair seemed to be able to drift ice in the sun, and she had never seen such a color and texture.

His narrow eyes, which were slightly narrowed by the scorching sun, also revealed a strong sense of alienation and nobility that rejected people thousands of miles away.

I don't know if Mingyang was too strong and dazzling, or if she was a little sluggish by the dust wind brought up by the horse's hooves.

Her hand unintentionally let go, and the rough silver hairpin in her hand fell to the ground, and rolled around a few times, and she looked blankly at the man riding a jade horse, dressed in white clothes, and flying fiercely.

His body was plated with a layer of sunlight pale gold, the smooth outline was clear and delicate, the white clothes were fierce, and the hand holding the reins was wide sleeved. The white jade whip was clenched by his other hand, as sharp as a sword, and his face was grim and his eyebrows were picturesque.

The horse's hooves seemed to be stepping on the dust of Jiulifan, and he was in his prime, and the sun was also flourishing.

He is like the strongest but coldest bottle of wine in the world, and the face of the wine is as cold as a sword.

The jade belt treasure pedal, and the brocade clothes did not hide his brilliance at all, but made his cold and pressing momentum even more majestic, and he did not dare to let people look at him directly.

The people behind him constantly had the sound of beating horses and shouting "drive".

The dust was flying, and passers-by scattered in all directions.

It's really beautiful and expensive.

This is Jiang Ruofu's first intuitive feeling of the word "expensive".

It shook her world with great impact, it turned out that the breeze could be strong, and the white clothes could also be indifferent.

She stood by the side of the road, looking up at his galloping figure, and the only thing left in her mind was one sentence,

The waves are prosperous, and the son is born.

It's just that in that short moment, she saw the figure of the white-clothed horse, and she only felt that the mountains and rivers in front of her could be cleared, and the prosperity was long.

The moment became extremely slow, very slow, and flowed past her eyes bit by bit.

She looked up at him in the crowd like the tiniest speck of dust to the highest clouds.

The group followed him across the street on horseback, and it was not until the figure disappeared at the corner of the street that Jiang Ruofu came back to his senses and found that his hairpin was missing.

She hurried forward to pick it up, but the hairpin was disobedient and rolled again, and she ran up, and when she leaned over to pick up the silver hairpin, she heard the whispered discussion of others.

"This is the third time this month, right?"

"How's the barbarian work you caught ten days ago?"

"It's probably killed, after all, that fine work lurks in Chang'an, just like ordinary people, but at night it kills on a large scale, disturbing people's hearts, and not killing is not enough to anger the people,"

"Dazhao is really going to be chaotic, why are there so many thieves recently."

Jiang Ruofu's movement of leaning over and picking up the hairpin froze, and he couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen to the discussion of others.