226 Chu Yu
Chu Yu, the second prince of Tianzhao, is the youngest sacrificial wine ever held by Guozijian.
Because he can write poems at the age of five, he can write beautiful articles at the age of ten, and he has won the praise of many great Confucians at the age of fifteen, and two years ago, at the age of seventeen, he became one of the three major sacrificial wines of the Guozijian.
The world is known as the genius of Manjushri.
There are clouds in the capital, if it is said that Xuan Shizi is the first son who holds power and crisscrosses the government and the opposition; Jun Xiaowang is a young marshal who gallops on the battlefield and is dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, so this His Royal Highness Chu Yu is a warm and jade-like flower of Kaolin.
Humble gentleman, gentle and elegant.
Whether it is talent or appearance, he is the best splendid lover in the eyes of his daughter's family in Beijing.
As the saying goes, you are the joy of your youth and the loneliness of the rest of your life.
Some people are only suitable for eyes, because there is always an unbridgeable distance between you and him. For most of the young ladies in Beijing, Xuan Shizi and Little Prince are obviously this kind of people.
You can watch from afar, but never expect that they will really please you.
Because if you are not careful, you can pay with your life.
But His Royal Highness Chu Yu is different.
Because he seems to have unintentionally penetrated the hall, in a trance, he can lead the torrent alone.
The above is Qiao Le's inner summary after listening to the NPC Ouyang Chen's endless talk.
Ouyang Chen: "County Lord, you shouldn't even forget the second prince, right?" ”
Seeing that Qiao Le was extremely calm, even with a somewhat boring expression, Ouyang Chen was shocked.
Qiao Le: "It's not that I forgot, it's that I haven't remembered it at all......"
Yes, even though Ouyang Chen said so much, Qiao Le's mind was still blank.
She didn't have the memory of the original owner, and it was useless for Ouyang Chen to talk about it.
This is nothing, it can't appear out of thin air, right?
That's right, the ominous premonition in her heart is exactly what she has to do with the second prince.
Looking at Ouyang Chen's expression, she knew that she definitely had a story with this person.
Sure enough, seeing that Qiao Le seemed to have amnesia, Ouyang Chen finally began to recall for her the story of a year ago.
This story is very simple, like a song I have a Taoist friend.
Acquaintance in the rain, a shock.
It's just that it's not the story of an infatuated woman, but because she was so unlucky that she fell into the rain in broad daylight.
Fate is wonderful.
The second prince of the top warm man happened to pass by, and in front of everyone, regardless of the world's gaze, he extended a helping hand to her.
Giving an umbrella in the rain, comforting with a warm voice, in an instant, Qiao Le was fascinated by the wind and dazzled.
And this secret has always been kept in the bottom of Yuan Qiaole's heart, and only Ouyang Chen, who deliberately contacted her, knew a thing or two.
As a result, Qiao Le remembered in a trance that there was indeed an umbrella in the hall of Fengdi Pavilion, which had been carefully preserved by Agarwood and others.
Hey, probably this is Qiao Le, the joy of youth.
Of course, it was the original Qiao Le.
Because at this moment, in her mind, only the picture of herself who must have fallen badly at that time and her face was full of mud.
Don't ask her how she knows, because she knows too well about her non-chieftain physique.
So she estimated that this talented man Chu Yu should really not be able to see it, so she took her by the hand.
As for the umbrella, it must have been the fall, and even the iron umbrella was broken......
When she thought about it, she felt pain......
It's miserable......
Looking at Qiao Le's thoughtful expression, Ouyang Chen was excited.
Ouyang Chen: "County Lord, I said so much, did you remember?" ”
Qiao Le: "I guess, I remember." ”
It's just, it hurts......
Nope.