The little scholar was going to stop Zhang Zhiyuan, but the old man told him not to let the son ride a horse, but the son swept over with a fierce look, coaxed, and obediently brought the horse to the son.

Looking at Zhang Zhiyuan's dusty figure at the gate of the academy, the little scholar was about to cry, didn't he say that such a letter would make the son happy.

"Drive, drive." Zhang Zhiyuan waved his horsewhip, hoping to hurry up, hurry up, Zhihan waited for me.

"Miss, did you say that Gongzi Zhang would come? Your letter is written with such determination. Zhulan thought with her chin in her hand.

Fang Zhihan tore the pastry in his hand and fed the small fish into the lake.

Wearing a plain brocade dress and no elaborate makeup, he had a sense of freshness and refinement at this time, and turned back to Zhulan and smiled, "Let's make a bet, will he come, how?" I bet he'll come. ”

Before Zhulan could answer, she heard the shallow sound of horses' hooves, only to hear the sound getting closer and closer.

Zhulan got up and looked at the person who was wearing an aqua blue student uniform immediately, not who Zhang Gongzi was, "Miss, you won." ”

After seeing Fang Zhihan, Zhang Zhiyuan's hanging heart fell to the ground.

She can't go, she can't marry someone else, how can she marry someone else, Zhang Zhiyuan's mind was full of such thoughts along the way, and he was going crazy.

Zhang Zhiyuan turned over and dismounted, ran towards Fang Zhihan, and tightened Fang Zhihan in his arms, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Han'er, don't go!" ”

The first time he was embraced by a man, Fang Zhihan was stunned, the roots of his ears were red, and when Zhang Zhiyuan's panicked and frightened voice sounded in his ears, his heart was inexplicably sour, and he wanted to cry.

"Far away, it hurts."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Zhiyuan quickly let go of his hand, at a loss.

Fang Zhihan smiled, stretched out his hand and held Zhang Zhiyuan's hand, "Let's go sit by the lake." ”

The moment his fingers touched, Zhang Zhiyuan froze as if he had been struck by lightning, forgetting to move.

Fang Zhihan turned around and asked suspiciously, "Don't you want to go?" ”

"No, I want to go, I want to go." Zhang Zhiyuan finally came back to his senses and grinned.

The two of them sat down on the grass by the lake, and the letter sent by Fang Zhihan was written before looking for Hua Muyue, which was very desperate, and the letter said that he was going back to Beijing, maybe he was going to marry the third prince, so that he would forget about himself and so on.

Zhang Zhiyuan plucked up the courage to confess to Zhihan, "Han'er, I liked you when I first saw you, and when I thought I would never meet you again in this life, I met you again in the academy." ”

Fang Zhihan felt a little guilty in his heart, he didn't seem to like him at that time, he just thought about meeting that fairy-like man, and the more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt.

"There will never be a woman like you who haunt me, Han'er, I like you, I like you very much. Don't go, please, okay? I know I'm climbing you. Zhang Zhiyuan stared at Fang Zhihan cautiously.

With such a humble tone, Fang Zhihan felt uncomfortable for a while, no, you don't have to look down on yourself, you are very important in my heart.

Fang Zhihan covered Zhang Zhiyuan's mouth and pretended to be angry, "You are not allowed to say anything like Gao Pan." ”

Fang Zhihan hugged Zhang Zhiyuan and leaned her head on him, although she didn't say anything, but this action said everything, she also liked him, this fool.

"Han'er." Zhang Zhiyuan's heart was beating fast, but he didn't dare to put it down when he raised his hand, he was afraid that it was his own wishful thinking.

"I'm not leaving, things will work out."

Listening to Fang Zhihan's words, Zhang Zhiyuan's hand finally let go and hugged Fang Zhihan.

"Han'er, wait for me. When I am in high school, I will go to your house to propose. ”

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