Chapter 9: The Sea of Love

Yang Hanyue stayed alone in the room looking at the book, and suddenly there was a sound outside, this sound was so familiar, could it be...... He. She couldn't help but gently open the doors and windows, take a deep breath of fresh air, feel relaxed, and inadvertently looked up at the two paper kites flying randomly in the sky.

That vague promise: Next time I'll buy you a new paper kite. This is this promise that Yang Hanyue can no longer tolerate anyone in her heart, because she seems to have an indescribable dependence and longing for that brother, thinking of this, she can't help but walk to the desk, and her slender jade fingers keep turning on the strings to play the familiar music, which is a lot of fun to multiply with the sound of Xiao outside the door.

If this is the case, then I can't accept him even more, this time something like this happened, Yang Hanyue's intuition pleased her: This is no accident, and it must not affect this beloved brother, absolutely not.

At this moment, Yang Hanyue shed tears, but unfortunately she understood too late.

"Hanyue, Hanyue." Yang Hanyue was wandering around the market, and a familiar voice came from behind her, and she knew that it was Yuwen Chengji, so she quickened her pace and ran forward.

"Yue'er, don't avoid me, I just want to know if your body is better?" Woomoon Seung-gi chased after her and grabbed her.

"Much better, General Yuwen." Yang Hanyue smiled reluctantly and took her hand back.

"General, you actually call me General." Yang Hanyue called himself like this, and his heart was really a heartache.

"General, I don't think we'll see each other again in the future."

"Why?"

"It's no accident that I'm poisoned this time, and I don't want to affect others." Turned around and walked away indifferently.

"Being implicated by you, I, Yuwen Chengji, am willing." Took her hand and hugged her.

"Let go of me, Yuwen Seunggi." Yang Hanyue struggled to push him away.

Syllable! Yang Hanyue slapped Yuwen Chengji: "Yuwen Chengji, let's not meet again in the future."

Yuwen Seungji was reluctant to force her again, after all, the happiness of the woman in front of him was the most important thing for him.

"I said I'd give you a good idea."

Yuwen Chengji did not appear again, and Yang Hanyue was still like before, except for taking care of Qilixiang's affairs, the rest of the time was alone in the room playing the piano, reading books, and reading the letters written by Yuwen Chengji to herself from time to time, she didn't want to do this, but she had no choice.

"Han Yue, this is what Yuwen Chengji asked me to pass on to you."

It turned out that Yang Hanyue hadn't been out of the room for a long time, Yuwen Chengji was very worried that she would be leaving soon when she heard the news, and she didn't need to hide in the room anymore.

"Hanyue, there is time for people to follow their hearts, think about it!"

Yang Hanyue folded the envelope and looked at it: Hanyue, I will wait for you until you are willing to let me live in your heart, and I will wait for you to let me protect you willingly. Seeing this, Yang Hanyue shed tears.

Yang Hanyue wrote a letter with her pen in her hand, asking Yin Derong to transfer it to Yuwen Chengji: "Sister Yin, please transfer this to Yuwen Chengji."

"Can I watch it?"

"Yes."

Yin Derong folded the letter and looked at it: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"But he saved you the other day."

"Han Yue, have you noticed the scar on Yuwen Chengji's hand." Yin Derong didn't want to watch a pair of good mandarin ducks being scattered, she was ready to tell the truth.

"Scar, is he hurt?"

Yang Hanyue was a little flustered, what the hell was him? It doesn't matter if you are injured, whether you are in danger or not.

"He's ...... to save you," Yin Derong stopped talking.

"You were poisoned by a traitor, and there was a lot of cold in your body, and he lost a lot of blood to save you, and he also had a cold a few days ago."

"Hanyue, Yuwen Chengji really loves you, don't miss this beautiful marriage." Yin Derong walked slowly.

"By the way, Han Yue will think about it carefully, think it through, and then decide whether to let me forward this letter." Returned the letter to her.

As Yang Hanyue's good sister, she can't help anything else and can only try her best to let her sisters not miss such a beautiful marriage.

Sending Yin Derong away, Yang Hanyue plucked the strings again with tears in her eyes and sang: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged vegetables, the fair lady of the left and right streams, coveted it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. After the song, Yang Hanyue remembered Yuwen Chengji's concern for her...... I couldn't help but shed tears.

"Miss Hanyue, can I come in?" There was a knock at the door.

"Yes, wait a minute." Yang Hanyue wiped away her tears, calmed her emotions, and slowly opened the door.

"Miss Hanyue, this letter was given to you by the young master for me." Yue Jing's hands trembled, and he hesitated to hand the letter to Yang Hanyue.

"Letter, is he leaving?" Yang Hanyue was a little disappointed and slowly took the letter.

"When he leaves, I'll see him off."

"Young master, I said that when I passed the Begging Festival tonight, I would leave tomorrow."

Yang Hanyue seemed to cry: "Yuwen Chengji, where is he now?"

"Young master, he is now in the sea of flowers on the outskirts of Beijing." Hearing this, she dropped the letter and went straight to the sea of flowers on the outskirts of Beijing.

Yang Hanyue came to the flower sea on the outskirts of Beijing, she gently stroked the flowers that had not yet been released, smelling the unique fragrance of flowers, the stronger the fragrance of the flowers, the more refreshing it was, making people intoxicated, she spread her jade sleeves like a swallow on ice, fluttering in the flowers, like a swimming dragon.

Yang Hanyue looked at this fascinating sea of flowers, and saw Yuwen Chengji lying among the flowers not far away.

Yang Hanyue slowly approached Yuwen Chengji, feeling a little more apologetic and sweet at this moment.

Yuwen Chengji is a military general, and his vigilance is very high: "Who is it?" He heard the movement and stood up and drew his sword.

"Yuwen Seungji." He turned around and saw that it was Yang Hanyue, and immediately put away his sword.

"Yuwen Chengji, I heard that you were leaving." Yang Hanyue also sat with him in this hundred flowers very casually.

Yuwen Seungji didn't speak anymore, as if he was indifferent to her question, more like he didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and was disheartened by her.

"I don't know if I can still let you risk everything to protect it now."

"Does it still hurt?" Yang Hanyue put Yuwen Seungji's injured hand on his face.

"Han Yue, how do you know?"

"Sister Yin, tell me everything."

"Yuwen Seung-gi, can you forgive me?" Yang Hanyue lay in Yuwen Chengji's arms.

Under the dark blue sky, the breeze gently blows, Yuwen Chengji brushes away Yang Hanyue's fluttering hair and imprints an affectionate kiss on her forehead.