Feng Yan was shocked, it turned out that he was Jun Sumi's cousin Weng Guimi, but whether he was an enemy or a friend, he had a very high status in Wusun, if he was really a person from Su Qige's side, how would it end later?

Liu Ye was full of smiles, carefully looking at Weng Guimi in front of him, he was not as rough as most grassland men, his face was white and his eyebrows were clear, and he was more like a person from the Central Plains, with a shy expression, and a kind smile on the corners of his eyes and lips. Although he is not as standard as Shizhong, nor is he as charming as Li Yannian, he is indeed a likable beautiful man.

It's just that Weng Guimi's attitude towards her is lukewarm, and he doesn't know if he has listened to the rumors and is prejudiced against her. Or, he only thinks about Fuma in his heart, and he can't tolerate others in his eyes. If a lover really likes a person, he can't see the good of others, and he naturally won't be moved.

Speaking of which, this is also the first time Weng Guimi has looked at Liu Ye squarely, as others described, Princess Xie Wei is really a peerless beauty, the beautiful autumn eyes with affection in the veins make people want to take a few more looks, and the unique fresh temperament is particularly eye-catching.

On the night of the wedding banquet, the demeanor of the princess was still in front of her, but all men would be tempted, but their identities were different, and people's appreciation of her was nothing more. He has also heard a lot of rumors about her, but he is not an ordinary person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, and he believes it when he hears a few words from others.

Xu Qige is arrogant, jealous, suspicious and domineering, and she will never treat her cousin's newly married right lady well. Moreover, this is related to the interests of the Xiongnu State, and he will not let Mrs. Right take the limelight if he does his best. Jun Xu Mi had no intention of offending the Han Dynasty, but he and Xu Qige were married to each other, and if the relationship was still biased towards her, plus he was much older than Xie Wu, the two might not get along.

Looking at the princess who was not shocked everywhere, Weng Guimi's appreciation in his heart couldn't help but be a little more, this princess of the Han family is not only beautiful and can sing and dance, but also quiet and elegant. He didn't believe the false rumors, he believed everything he saw.

"Mrs. Right......" Weng Guimi bowed and said apologetically, "Brother Fang Cai was careless and almost injured Madame and her maid by mistake, and I ask Madame for forgiveness!" ”

"It's okay, King Zuo Xian didn't hurt us, why are you so polite!" Liu Ye naturally wanted to grasp this good opportunity to be alone, and smiled sweetly at him, "Since they are all their own family, there is no need to say Mrs. after Mrs., in my hometown, relatives and friends call me Ye'er, you can also call me like that!" ”

"Ye'er?" Weng Guimi called under her inducement, and then found that it was too inappropriate to call him like this, and immediately blushed, "The younger brother doesn't dare to call the lady by her name, the younger brother knows the mistake!" ”

Liu Ye looked at his shy appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle out loud, this Weng Guimi is a high-ranking and powerful person, and he looks like he doesn't smile all day long, but now he looks like a full Zhengtai, it's really funny.

"Hehe, Suo Lang, I'll call you Solang in the future, King Zuo Xian is too angry, I don't like to be separated from you......" Liu Ye's crisp laughter was like a silver bell, her smart beautiful eyes stared at him, and called his nickname twice, Weng Guimi nodded involuntarily and smiled embarrassedly.

"Well, if Madame wishes......

"Hey, you forgot again, just call me Ye'er, Mrs. and Mrs. have more students, I won't be polite to you, and you don't have to be polite anymore. Well, there is no basis for words...... "Liu Ye looked around, his eyes lit up, he picked up his skirt and walked briskly, ran to the flowers in the forest and picked a yellow wild rose.

"I'm so lucky, there are roses here......" Liu Ye's delicate face exuded excitement, and the joy in her eyes made people feel happy, she held the rose in one hand, held Weng Guimi's wrist with the other, and gently put the flower in his palm.

"It's a rose, a yellow rose, a symbol of a sweet smile." Liu Ye's sweet voice had a kind of hypnotic magic, "When you see roses in the future, you will remember my smile." ”

The yellow roses in the palm of his hand are dazzlingly beautiful, just like Liu Ye's gentle and sweet smile, Weng Guimi's eyes are condensed on his wrist, Liu Ye's slender and white hands are like finely carved handicrafts, and like smooth and soft jade.

"Solang, have you heard the story of the Rose?" Liu Ye raised his little face and asked him.

Weng Guimi greeted her beautiful eyes, her heartstrings trembled, and she responded at a loss: "I haven't heard it." ”

"So, I'll tell you about it." Liu Ye gave full play to the experience of a tour guide in his previous life, and said with emotion.

"Once upon a time there was a gardener, and in his garden, every flower was cultivated with heart, and each flower belonged to a different person.

Under his meticulous care, little Rose was born, and when she saw him for the first time, she understood that her whole life belonged to him.

Every day, she looked forward to him coming, appearing in front of him in his most beautiful appearance. And he always smiled, watered her, and sheltered her from the wind and rain. Whenever he had something on his mind, he would tell her, and she listened quietly, sharing his joys and sorrows.

The flowers in the garden are blooming for him, in order to repay the heart that loves them. One night, Little Rose was surprised to find that there was a beautiful rose bud beside her, so many roses that compared all the flowers.

Gradually, the rose bloomed its beauty petal by petal, and the delicate stamens kneaded the silky petals; She smiled slightly, so calmly, so elegant; Her fragrance spreads in the wind, and her petals ripple with happiness. Little Rose admires her beauty and admires her demeanor, and the two flowers soon become good friends who talk about everything.

When the gardener came to the garden again, he was instantly struck by the beauty of the roses in the morning light. Little Rose waited for him as always, and he cared for her and loved her. Only occasionally he would stare at the roses beside Little Rose for a long time, he would gently sweep away the weeds around her, he would be melancholy for her sighs, and he would smile for her countenance.

But he didn't notice that his rose was getting weaker day by day. The rose is a sentimental flower, she loves him, and she watches his every move. She discovers his affection for Rose, and she quickly weakens. However, apart from dressing himself more carefully every day before he arrives, so as not to let him discover his loneliness, what else can the kind Rose do?

At night, Little Rose silently looked at the delicate roses and cried alone in the night wind. There is nothing wrong with the rose, she blooms for him, and there is nothing wrong with the rose, she blooms for him; Their owner was not wrong, he still took care of her wholeheartedly, only occasionally looking at the figure of the rose.

It's just that he doesn't understand how sensitive and fragile Little Rose is. Only all his love can hold up her sky.

Without the support of love, her life came to an end, that night, the moonlight was beautiful, she stared at the back of her master's departure, slowly closed her eyes, with a faint smile on her face, deep melancholy.

Little Rose's life is short and poignant, she has no regrets, and she will always love him at the first sight of her. ”

After the story was told, Weng Guimi and Feng Yan listened attentively, immersed in the deep affection of Little Rose, and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

Liu Ye deliberately paused for a while, waited for them to come back to their senses, and continued: "You know what? The flower language of the rose is - the thought of love. ”

Weng Guimi raised his eyes to look at her, a little dazed and a little confused, Liu Ye just smiled: "Solang, this rose is given to you, as a token of our acquaintance, from now on we are friends, friends who can talk about everything." ”

"Friend......" Weng Guimi muttered her words, and the roses in her palms gradually merged with Liu Ye's smile.