"Annoyed me?" Jin Ran bit his lip and asked in a low voice again.

"Annoying, of course annoying. How can I not be annoyed that my wedding night, which I had been looking forward to for so long, was spent drunk and drunk? Qingyuan's face was straight, but there was a narrowness in his eyes.

"Is your injury still painful?" Qingyuan asked suddenly.

Jin Ran blushed and looked at his gaze, it was the injury that made her hover on the edge of life and death.

"Don't look!" Jin Ran hurriedly dodged, she didn't want Qingyuan to see this ugly appearance.

"Don't hide, let me see." Qingyuan gently restrained her struggle, staring at the wound, feeling a pain that was ten million times heavier than it. "When you are facing a life-and-death situation, I can't wait by your side---"

Jin Ran shook his head lightly, his hand covering his palm.

"This regret is because of it, and if it weren't for the fact that I deceived you, you wouldn't have suffered it." Jin Ran's eyes began to glow with tears again, if the two were translocated, today she would stand in Qingyuan's position, afraid that she would not hate herself to death? Self-condemnation is more difficult than any rebuke.

"Don't cry, don't cry---" Qingyuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Qingyuan attached it to her ear and whispered, "I love you---"

In the constant whispering of love, she felt his care and his dedication, and with Qingyuan's tolerance, she was finally reborn---

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"Fenghua Pavilion, Xueyue Building, how much affection is in it, lingering and compassionate, immortal, life and death, infatuation since ancient times, it is difficult to last long. Yet, you see I'm right! Qingyuan shouted excitedly, leaning on the body of the stone pillar, shaking from too excited.

In the Desireless Pavilion next to the Mirror Lake, there sat Qingyuan and Jin Ran, who sneaked out of the palace in micro-clothes. Jin Ran leaned back against Qingyuan's broad chest, raised his eyebrows and smiled, his always cold eyes were gone, replaced by gentle and loving eyes.

"Is it worth being so happy that it came out so late?" Jin Ran gently splashed him with a bucket of cold water and looked at him with a smile.

"Being so careful." Qingyuan waved his hand, using ease to cover up his embarrassment of being exposed. "How good am I right?"

"It's hard to last long--- Your Majesty, do you think our feelings give you this feeling!" Jin Ran left his embrace, sat up and looked back at him, Liu Mei began to gather and asked.

"I'm just moaning without disease! Never. Qingyuan hurriedly skimmed off, the kitchen was full of cold sweat, what kind of joke, if Jin Ran took it seriously, he would have finished playing.

"Then --- no disease moaning is equivalent to not letting go of affection in it, so it is not right!" Jin Ran's eyes swollen and swollen, full of teasing.

"Yes, yes! Queen, what do you say, how can it be done? Qingyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled. As long as it doesn't cause misunderstanding, she can do anything.

"Where are we going later?" Jin Ran asked in a low voice.

"Worry Relief Pond!" Qingyuan snickered, he was waiting for this moment!

Jin Ran chuckled and said softly, "Let's not go, right?" I'm so tired---"

"No way!" Qingyuan protested loudly, jumped up, what kind of joke, just shouted to stop like this, what should he do? Leaned over and picked up Jin Ran horizontally, and walked towards Xunlei, who was tied to the outside of the pavilion.

"Lie to you." Jin Ran chuckled, "As soon as I left the palace, I wanted to go to the Relief Pond---"

"So what are you waiting for!" Qingyuan jumped up, sat firmly on the back of Thunderbolt's horse, and pulled up the reins, but found that Thunderbolt didn't move, looking at him with smug eyes.

Death Thunder, when will you not make a fuss, and you will choose this most important time? As soon as Qingyuan caught fire, he immediately dismounted, lifted the dantian, and rushed forward with Jin Ran in his arms, and along the way, Jin Ran's crisp laughter sprinkled all over the road.

The wind, at last, stopped for the tree, slowly fading away in the gentle rustle of leaves---

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As long as Bianjing is mentioned, it will be reminiscent of the Song family, the richest businessman.

The Song family has lived in Bianjing for seven or eight generations, and the accumulated contacts have made its business invincible everywhere, which can be called a big business, and the population who rely on the Song family to eat is thousands, although it is not great, but as long as the Song family stomps their feet, the entire ground will come to a seven-magnitude earthquake, with countless casualties and grief, which is a bit exaggerated, but it is not much different.

Eight years ago, the old man of the Song family unfortunately passed away, leaving the world infinitely sentimental, Song Zhigao, who was kind and charitable before his death, died unexpectedly of an unusually sudden illness, leaving his wife and a pair of orphans, fortunately, the two sons are very filial, and they are also quite competitive, the second son Song Qingqi is not interested in business, because he is a lifting person, Jade serves as a teacher in the private school run by the Song family, and now he has married a wife and has children, and the eldest son Song Qingyuan is a huge family business on his shoulders, working hard for the family business, eight years as a day, never a day of slack, The Song family's vision expanded very rapidly, but it also proved the fact that Song Qingyuan was working hard.

Now that the New Year is approaching, others are waiting for the New Year leisurely, but Song Qingyuan is busy from morning to night, no rest, there is a long queue in front of the account room, and the stewards of the eighteen commercial houses outside the Song family come back on time to report, everyone holds the account book in their hands, waiting for the master who is in charge of the house to see.

Song Qingyuan looked at the account book with both eyes, dialed the abacus in one hand, and vibrated the pen in the other, and processed it as quickly as possible, but then another one, which made him frown deeply.

"Young Master, take a rest first, drink saliva, and continue later." The little guy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes served Biluochun in a timely manner.

Song Qingyuan put down the account book in his hand and pinched his eyebrows, "Fugui, how many people are there?" ”

The clever little guy counted the people in line: "Young master, there are five people left." ”

Song Qingyuan sighed, shook his hand that was sour and numb from playing with the abacus beads, "Tell them to put the account books aside, go down to rest first, and I'll continue to read later." ”

"It's the eldest young master." Fugui said proudly to the remaining stewards, "You have all heard the words of the eldest young master, put down your things and go to rest first." ”

The stewards' feet were numb for a long time, and they couldn't wait to put down the thick account books one by one and walked out of the account room.

"Young Master, you're tired after a day's calculations, and it's not too late to watch the rest of the night, are you hungry? Do you want Fugui to prepare some snacks in the kitchen? ”

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "I'm not hungry." ”

Fugui didn't disturb him to rest, he waited quietly by his side, and admired the master's demeanor with adoring eyes every now and then, and was able to review the account books of ten families in just half a day, which was not something ordinary people could do, and he was really lucky to follow such a powerful and capable master.

It is said that the eldest young master is not only a skilled businessman, but also a famous beautiful man in Bianjing, and his handsome and upright appearance has fascinated many girls, but unfortunately the eldest young master hates women, in fact, he is not hateful, it should be said that he is not interested, even if it is a fairy in the sky, he can still turn a blind eye, and even rumors have been rumored that he has a habit of breaking sleeves, but he has always only worked in his eyes, so that this rumor quickly ended without a problem.

Mrs. was so worried about the marriage of the eldest young master, and the matchmakers in Bianjing did their best to introduce many famous daughters, and everyone showed him well, but they couldn't let his eyebrows stir, so angry that the matchmakers swore never to do this business again. He is filial to his mother, and in this world, only a widowed mother has entered his eyes, and other women can only stand aside.

There was a sound of footsteps, and it was Song Qingqi.

"Second Young Master." Fugui called lightly.

Song Qingqi glanced at his brother with a tired face, "The eldest young master is not done yet?" ”

"There are a few left."

Hearing their conversation, Song Qingyuan suddenly opened his handsome eyes and glanced at his siblings, "Something?" ”

"Of course there's something." He randomly picked a chair and sat down, "Big brother, what kind of girl do you like?" "The girls who have not been out of the cabinet in Bianjing have let their brother pick them out, I really don't know whether to say that he has a high vision, or disdain it at all.

Song Qingyuan glanced at him sharply, "You'd better stop coaxing with your mother." There was a lot of warning in that tone.

"I care about you, you are our famous grass in Bianjing, how many women are there for you to choose, do you really can't look down on any of them? Your horizons are too high. He complained.

He was answered by the sound of a series of abacus beads.