It was already completely dark outside, and the silk palace lamp under the corridor was gently swayed by the wind, and the dark shadow was cast on the window and swayed.

Today, Qiu Rong specially lit a few more lights, and the house was very bright.

After Shen Ruolian finished bathing, she wore a white cloud silk bandeau dress, covered with a peach-pink smoke gauze coat, and the tight waistline of the long skirt outlined her thin and soft waist.

The ink hair that had not yet dried was like silk, loosely tied behind her head, and a pearl jade begonia in her hair swayed, swaying gently with her movements, lining her already bright little face more and more delicate and moving.

The little girl sat in front of the bookcase, holding her pink cheeks in one hand and writing and drawing on the paper with the other hand, the loose cuffs sliding loosely down to the elbows, revealing a delicate and white forearm.

A gust of wind came in from the window, and the girl's gauzy clothes were soaked in the flickering candlelight, and her jade-white complexion loomed.

When Yan Wen entered the courtyard, he saw this through the open window...... A slightly fragrant picture.

The long figure stopped in the middle of the courtyard, the cold moonlight sprinkled down, and the knuckles of Yan Wen's fingers holding the booklet turned faintly white for a moment.

In the more than a year since Shen Ruolian moved to this palace, he had come in from outside the moon cave door behind him more than once, and he had seen her in the room through the window in front of him more than once.

For some reason, however, he suddenly felt that this time was slightly different from any previous time.

The moonlight that fell on his body suddenly became a little hot.

Thankfully, the unmanageable feeling only lasted for a short time.

He stood in the courtyard for two breaths, continued to lift his feet, and calmly entered the room.

Shen Ruolian was propping up on the bookcase in a daze, her mind was in a mess.

For a while, I thought of the scene of painting with Pei Ci'an in the Imperial Garden today, and for a while, I remembered the picture of Yan Wen teaching her to paint when she first came to the East Palace.

It wasn't until the man crossed the threshold and the cold bamboo fragrance invaded her nose that she suddenly came back to her senses.

The white fingers are still pinching the barrel of the pen.

The tip of the sheep's hair pen dipped in paint could not absorb too much water, and with a "snap", a drop of vermilion paint fell on the painting, and the bright colors slowly blurred on the branches in the painting.

Shen Ruolian was startled, hurriedly put down the brush, stood up in a hurry, and sucked the drop of paint with a clean handkerchief.

Yan Wen's gaze followed her movements and fell on the painting on the table.

Even if he was a little far away, he could see that the flowers on the painting were red frangipani that only found in the imperial garden, and the brushwork was fresh, and the brushwork was different from Shen Ruolian's usual brushwork.

It doesn't take much to look at it, he also knows who did it.

"No need to touch it."

The man's voice was calm and steady.

Shen Ruo suddenly stopped his movements and looked at him with some confusion.

Her eyes were clean and bright, with a hint of ignorance, her red mouth was slightly upturned, perhaps because she had just bathed, and her lips were glowing with a faint moist luster, like a tempting little cherry.

Yan Wen's gaze fell on her lips, her eyes darkened, and the words she heard in the Qinglou uncontrollably appeared in her mind.

Is she hooking him again?

Yan Wen's Adam's apple rolled down gently, and the remaining half of the sentence "It's good like this" was stuck in his throat, and his expression became cold.

Shen Ruolian saw him standing there still, and only half of his words were spoken, and he felt inexplicable in his heart.

She scratched her head, carefully folded the painting and put it away, then she looked at Yan Wen again with a pair of rippling pupils, and her soft and pleasant voice was like a clear spring flowing out of the gorgeous red lips, "Why is Your Highness here?" ”

Since that time she deliberately seduced him, he hadn't set foot in her yard for almost a month, so today he didn't come to Xingshi to ask for the crime of the Loulan Pavilion.

But it's been more than half a month, and it shouldn't be.

Shen Ruolian was a little flustered, in the past, when she made a mistake and faced Yan Wen, she would also be weak-hearted, but she had never been so scared as she was now.

I don't know why, after Xu heard about him and the orchid that day, she felt a little more alive with him in her heart, compared to her brother, she now feels that he is the prince of a country and a king.

She was afraid that he would teach her a lesson, and she was even more afraid of his indifferent and hurtful eyes and tone.

Shen Ruolian stood there, a little at a loss, picking the paint on her hand, lowering her head and not daring to look at him.

Her small movements were all watched by Yan Wen.

She still makes the same mistakes every time she was a child.

He sighed softly in his heart, feeling that she was still a child after all, and those mistakes were only because she was naïve, and no one corrected them in time, and he might have been too harsh on her in the past.

After all, it was the little girl he had spoiled since he was a child, and Yan Wen was a little soft-hearted.

"Come here."

His thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was much softer, with a little helplessness.

Shen Ruolian looked up at him suddenly, and the begonia swayed lightly on her sideburns, folding the moonlight into her wet eyes, like a sparkling spring shrouded in the moonlight.

Tsk, why do you still have a pitiful expression.

Yan Wen's heart softened.

Seeing that she did not move, he took two steps forward, dipped some water with his handkerchief, and leaned down slightly towards her.

The cold aura that belonged to the man suddenly pressed over, Shen Ruolian's heart shrank suddenly, and no other sound could be heard in his ears, only the frantic heartbeat that he kept agitating, and his cheeks were also hot from the heat on his body.

Her limbs were numb and soft, Shen Ruolian suddenly felt a little out of breath, she subconsciously wanted to hide, but Yan Wen held her hand first.

She was pulled down by him, and he gently wiped the paint from her hands with a wet handkerchief, just as she had done when she had come back from play.

Shen Ruolian's mind began to faint again, and all the perceptions in his whole body seemed to be concentrated on the place where his hand was close to his palm.

Warm and dry, with some toughness that cannot be refused.

Her eyelashes twitched slightly, and her gaze moved up slightly to his lowered eyes.

Yan Wen's delicate eyelashes covered the emotions under his eyes, Shen Ruolian couldn't see clearly, only felt that his heart was foggy, like sitting on a small boat, swaying and floating.

"Jianing, have you met Pei Ci'an?"

Shen Ruolian was in a trance, Yan Wen's voice suddenly came, and a "Jianing" knocked her unrealistic fantasy into reality.

His gentleness is a trap for a gorgeous appearance, and if she gets close, she will easily fall and suffer.

She shook her head, and the throbbing was gradually suppressed.

Shen Ruolian withdrew her hand from his, stood up abruptly, took two steps back, and put her hands behind her back.

Yan Wen's handkerchief was still stopped in mid-air, and he slowly looked up at her, the softness in his eyes slowly faded.

Xu is reaction was a little big, Shen Ruolian bit her lip and made up for it, "I, I just feel a little hot." ”

Yan Wen said "um", didn't say anything, and put away the veil.

Then he took the booklet that had just been placed on the table, and his fingertips gently swept over the pages of the booklet, and handed it to Shen Ruolian.

"See?"

Shen Ruolian felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little strange now.

It's strange that she used to always think of ways to get close to him, but now, she actually wants to escape.

She stubbornly walked over and took the booklet, glanced at Yan Wen cautiously, and when she saw him looking at her with a calm expression, she swallowed her saliva and turned the first page of the booklet.

The elegant white paper has a good texture, and when it is just opened, it still exudes a faint fragrance of ink, which is obviously newly written not long ago, and then look at the white paper and black letters written on the white paper Pei Ci'an's birthday, small characters, and genus.

Shen Ruolian understood at once.

The suppressed sourness in my heart came out a little, and my eyes were suddenly so wet that I couldn't see the handwriting on the paper.

She lowered her head, not daring to let him see the clue, and pretended to turn another page.

After pausing for a while, she saw that it was Pei Ci'an's portrait, and there was a line of small characters under the portrait, writing his family history.

Shen Ruolian looked at it and forced herself to focus on Pei Ci'an's portrait.

She thought hard about the first time she saw Pei Ci'an standing in the sun during the day, and felt that this painter's painting skills really needed to be improved, and she thought that if she met Pei Ci'an another day, she would definitely have a good talk with him.

Thinking like this, she suddenly remembered the painting just now, which was stained by her, and she didn't know if he minded.

"Are you done?"

After thinking about it for a long time, it wasn't until Yan Wen spoke out to her that Shen Ruolian realized that this time when she heard him talk about choosing a horse for herself, she didn't seem to be as difficult to accept as before, but she still had time to think about something else.

Maybe I'm used to it.

She finished flipping through the booklet and nodded, "I'm done." ”

Yan Wen: "Pei Ci'an is young and promising, his family background is clear, and his character is lonely has already been seen for you, and he is also first-class good, Jianing——"

There was a pause.

His gaze slowly fixed on Shen Ruolian's face, his fingers subconsciously twisted the beads on his wrist, and after a while, he spoke again, "What do you think, how is he?" ”

A cool night breeze blew in from the window, with a faint damp floral fragrance, the hem of Shen Ruolian's long skirt fluttered gently in the wind, and the tips of her inky hair swept over the white and tender skin at her collarbone.

Yan Wen's gaze slowly slid down, unconsciously falling on her ungraspable waist, and the scene from the dream of the previous days flashed in her mind inappropriately.

His throat tightened, and a depression welled up in his heart, and the bones of his hand, which were twisted with beads, turned slightly white.

Then he saw the little girl's hands on the peach-pink cigarette coat at her sides, and then heard her delicate and soft voice.

"Pei Xiaogongzi, he ...... Pretty good. ”

Pei Ci'an is very good.

The wind stopped, and the air fell dead again.

After a while, Yan Wen's legs were retracted, and he slowly stood up, approaching Shen Ruolian with a steady pace, and his thin eyelids pressed down.

His tone was clearly as gentle as before, and even with a smile, but Shen Ruolian saw some dormant material in his eyes, and in the silence, she heard him ask her unhurriedly:

Then Jianing told his brother that Pei Ci'an was ...... What's so good? ”