Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

[Swallow's Remarks]

It is often said that white moonlight is a beauty that cannot be obtained, and cinnabar mole is a pain that cannot be cherished.

For Yanci.

His former wife Wen Yu, is such a white moonlight, like wind and snow, indifferent and gentle.

It's just a few glances.

Maybe it's like it, or maybe it's just the nostalgia for his wife. Specifically, even Yanci himself can't tell.

Wedding night.

The wife he was marrying in the Ming media coldly mentioned the peace with himself.

This is the biggest joke Yan Ci has ever heard in her life.

She doesn't want to...

Yanci was a little angry at first.

Since I didn't want to, why should I agree to this marriage in the first place?

The prime minister's concubine, she is beautiful and proficient in poetry and painting.

Even if she didn't know her before, Yanci still had illusions and expectations for this wife, because they were like-minded.

He thought.

They can stay together for a long time.

Unexpectedly...not to mention, but the world is unpredictable.

The moment Wen Yuxin knew where he belonged, that superficial liking was taken away by him, and the strange feeling was buried in the bottom of his heart, and he didn't say anything.

Know that that person is the emperor brother.

Yan Ci was flabbergasted and angry, but in the end he became relieved.

Since that person is not him, who is it, and what is the difference?

The young man with a crown-like face curled his lips slightly, his eyes were a little distant, he murmured.

My world, you just walked in willfully, and then walked away gently, leaving warmth and regret.

Later.

Xu was guilty, and the emperor allowed him to resign.

Hanging up with the title of a idle prince.

Yan quit some far away places to see the beautiful mountains and clear waters, chatting with travelers on the journey.

The world is vast, and he can wander around. If he can, he most wants to shake off a starlight and sleep in that person's heart forever.

...

The sky in Qingcheng is always cloudy and cloudy, and the early morning is still drizzle, and the sun rises at noon. The bright sunshine makes people wonder if the early drizzle is an illusion.

In such a quiet and beautiful misty and rainy town, Yan Ci discovered that there are still many beautiful things in this world.

In the morning, there is fresh sunlight and a corner of Suyi blowing in the breeze. Fresh soil in spring, warm quilt in winter. Blue tiles and plum blossoms in deep alleys, like peaches crawling in front of the court. A campfire full of stories and poems full of the moon.

Of course...and that person.

this day.

When Yan Ci walked across the bridge holding the umbrella, he was a little absent-minded and accidentally hit the umbrella on a passing person.

"Ah Yo."

It is a girl's voice, with the grace and softness typical of Jiangnan women.

Yan Ci hurriedly took the umbrella, and continued: "Sorry, girl..."

The other party raised his hand and wiped the fine water droplets on his shoulders. The corners of his clothes were soaked with moisture. He suddenly turned his head and shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, the son doesn't need to panic."

Yan Ci was startled.

Seeing this face, he felt the smell of white mountain flowers from the depths of the mountains.

Bai Shengsheng's cheeks, sharp chin, graceful eyebrows, and pale pink lips, everything is just right and light.

Not extremely beautiful.

But it is eternal at a glance.

Different from the slight affection for Wen Yu when he was young, Yan Ci clearly felt that he had encountered a cinnabar mole that he wanted to protect this time.

This is what I like.

Seeing the other person smile, he was about to leave.

Yan Ci was startled, and for the first time he held the man's clothes impolitely. The young man's white and jade cheeks were flushed, but he mustered up the courage to say, "Girl staying, can you tell me your name?"

The elegant woman in Tsing Yi turned her head.

Then, Zhanyan smiled.

"My name is Wen Yu."

"Unswerving Yu."