Chapter 401

Nan Yue cried.

And afraid of being heard by passers-by outside.

She bit her lip, sobbed pitifully from her pink lips, and her nose was red.

The little hand holding on to the skirt of Vietnam's relocation is also tight.

Now she is like a lost child, pitiful.

Vietnam Qian sighed and reached out again to wipe her tears. His tone was as soft as water, "well, don't cry."

Seeing her, she cried even harder.

Vietnam moved to a pick between the eyebrows, peach blossom eyes flashed a trace of light, pursed his lips, and his expression was very serious, "yue'er, I want to take back what I just said."

Nan Yue frowned, sobbed and looked up at him suspiciously.

Vietnam moved but suddenly hooked his lips, "so you like me!"

Nan Yue's sobbing stopped suddenly.

His face jerked twice.

Although the tears are still falling, I really don't dare to cry again.

When I saw Vietnam, my eyes flashed gloomily.

But he picked his lips and continued, "I will be talented. You didn't cry because you don't like me, and now you cry, doesn't it mean that you also like me!"

Nan Yue was speechless.

She felt sorry, sad, sorry for him.

So I feel sad, or there is a trace of other emotions in it, which makes her suddenly want to cry, so she cried!

Vietnam Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, stared at her crying red eyes and said again, "yue'er, give me another chance!"

Nan Yue shrunk his eyes and swallowed his throat. Looking at his expectant face, he felt that he couldn't say anything.

But I know in my heart that I can no longer give him unrealistic expectations.

He took a breath and Nan Yue shook his head slightly. "Yue, I can't trip you anymore. You should pursue your happiness instead of focusing on me." he stopped and continued, "Yan'er is very good. I can see that she really likes you."

"That's her business!" Vietnam Qian heard her mention Shangguan Yan'er and hurriedly explained, "yue'er, I don't like her. I can't marry her."

"Yue!" Nan Yue suddenly became serious. "Yan'er should be twenty-six this year, and twenty-seven soon."

Vietnam moved thin lips and sipped gently without making a sound.

Nan Yue smiled and slightly broke away his hand. "How many women have been there for more than 20 years? Two or three and Yan'er, she would rather wait for you in the best time. Have you ever thought about how many women in Dongling city are unmarried? Most of them are married at the age of 15, but she has been waiting for you foolishly. Have you ever thought about her?"

Vietnam's cheeks froze. "I didn't let her wait for me!"

Nan Yue frowned, "Yue, Yan'er likes you. You've liked her since childhood. You don't know. Besides, you don't like her at all, do you?"

Vietnam frowned, "I regard her as my sister."

Nan Yue shook his head and smiled, "but you have an engagement, and Yan'er likes you, how can you really become a sister?!"

"I can cancel the engagement!" Vietnam Qian stared at her in a firm tone.

As soon as Nan Yue's smile froze, she was annoyed. "How can you say such a thing when Vietnam moved?! Yan'er has been waiting for you so long. If you cancel your engagement now, aren't you forcing her to die?!"

Nan Yue closed his eyes and continued, "Yue, the person you should cherish is Yan'er, not"

Speaking of this, Nan Yue stopped. She looked up at him with an unprecedented persistence and determination, "I won't be with you. It's really impossible between us!"

Vietnam breathed anxiously, "yue'er, if you refuse me because of Yan'er, then I"

"No!" Nan Yue interrupted him and raised his voice. "We can't be not because of Yan'er, but because I really want to marry!!" after a pause, she simply said a cruel word, "it's true between us, there's no possibility!"

"..." Vietnam Qian's face quickly faded, his eyes tightened violently, and a silent sadness flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

Unwilling, he came up and grabbed her shoulder. His voice trembled imperceptibly, "yue'er, it's possible. How do you know if you don't try... Yue'er, can't you try?"

Nan Yue felt a pain in his heart and slightly lowered his head. Instead of looking at his humble appearance, he rejected his proposal in an extremely firm tone, "the more, it's true, it's impossible..."

Her words were like a sharp knife, a knife mixed with highly toxic, scraping and cutting his heart bit by bit. It hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

The fingertips of Vietnam Qian clasped her shoulder turned white, and slowly painted his whole nail cap with a layer of sad white.

He hung his head, breathing heavily and hopelessly.

The red silk in the fundus of the eyes appeared slowly and spread out of the eyes.

A gloomy trace came out, slipped from the corners of his eyes to his face, and finally disappeared into his tight neck.

Nan Yue can clearly feel his struggle.

His shoulder blades hurt, but I think he tried so hard.

Nan Yue waited quietly. She hoped he could understand and, more importantly, he could be free from her.

Time passed little by little, as if it had been a lifetime, and as if it had only passed for a moment.

Vietnam's voice slowly sounded, "yue'er, how do I put you down?"

This sentence, like thousands of thin needles, rolled Nan Yue's heart.

She took a deep breath.

For the first time, he took the initiative to open his arms and gently hugged him, "the more, I will be happy, as happy as you..."

Vietnam's back suddenly stiffened.

Peach blossom eyes shrink.

The hand on her shoulder pulled hard, and then some out of control, vigorously hugged her, as if to rub her into her heart and bone marrow.

"OK, ok..."

He knew what she meant.

She was afraid that he could not get real happiness because he couldn't let go.

So she told him.

She will be as happy as him.

For her happiness, he also... Also has to work hard... Happiness

……

Decorated in a warm tent.

There are three or two celadon flowerpots on the left and right sides.

Two of them are very beautiful.

Shen Zhiqiao stood in front of the flowerpot, his thin white fingertips bored and touched the yellow petals.

It's just the beginning of autumn. She wears a little too much.

The red and white brocade clothes cling to her graceful body.

Although it still looks slim, it is also obvious that it has gained a lot of weight compared with before.

In particular, the abdomen has been slightly convex.

Her eyes were empty, as if she were thinking of something.

Even if someone walked into the tent, he didn't notice.

"Madam, the jujube lotus seed soup is ready. Drink it while it's hot!"

Her voice is gentle. She is a quiet and beautiful woman.

When Shen Zhiqiao heard the sound, he patted his finger, and then took it back.

He sucked his belly slightly and withdrew to look at her.

Today, she wore a light cyan Tulle embroidered with dodder grass. The light blue wipe inside made her exposed skin white and shiny.

She is very thin, and the pair of deep concave collarbones show her slimness incisively and vividly.

Her face was quiet, but her bright eyes always hid a sadness.

And this pain is more obvious when you see someone.

Looking at her like this, the visitor's eyes flashed gently, put the small cup in his hand on a long table under the left flowerpot, squatted down, and the slender white fingertips took a silver spoon to cool her.

She bent her neck, and the long neck came out from her back collar. She could clearly see the spine under her skin... She was really too thin!

Maybe it was almost. She picked up the small cup again, went to Shen Zhiqiao, scooped up Tremella porridge and put it on Shen Zhiqiao's lips, "Madam..."

When she spoke, her eyes were as bright as water, and her weak and pitiful touch was undoubtedly pitiable.

Especially, she's so thin now.

Shen Zhiqiao pursed his lips, laughed at himself, bent his head and ate.

Swallow the porridge down your throat.

Shen Zhiqiao didn't look up, but stared at the porridge in the small cup and said slowly, "Zheng Meimei, do you like Helian Jingfeng?"

Bang.

The small cup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and fell apart.

She was so flustered that she went to pick up the pieces on the ground.

One mouthful after another, "it's me. Don't be angry, madam. I'll cook a cup for my wife now..."

Shen Zhiqiao saw her hand shaking all the time.

She was afraid that she would break her thin wrist.

With a slight sigh, Shen Zhiqiao came forward and grabbed her hand.

Her hand obviously shook again.

Looking up at her, I felt helpless and sad in my eyes.

Shen Zhiqiao took her lips and pulled her up, "no, I'm not hungry."

While talking, Shen Zhiqiao kept staring at her.

Put her confused and disguised look into her eyes one by one.

She knows. She guessed right.

And the person in front of her is not others.

But the late beauty Zheng, who met her several times in the Dongling palace.