Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 339 Rumors Abound (Part [-])

The sky at night became hotter and muffled thunder came from the sky from time to time, and it seemed that a heavy rainstorm was inevitable tonight.

Nanmenyue came out of the courtyard, turned her head and headed east, which was the direction of Prince Shuo's mansion. The lightning that pierced the sky from time to time made her already frail body even thinner.

The small steps were fast, the skirt was swept by the wind, and after a while, she arrived in front of Prince Shuo's mansion.

Looking at the tightly closed vermilion door, looking at the bulging rivets, of course the courage I had when I came here has long been exhausted.

She just stood there, standing on the street, letting the night wind blow, messing up her blue hair, skirt and skirt, and her restless heart.

In Guanyun Temple, she had heard the conversation between the servant and Qi Zhengyu a long time ago, and she wanted to wait for the three-day appointment, but in the end she couldn't bear the temper.

She is not a sage, and she also has emotions and desires. When she knows that she is rejected by the man she loves, she will also be shocked, afraid, and heartbroken.

But so what, if the ending has been decided, she can't change all of this no matter what.

The small fist hidden in the sleeve clenched tightly again and again, but she still mustered up the courage to take a step forward.

The servants in the palace were changing shifts and having dinner at this time, and after Qin Tinghan's order to be grounded came down, the door has been closed and never opened.

Suddenly hearing the sound of someone slapping their boards, one of the servants trotted to open the door.

His head came out of the gate, and he looked at Nanmen Yue up and down. There were no other family members behind her. Looking at the calmness on her face, he exclaimed in his heart.

If the ordinary woman heard such news, she would definitely cry, make trouble, and hang herself. There are also people who come to find fault with anger, but there are often a large group of people behind them.

It is really surprising that Nanmenyue is so independent.

The servant opened the door and let Nanmenyue walk into the house. Although the prince refused to marry him, there was no special explanation from the superior. He felt sympathy for Nanmenyue in his heart, so it was fine.

"My lord is drinking in the Juyue Pavilion in the backyard, Miss Yue'er, please come with me." The servant was very courteous and walked ahead to lead the way.

Nanmen Yue followed closely, walked through large and small stone paths to the backyard, and in the distance was the Juyue Pavilion located in the middle of the lake.

Qin Tinghan has a unique obsession with the attic, which was specially repaired after he moved into the palace, and it was only a few days after the completion.

The sound of the flute from afar is clear and distant, and the ears can't help but calm down, washing away the dust and customs, and the melody is like the waves of pines, and the wind is blowing in the myriad valleys.

Nanmenyue stopped in amazement, looked up, Qin Tinghan's long figure was standing on the attic, her black hair tied with a copper crown fluttered in the wind, like the sound of a flute.

With a svelte figure, a plain silver brocade suit, and the cuffs fluttering in the wind, what comes to mind is his handsome beauty, and when he reaches out to touch it, it is indeed unattainable by that class.

How ever was it similar.

He was like this when she saw Qin Tinghan for the first time after traveling through time, he was as beautiful as the person in the painting.

There was a stabbing pain in her heart, and the bottom of her eyes could not help but turn red. At some point, even her own heart had already been tied to Qin Tinghan's body.

The one who loves him is himself, that Nanmenyue from the 21st century!
"Miss Yue'er." The servant walked a few steps and did not hear footsteps coming, turned around, but saw Nanmen Yue stopped, he called softly, and the soft voice was also stained with her heartache .

Nanmen Yue blinked her eyes, closed her red eyes, and followed her with her skirts in her hands. A trace of stubbornness flashed across her pretty face. No one can feel this kind of pain with you. You think theirs are also in pain, In fact, it was just sympathy.

The servant continued to lead the way, and stopped when he reached the winding wooden bridge leading to the Juyue Pavilion: "Miss Yue'er walks along this wooden bridge, and you will see the wooden ladder leading to the Juyue Pavilion."

Nanmenyue nodded lightly at him, watching the servant go away before starting on the wooden bridge.

The wind on the lake was a bit strong, making her eyes dry. She walked forward slowly, like a tourist passing by, pressing her white fingertips on the waist-high guardrail, and stroking lightly without leaving a trace.

When I walked to the end of the wooden bridge, I had already reached the attic, and after thinking a hundred times in my heart that the moon at the south gate must not cry, I stepped up the wooden ladder with firm and determined steps.

Qin Tinghan stood with her back, a familiar scent that came into his nostrils made his heart that had been calm just now turbulent again, the sound of the flute was still, and he turned around slowly after a long time.

His handsome and cold eyes stared at the inhumanity he deliberately pretended to be, and he put down the jade flute and sat down gently.

The slender fingertips pass through the handle of the teapot, blending with the porcelain white teapot teapot.

He turned over the teacup and poured the tea, the warm tea gave off the obvious heat, and the rich tea fragrance spread around, and then disappeared in the wind very quickly.

"Sit down." The familiar voice could not find a trace of warmth, even colder than the tone when the two met in the hot spring, cold to the heart.

Nanmenyue sat down, picked up the hot tea in front of her, took a big sip, it was very hot, but she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out, she lowered her head at that moment, but she didn't see a trace of nervousness passing by Qin Tinghan .

He seemed to be careless, but his heart was full of pity. This tea was just made by Fu Tonghua. One can imagine how hot it was, and he took such a big gulp without even trying it.

Sure enough, when the teacup was taken away from her mouth, her tender lips were a bright red.

"I heard that you are going to reject the marriage appointed by the emperor?" She put down the cup, looked at Qin Tinghan with the most indifferent expression, and her tone was also casual and easy.

Qin Tinghan's unhealed heart was stung again by the interrogation, what could he say, he said he was forced, he said he couldn't live without her.

His perfect thin lips slightly opened and faded out an emotionless syllable: "Yeah."

He didn't want to be so cruel to Nanmenyue, if he couldn't protect her, he couldn't protect her, so why so many arguments.

Instead of letting Nanmenyue know that she was forced to refuse the marriage, it is better to let her think that she has changed her mind. Since the foregone conclusion cannot be changed, let her hate it. Hate is easier to let go than love.

"I see." She replied, miraculously not sad, or maybe because her heart was so painful that she lost consciousness, because of his indifference and his deliberate alienation.

"Actually, I have been keeping something from you. I am not Nanmenyue. Although my name is also Nanmenyue, I am not Nanmenyue."

As if she was drunk, she said something that confused even herself, picked up the tea cup embarrassingly, and drank it down in a gulp.

The scalding hot tea poured down her throat, making her face turn pale for a while, she covered her mouth and coughed for a while, a warmth gushed out of her palms, her worried brows tightened, and she stood up in a panic.

"Anyway, let's all be well, I'm leaving."

(End of this chapter)