Ugly Princess: The Second Marry of the Bloodthirsty Eighth Prince

Chapter 137

In the room, Xueyi and Abi looked Shangguan Fengxuan up and down.


Behind the two of them, the heavy rain finally couldn't bear it, and laughed out loud.


Xue Yi glanced back at Brother Dayu, and then at Shangguan Fengxuan with a dark face. At this moment, he was wearing very simple, old and somewhat tattered clothes.


And he is taller, and the clothes on his body have become very funny.


It's just that that face, apart from being gloomy, was actually very calm, as if completely ignoring the gazes of the three of them, the handsome face was still calm and composed.


Xue Yi really had to admire her in her heart, but couldn't help it, and finally laughed out loud.


He stared at her with cold eyes, slightly annoyed.


Brother Dayu was not afraid of death and walked up to Shangguan Fengxuan's shoulders, "Brother, I didn't expect you to wear my clothes, you look much uglier than me, ha, I only blame you for being too tall. Hey, sorry for your old age."


Xueyi suddenly felt his back was cold, and hurriedly dragged the fearless Brother Dayu over, "Brother Dayu, don't you still have to go hunting in the mountains, it's getting late."


Da Yu slapped his head violently, picked up his bow and arrow, and called out repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm going up the mountain now, Wu Niang, when I come back from hunting a pheasant, you will stew it for him, and I promise he will eat it tomorrow." That's good, I won't bother you here anymore, I think he probably wants to stay here!" The voice of the heavy rain gradually faded away, and after he finished speaking, he had already run into the mountain.


Xue Yi gave Abi a look, and Abi also held back a smile and walked out.


Shangguan Fengxuan stood there steadfastly looking at Xueyi, as if he was still wearing his noble royal style, but there was a cold anger in his eyes that could no longer be concealed.


Xue Yi covered the smile on her lips, and said, "My lord, don't blame Brother Dayu, he is very nice."


"He likes you."


Standing there, he suddenly said a decisive sentence.


Xue Yi was taken aback, and didn't care, "I also like Brother Dayu very much. He is simple, sincere and enthusiastic, and I am very happy to be with him." She came over and tidied up his undressed clothes, "Master Let it go, I'll mend your clothes later."


"No need, the clothes are just for covering the body." He was still calm, just watching her eyes pass by with a touch of darkness.


But Xue Yi smiled mischievously, and said, "Young Master doesn't care, I care about it with my servant girl, I don't want to laugh when I see you."


With a calm and cold face, he said, "Help me out, I want to get some air outside."


The breeze from the bamboo forest brings a light fragrance.


The sun is dappled, and the light and shadow shines on the simple hut. Outside the hut, a white-clothed snow suit is doing work indifferently. In the yard, under the thatched shed, there are rows of wine jars for wine making.


On the rattan chair, Shangguan Fengxuan has been sitting there quietly, watching the sun bathe the snow-like white dress, watching her drooping her head, raising and lowering her slender fingers, earnestly mending his clothes, at this moment she has no Wearing a bamboo hat, black silk like ink, only a bamboo hairpin is tied loosely to one side in a flowing bun, imprinting on the white and transparent skin, it feels more pure and refined.


On the thick eyelashes, there is a fine layer of light and shadow, trembling nimbly, like the wings of a newborn butterfly, so beautiful that it makes people addicted.


Such afternoon sunshine, such a peaceful life.


For a prince like him, just one day is an extravagant hope.


If Xiao Wu is still alive...


He thought, if the person sitting in the sun is her...


His eyes narrowed slowly, as if the person in front of him had turned into her, he called out unconsciously:

"Little five..."


She raised her head and looked over with a clear smile, tenderness in her water eyes, "...My lord."


He was also smiling, as if holding her in his arms, doting on her infinitely.


only……


"Sir?"


Xue Yi called her several times, only to see Shangguan Fengxuan staring at her with deep narrowed eyes, but he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.


He pulled back his thoughts, and a beautiful face flickered in front of his eyes.


Xueyi smiled and said:


"Young master's clothes are mended. Although the mending is clumsy, it is much better than the clothes you are wearing. I will help you into the house and change."


He suddenly shook her hand, Xue Yi frowned, and said calmly:


"If the son does something frivolous again, Wu Niang will not show mercy."


He let go, looked at her, and said:

"Call me Shiro."


Xue Yi was startled, but hadn't reacted yet.


"I don't want to hear the word son again. I am the fourth in the family, so you might as well call me Shiro." He said it very plainly, but with an air of indifference.


"It's just a title, why should you be so serious, young master?"


"In that case, what do you care about?"


"you……"


Yukii smiled, "Okay, Shiro."


The two entered the house and changed their clothes. Xue Yi took out the string of waist pendants and returned them to him, "This is your jade pendant. I washed the tassels on the jade pendant and returned it to you."


He took a look and said:

"No need, you accept it as a thank you gift from me. Of course, your favor is more than just this one thing. After I recover from my injury and return home, I will thank you separately."


Xue Yi smiled, and hung it around his waist for him, "Wu Niang didn't save people for rewards, and besides, no amount of things can be worth the grace of saving lives. Practicing medicine to help the world is the duty of a doctor."


Suddenly his eyes dimmed, his long arms grabbed her waist, and pressed her against his chest, "Since you don't want things, then be my woman."


Xue Yi was startled, then smiled cleverly and said:

"Is there a beautiful wife in Shiro's family?"


"……Have."


"Wu Niang is not a concubine, but a wife."


"I'll treat you better than her."


"If Shiro doesn't even love his wife, how can Wu Niang believe Shiro's words?"


"You don't want to be my woman?"


"Why does Shiro want me?"


"because……"


Suddenly, his eyes froze deeply, and he fixedly looked at those water eyes that were exactly like Xiao Wu's.


"Siro was also moved by Wu Niang's beauty,... Could it be that he fell in love with Wu Niang?"


It turns out that men love beauties, and they can easily fall in love with a beauty who abandons his wife. Is there such a person in this world who is really not moved by beauty, but really only loves one person and only allows her to be his wife?

Difficult.


He suddenly let go of her, turned around, his back was a little lonely, and said:

"You are wrong. I am not deceived by your beauty, but because your eyes are very similar to hers. I want you to feel that she is still alive just because I look into your eyes. "


Xue Yi was surprised, and looked at his back with surprised eyes.


Unexpectedly, he would directly tell her what he thought in his heart. She was really surprised that such a reserved person like him would tell the truth in his heart to a strange woman.


"Siro is so direct, isn't he afraid of hurting Wu Niang's heart?"


"I don't want to lie to you, and I don't want her to misunderstand."


"But what Wu Niang just heard from Shiro said that the woman in your heart seems to be gone?"


died?


He turned around slowly, looked straight at her, did not answer her words, but said:

"I'll give you some time
There is no need to refuse now, even though I have her in my heart, I will not treat you badly, at least for now, I don't hate you. "


"Then, has Shiro ever thought that your wife will be sad?"


His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at Baoliang, "I don't lack wealth, nor do I lack power, but I also have things I can't do, such as my marriage, marrying a woman I don't love. My Marriage can be manipulated by others, but no one can control my heart."


Xue Yi's heart suddenly became confused, like a small stone thrown into a calm water wave, causing circle after circle of ripples, her eyelashes trembling, her gaze lowered and flickering, she turned around anxiously, "You're still hurting?" No, good rest, I should send wine down the mountain to the village with my servant girl."


After speaking, he hurried out of the house.


She ran out of the room, feeling suffocated by the cramped air just now.

 

Leaning against the wall, she took a deep breath.


In my mind, a golden mask and a black and lonely figure floated.


one Year.


Ever since he was hunted down by the old concubine, there has been no news of him.


He knew she was his wife, but he did nothing.


Or, did he also agree with the old concubine's approach, and wanted to drive her to death?

She was nothing to him.


And Die Shuang, the child is born, right?


Count the days, almost half a year old.


Is it a boy or a girl?


He has a beautiful wife and heirs, but she is nothing.


It's just a joke, a tool in the conspiracy of Prince Jing's Mansion.


But, how do you get back the heart you gave?

She wanted to ask him countless questions to clarify.


How can I ask for the hidden pain and hatred?


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