Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 199 Happy Ending (1)
"I don't know." She looked at the man with a faint smile.

"Hehe... the smart Mr. Fan should have guessed it."

"Your Majesty, the grass-roots dare not make enemies with Lord Fenghua." Although he has taken life and death lightly, it doesn't mean that Lu likes to run on the road of Di Hutong.

Frowning and contemplating, "Zhen will be responsible for your safety?"

"Wouldn't the emperor be responsible for someone like Wei Ran?" He blinked slyly, and the soft gaze was no longer there, adding a bit of fireworks.

Send a white eye to that person, although others will be confused by the illusion of Mr. Fan, she is very clear.

Stretching out his right hand towards the man, he frowned with a smile, "Mr. Fan, please."

He stretched out his slender palm and put it in the soft palm. The cool temperature made him feel a little uncomfortable, and the tip of Youyuan's eyebrows was slightly cool.

The palace people along the way looked at the man walking, dumbfounded, what is the situation?The emperor even took a strange man to walk in the imperial garden, where is Mr. Fenghua?Could it be that he was thrown into the cold palace?
Under the many probing eyes, Fan Weiran just smiled indifferently, showing no emotions.

"Who is this person?" Yi Xiaogong asked his partner curiously while holding the shower in his hand.

"It seems to be the eldest son of the Fan family who has become famous in the past two years. I heard that this person knows astronomy and geography, and he has the demeanor of a gentleman in the past." Mr. Weiran has been passed down.

The little palace man flattened his mouth: "How can he compare with Fenghua Jun." How can such a beautiful person be compared by these ordinary people.

The other palace man also nodded. It's not that he hasn't seen beauties in the palace these years, and he has heard stories about beauties from his predecessors. However, he always feels that except for that person, no one can be so glamorous.

Naturally, Puyang Yuren frowned when he heard the discussions of those palace people.

Turning his head to look at Puyang Yuren, Zhou Lan squeezed the man's hand: "The emperor seems very happy to hear such a comment?" He also heard their conversation, but it had little influence on him, and few others could influence him thought of.

Nodding honestly, "Well, of course I am happy to hear others praise my man."

Fan Weiran shrugged: "I didn't expect the emperor to have such an interest." Is a man worth it for another man?

Bored, the two wandered around in the imperial garden, but no one came. Puyang Yuren was always a little impatient, and there was a look of embarrassment between his brows.

Fan Weiran, who knows how to read words and expressions, smiled: "Your Majesty, you and I have been strolling in the imperial garden staring at the scorching sun for nearly two hours, no matter how pleasant the scenery in the garden is, it's not a good idea to keep walking like this, right? "Fan Weiran smiled, but he couldn't see that the monarch of the world would do such naive things for a man, which really opened his eyes.

Glancing at the man, I always feel that this man is a little gloating.

"Hehehe...shut up." One moment he was still giggling, and the next moment he looked at the man coldly.

"The emperor wants to cross the river and demolish the bridge?"

His eyes fell on the man in red who was walking towards him, and his whole body seemed like a watered flower.

Seeing the man's change, he looked at the man in red walking from a distance among the flowers with his affectionate eyes, and was slightly stunned.He has always heard about the evaluation of this man, and even when compared with him, he always loses.He then wondered what kind of man could be described by words like peerless elegance.

However, it is precisely because of the precipitation of the years that this man has the calmness emanating from the inner and outer that he does not have, like an ancient tree entwined with the ancients , making people want to find out, but the sight of the inquiry is blocked by the thick branches.The red clothes were covered with fleshy blue silk, half of the winding blue silk was pinned to an exquisite blood jade hairpin, and when she turned her head, it was actually a pair with the head of the man beside her.

There is a cool breeze, and the faint fragrance of lotus flits through the fragrance of flowers.

The wide sleeves face the wind, and the lotus grows under the feet.

Fan Weiran couldn't help thinking of that sentence, Lang Yan is unique, there is no other in the world, Feng Huajun is indeed a god-like existence, no wonder she has lived in the deep palace for so many years and there are still so many rumors about him.The peerless person in the storyteller's mouth changes back and forth, but it is still him after all.

Swept by the man's quiet gaze, Fan Weiran only felt cold in the back.

Holding the man's palm tightly, smiling and looking at the man who was eager to run to Puyang Fenghua, at that moment, he actually felt that it would be a good feeling to keep holding these women's hands.

He looked gratefully at Fan Weiran who was holding his palm. If he hadn't held him, the hours of wandering under the scorching sun today would have been in vain.Put away the emotions that were exposed, and looked at the man who came from the depths of the flowers with a faint smile.

His illusory eyes fell on the tightly held hands of the two, and then he glanced at the indifferent man who smiled at him and curled his mouth.

"See Mr. Fenghua..." Although Fan Weiran came to accompany the emperor in acting, he still had to salute when he saw the man whose status in the world was second only to the emperor.

Hearing the voice as clear as spring water, Puyang Fenghua frowned, but it was only a few seconds before his eyes fell on Puyang Yuren's smiling face, and he didn't seem to hear Fan Weiran's greetings.

For a while, only the sound of cicadas chirping among the branches was heard.

The palace people in the distance saw the strange scene in the imperial garden, and they all probed to see what happened.

One is the master of the harem who has been favored for many years, and the other is the new son of the master who the emperor has taken a fancy to. Who will win in this round?
Time passed minute by minute, and beads of sweat flowed down Fan Weiran's forehead, but he felt a little depressed in his heart.He has lived for 19 years, and he has never received such a lesson, so today is a good experience.

"Aran, get up quickly, look, I'm sweating from the heat." All the weirdness ended after Puyang Yuren opened his mouth. He took out a brocade handkerchief from his cuff and pulled Fan Weiran over with a gentle expression, his eyes were like those in a summer night. The diffuse moonlight is quiet and affectionate.

(End of this chapter)