Cross the prayer space

Chapter 772
An Ran smiled, lowered her head and kissed his lips, "I will miss Yulang too."

Liang Qingyu covered her cheeks and stared blankly at her back, feeling infinitely sweet in her heart.

Ting Yu came in after a while, "My lord, the lord said that if you feel bored, you can go out for a stroll."

Hearing this, Liang Qingyu thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, "That's fine."

Ting Yu lowered her head, "Slave, go prepare the carriage."

Liang Qingyu nodded, touched her lips, and her smile deepened.

The carriage was driving on the bluestone road, Liang Qingyu lifted a corner of the curtain, looked at the bustling crowd outside, her eyes inadvertently passed a familiar place, Liang Qingyu's expression became complicated.

It was Yumanlou, the place where he used to grow up, but now, he has lost contact with that place for a long time.

Putting down the curtain in his hand, the carriage stopped slowly, Liang Qingyu got off the carriage, and Tingyu stood beside him and waited.

The shopkeeper heard that the carriage of the Fengyang Prince's Mansion was coming, and had already waited for it. Liang Qingyu walked into the shop, looked at the dazzling array of accessories, and hesitated for a while.

Until he saw a jade crown, his eyes lit up, "Shopkeeper, bring that jade crown."

Holding up the jade crown, he couldn't put it down, thinking that if his wife wears it, his cheeks would turn red unconsciously, "That's all."

"Wang Jun, wait a moment," the shopkeeper smiled and went to fetch the box for him.

At this moment, a voice sounded, "It turned out to be Prince Fengyang." The voice was pleasant.

Liang Qingyu turned his head and saw that the visitor was wearing a silver robe and had a handsome face, but his eyes were slightly hostile. He thought for a while and nodded slightly, "Jing Wangjun."

This person is just serious, everything in Prince Jing's Mansion makes him tired, especially when he hears that King Fengyang and Wang Jun are singing in harmony, and that there is only Wang Jun in the backyard, he is immediately jealous and resentful.

After marrying into Prince Jing's Mansion, he realized that the Prince Jing he had been fascinated with was nothing more than a fantasy. In Prince Jing's Mansion, there were a lot of husbands, and he barely supported Zhengjun's dignity.

Today, Ben came out to relax. He never expected to meet this man, a person who was not as good as him, but now he has become the righteous king by relying on his elder brother.

The corners of his mouth turned up, "Fengyang Wang Jun is in a good mood, no one knows now, Fengyang Wang made Wang Jun's promise to be a couple for a lifetime."

Liang Qingyu just smiled lightly, "Jing Wangjun is bothering, and I still have time to care about my lord's affairs." Since An Ran had complained to him before, this Jing Wangjun has a foolish mind.

Therefore, he still knew that this Jing Wangjun had coveted his wife-lord before, and he heard his eccentricity, so naturally he didn't look good.

Seriously sneered, and stroked his sleeves, "I just don't know how long this promise can be kept. After all, is this woman?" He didn't finish, just smiled meaningfully.

Just as Ting Yu was about to scold her, Liang Qingyu stretched out her hand to block it, and raised her head slightly, "I was thinking just now, Wang Jun's resentment towards her husband must mean that a newcomer has entered the mansion of Prince Jing."

He raised his chin slightly, a little arrogantly, "My lord's wife is naturally different from others. I don't know that Wang Jing has forgotten that this lord is a prince. If you put it more seriously, your words of sowing discord will If this king pursues it, I'm afraid he won't be so kind."

He took a few steps forward, "It stands to reason that when you meet this lord, you have to salute."

Severely taken by his aura, he subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at the radiant and imposing man in front of him, his head went blank, and he felt a sense of panic for a while.

Liang Qingyu leaned closer to his ear, "My lord's patience is limited, and I hope that lord Jing will settle down a bit in the future. Don't embarrass me in front of my lord with such a trick, otherwise, my lord will not have it next time." So easy to talk about."

It wasn't until Liang Qingyu left that he held onto the hand of the servant beside him like a drowning man, and leaned almost entirely on him, "Go back."

Just for a moment, he felt in a trance that he saw the prince from that day. The same look in his eyes made him almost circle around in front of death.

Liang Qingyu walked around a few times in a good mood, bought some things that An Ran needed, and then prepared to leave for the palace.

As a result, I met King Jing on the way, and saw King Jing smiled slightly, with a rather gentle attitude, "Prince Fengyang."

Liang Qingyu was very vigilant towards his wife and husband, and took a few steps back calmly when he heard the words, "Is there something wrong with King Jing?"

"It's nothing, I'm just looking for a husband. It's such a coincidence that I met Fengyang Wang Jun." Jing Wang looked gentle, and his eyes were naturally affectionate.

Liang Qingyu looked indifferent, "Since there is nothing wrong, I will take my leave first."

King Jing paused slightly, "I heard that Wang Jun is good at poetry, and I happened to get a line of poetry recently. I don't know how to explain it. I don't know if Wang Jun is free."

Liang Qingyu turned her head to look at her, and saw that her expression was sincere, like a person who was thirsty for knowledge, and at this time, she met the existence that might save her.

Those eyes looked at him with infinite tenderness, if others were afraid they would drown in it.

He just gave her a cold look, and slightly parted his lips, "My whole life, my lord, is only talking to my wife and master. As for outsiders, I don't have the qualifications to let my lord interpret poems."

He looked a little arrogant, King Jing's face was a little ugly, but he regained his composure in an instant, "Since that's the case, it's because this king is being abrupt, but he really loves poetry."

Liang Qingyu smiled faintly, "Farewell."

Ting Yu at the side glanced at King Jing and wrote down his words.

By the time Liang Qingyu returned to the mansion, An Ran had already gone to court and was instructing people to plant flowers in the yard.

Seeing Liang Qingyu coming, An Ran went up to welcome the guest and held his hand, "Why don't you wear more clothes when you go out, your hands are a little cold."

Liang Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled, "My lord," his voice was soft and sweet.

"What's wrong?" An Ran glanced at the servant who planted the flowers.

Liang Qingyu smiled shyly, "Lang bought some things for you, what is your lord doing?"

An Ran smiled softly, "This king just thinks that you will like flowers."

Starlight appeared in Liang Qingyu's eyes. He raised his head to An Ran, who was a head taller than him. At this moment, he hugged his shoulders and looked down at him with tenderness between his brows.

Liang Qingyu smiled sweetly, "Lang once thought that if he had the opportunity that day, he would definitely plant flowers in the yard."

That was his greatest desire in Yumanlou, he was looking forward to one day he could escape there until he met An Ran.

Nestled in An Ran's arms, he was in a place An Ran couldn't see, his eyes were full of madness, lord, you are my lifelong belief, if one day you don't want me, then I will die, and at that time, I will choose to take you with me.

He closed his eyes, the longing in his heart, like a wild beast, he was terrified and deeply looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)