Arrogant Consort Adored By War Prince

Ye Lingxiao felt that her mother didn't make a mistake. In this world, there are some things that don't need to be entangled too much.

Because many times, you will find that what you are struggling with is vulnerable to what you ultimately want.

The dark night seems to be the quietest moment in this world, so all the mottles are buried in nothingness, there are other people's joys, their own sorrows, countless loves and hates, and a sinking state of mind.

The dizzy candlelight was clearly extinguished by the night wind, and even her heart was unsettling. Ye Lingxiao was silent for a moment, turned around and closed the door and was ready to walk over. However, when she turned back again, she found that The person who was still beside the lantern just now disappeared.

"Xiu Qi!" Ye Lingxiao's heart sank, and after walking down the steps in two or three steps, he ran to the place where Ye Xiuqi just stood.

"Ye Xiuqi!" Ye Lingxiao turned around, still did not see Ye Xiuqi's figure, biting her lip, staring at a short distance in a daze, but for a while, she didn't know which one to look at. place.

Don't you want to see yourself?

Still mad at yourself?

Or did she hurt him the other day?

Thousands of thoughts flashed in Ye Lingxiao's mind for an instant, as her index finger and thumb pinched the sleeve cage and kept rubbing, her chest undulating high and low, barely maintaining herself not to lose her attitude.

The cold night breeze blew by, it seemed to be raining, but Ye Lingxiao didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't move a bit.

After a while, the rain started heavy, and the slant rain was clearly visible under the light, and the gradually wetted ground looked like a large, simple and quiet mirror, a dead silence and a cold damp.

In the Lingxiao Pavilion, on the tallest Huaihua tree, Ye Xiuqi stood casually on the branch, watching Ye Lingxiao standing in the rain, his brows frowned fiercely.

"If you... don't come out again... then we..."

Ye Lingxiao’s voice was very low, not very clear in the rustling rain, but Ye Xiuqi still heard it. Before she could finish speaking, he leaped down from the tree and pulled people in. room.

"Don't you want to see me?" Ye Lingxiao looked at the person who finally appeared in front of her, only to feel that her heart suddenly moved to the real place. She glanced at Ye Xiuqi, lowered her head, and whispered: "Yesterday ……sorry……"

Ye Xiuqi only felt his heart twisted like a knife, very painful, and his eyes were heavy, full of tenderness and pity, "I should be said to be sorry, Ling Xiao."

"I... Snee!" Ye Lingxiao shivered and sneezed.

Ye Xiu frowned, "Ling Xiao, you first change into a dry dress, I'll call Hua Yun..." I had known that I had just waved away the subordinates of Lingxiao Pavilion.

"No." Ye Lingxiao pursed her lips and said, "I can change it myself." She said, her face gradually dyed pink.

Ye Xiuqi understood it all at once, and walked out of the house a little embarrassedly, "I'll go out first, you can call me if you are ready."

With that said, he walked out and closed the door easily.

Ye Lingxiao blushed, moved quickly to change into dry clothes, opened the door of the room and said, "Well, you come in, it's cold outside."

The rain outside was getting heavier and stronger, and with the sound of the wind, the weather suddenly became cold.

Ye Xiuqi looked at Ye Lingxiao's silent appearance. Suddenly, he didn't know what he should say. All his calmness was unbearable when facing Ye Lingxiao.

"This...for you..."

Ye Lingxiao felt that the atmosphere in the room made her uncomfortable. She turned around and picked up the box on the side to open it, took out the jade pendant with the word "Xiao" inscribed and handed it to Ye Xiuqi.

Ye Xiuqi was busy taking it over. When he saw the pattern above, he moved in his heart and couldn't help holding the person in his arms.

Seeing Ye Lingxiao struggling, Ye Xiuqi slapped his hand and gave it away. Putting his chin on Ye Lingxiao's shoulder, he said in a low voice: "Lingxiao, do you understand it, right?"

Ye Lingxiao said nothing.

But Ye Xiuqi found that Ye Lingxiao's earlobes were already red, and his hands were making small movements, obviously very nervous.

He continued to ask in a low voice: "Do you know my mind is right?"

"I don't know." Ye Lingxiao pursed her lips and said dumbly.

"No, you know." Ye Xiuqi turned the person over, looked at Ye Lingxiao's eyes, and smoothed her wrinkled every day little by little, word by word, like this vast night, thick and solid. With the turbulent affection of the ocean.

"Ling Xiao, I like you, I like you very much, I have loved you for many years."

Ye Xiu paused, stretched out his hands to cover Ye Lingxiao's calm eyes, and cautiously placed a gentle kiss on her lips with great restraint, as if the person in his arms was a supreme treasure.

"I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and then book your next life, next life..." Ye Xiuqi's voice was low, but full of tenderness.

Ye Lingxiao was stunned in place, still a little unresponsive, but the next moment, his face burned all of a sudden, flushing red.

She lowered her head, not daring to see Ye Xiuqi, only heard Ye Xiuqi chuckle, "Ling Xiao, are you willing?"

Ye Xiuqi thought Ye Lingxiao would not answer, and was about to say that if she didn't want to, he would not let go, but he heard Ye Lingxiao's voice as small as a mosquito, "I do."

Ye Xiuqi's heart was filled with ecstasy, and he said, "Let's go to the Six Emperors to ask for the imperial decree... we get married... we..."

Just when Ye Xiuqi was thinking about getting his mother to enter the palace as soon as she promised to be engaged to the imperial decree, he saw Ye Lingxiao suddenly say, "But you are still young."

Ye Xiuqi pretended to be vicious and ruthless, but actually kissed Ye Lingxiao’s forehead tenderly and incomparably. Although his voice was helpless, he was full of joy, “It’s okay, we can wait, and you’re still young. It is estimated that my mother will not release people at all."

Ye Lingxiao blushed and didn't care about the meaning in Ye Xiuqi's words, anyway, she knew she would wait.

From the time she understood that she liked the person in front of her, and from the time she decided to take this step, she knew that all this was just the beginning, and that there would be many problems in the future.

But it doesn't matter, the hardest decision has been made, she just needs to live her life well.

After all, what she wants is a Ye Xiuqi who likes herself and herself.

In the sixty-sixth year of the Jingguo calendar, Emperor Xuanfeng ordered the marriage of Princess Fengyi and King Ye to be married.

It wasn't until this time that the rumors that the princess Fengyi was the illegitimate daughter of the Seventh Princes did not break away, and truly dissipated invisible.

In Kyoto, there are countless outstanding talents who sighed about Princess Fengyi’s marriage, and Wen Qiran and others were depressed for a few days to come back. Similarly, those who coveted the position of Princess Ye in the Seven Palaces were also heartbroken. .

After all, no one thought that these two siblings would become husband and wife, and whether it was Emperor Xuanfeng or Seven Princes and Seven Princesses, they were all supportive attitudes.

Although the world was not optimistic about this period of marriage, according to historians, Princess Fengyi and King Ye were married in the thrush case. The couple had a deep affection, so they were a hundred-year-old and a white-headed guardian.

A few years later, in the Seven Kings Mansion, Ye Xiuqi looked at Ye Lingxiao who was sleeping on a chair, and covered Ye Lingxiao with a quilt, and then slowly squatted down, his head pressed against Ye Lingxiao's belly.

"Xiu Qi, what are you doing?" Ye Lingxiao dazedly opened his eyes and asked Ye Xiuqi.

Ye Xiu smiled and said, "I'm singing to our children."

"Huh?" Ye Lingxiao said, his dazed appearance was a little cute.

Ye Xiuqi stretched out his hand and hugged Ye Lingxiao in his arms, his low voice with lingering warmth.

"Years and New Years,

Holding hands together old.

With me even managing the branches,

Entangling you, Qingyunfu.

...

Ride my little bamboo horse,

Get green plums around the bed. "