Essential Accomplishments of A Perfect White Moonlight

Jian Yuyan never stayed overnight with Yan Yiming, nor told Yan Yiming that he would come, but Yan Yiming left a lamp for him.

Jian Yuyan's footsteps couldn't help but be lighter. After entering the yard, she found that Yan Yiming's room was still lit with dim lights, and the woman's emaciated figure could be faintly seen.

The third watch had already passed, and Yan Yiming hadn't rested yet. He was sitting at the table alone in his unlined clothes, staring at the candlelight in front of him in a daze.

With a faint candlelight and a line of thin figures, Jian Yuyan suddenly remembered that not long ago, Yan Yiming said that when she was sold by her family, it was such a quiet night. Whenever she closed her eyes at night, the time was always like that. difficult.

It turned out that Ah Ming survived every night when he didn't fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, Jian Yuyan's heart ached sharply.

When walking over gently, Yan Yiming was probably thinking about something and didn't realize it. It wasn't until Jian Yuyan pulled him into his arms from behind that he froze suddenly, and then slowly relaxed his body when he saw a familiar face. surprise,

"Why did you come here?"

Jian Yuyan didn't answer, wrapping her frozen body like ice, and asked her back, "Why don't you sleep?"

"... I slept too much during the day today, and I don't want to sleep now."

Jian Yuyan sighed, why was he so stubborn, saying that he didn't want to sleep, it was clear that he couldn't sleep, but he never noticed it.

"It's so cold that I don't know how to put on clothes", Jian Yuyan held Yan Yiming's ice-like hands, but didn't want to insist at this moment, "It's not cold...ah!"

Being picked up suddenly by Jian Yuyan, Yan Yiming let out a cry of surprise and hurriedly wrapped his arms around Jian Yuyan's neck.

Jian Yuyan hugged her and walked directly towards the Nuan Pavilion, went straight to the bedside, put her gently on the bed, and pulled the brocade quilt to wrap her tightly. Her body suddenly warmed up, Yan Yiming couldn't help but shuddered, Jian Yuyan pinched her face in a funny way,

"It's not cold, so be careful of the cold."

"I've been used to it for a long time, so I'm not so weak." Yan Yiming grabbed the quilt with both hands, looked at Jian Yuyan who was sitting by the bed with his beautiful almond eyes, and said, "Young master, are you still leaving tonight?"

Jian Yuyan didn't speak.

Yan Yiming lifted the quilt and sat up, buried his face behind Jian Yuyan's back, wrapped his arms around his waist, and moved his hands restlessly to his lower abdomen,

"Don't leave tonight, stay here, okay?"

Jian Yuyan grabbed Yan Yiming's fidgeting hand with one hand, turned back and pressed him back on the bed, wrapped him tightly with a quilt, "Don't make trouble."

The body was held tightly by Jian Yuyan, his cheeks were pressed against his chest, and even a slight rapid heartbeat could be heard. Yan Yiming chuckled, raised his head and nibbled on the position of Jian Yuyan's collarbone, Yan Yiming's breath was between the neck, Ambiguous and seductive, "Master...don't you want to..."

Jian Yuyan sighed, lowered her head and pinched her chin, kissed her rosy lips, touched her lips lightly after tossing around for a long time, and said, "I won't leave, I'll stay here with you, don't make any more trouble, go to sleep. "

Yan Yiming calmed down and closed his eyes.

As the night deepened, Yan Yiming's breathing gradually stabilized, and he was already in a deep sleep, but Jian Yuyan was still awake.

Following the weak candlelight, Jian Yuyan stared at Yan Yiming's eyebrows for a long time, gently caressed her cheek with her fingers, and when she reached the position of the red mole, she paused for a while, and covered the red mole with her thumb .

Yan Yiming didn't notice it as if he had fallen asleep. He didn't know what dream he had, and buried his head in Jian Yuyan's chest.

The hand covering the red mole was squeezed away, and Jian Yuyan's hand froze in place in a daze. After a long time, he stroked Yan Yiming's smooth long hair, and finally closed his eyes.

Like a gust of wind blowing through the room, the candle flame trembled for a while, and finally went out.

Little Apple, who had turned off the lights, returned to Yan Yiming's side and dozed off, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

"Sleep", I waited for most of the night and spent most of the night with Jian Yuyan. Yan Yiming, who was already very sleepy, broke free from Jian Yuyan's arms, "Good night, Apple."

"…Good night."

Jian Yuyan returned to her previous appearance, and would come to see Yan Yiming every day, but what made the others in Meiyuan most jealous was that from this day on, Jian Yuyan would not only come here during the day, but also rest directly here at night.

This made Yu Mei and others, who thought Yan Yiming fell out of favor and were waiting to see a good show, go crazy.

What kind of ecstasy soup did Yan Yiming give Jian Yuyan, and what did Mr. Jian like in her? Appearance, voice, or the ability to serve people in bed?

Jian Yuyan has never been interested in a woman for so long. Even Xiao Jiangxian, who was famous in the capital, could not keep Jian Yuyan for three days, but Yan Yiming kept such a man by his side for two months. !

The weather is getting warmer, Jian Yuyan is not here just to visit her in the Plum Garden, if he has time, he will personally take her to swim in the lake and paint on a painting boat.

Jian Yuyan, the number one son of the capital, has an outstanding family background and appearance, and his beauty pictures have attracted everyone's scrambling.

One stroke at a time, the painting is exquisite, Yan Yiming stretched his legs a little impatiently, Jian Yuyan put down the brush in his hand and walked over with a smile, "But are you bored?"

"A little bit", Yan Yiming said, turned over from the couch, sat up and leaned on Jian Yuyan's legs and smiled coquettishly, "After a while, I will draw again. Let me sing a song for you, okay? What do you want to hear, my lord?" How about Peach?"

After all, before Jian Yuyan could start singing, "Lang Duo's appearance is slavish, he is lightly caged, and his chest is sweaty and full of spring..."

Jian Yuyan glanced at Yan Yiming who was staring blankly, "Change another song."

After a while.

"All kinds of gossip also sing, I heard I sang Shibamo...ah, I won't sing anymore, itches...I, let's continue painting..."

As the boat sailed across the silent lake, melodious and melodious voices could be heard occasionally, and then disappeared, leaving only the woman's brisk laughter.

Nine points of the painting has been completed, and the woman's face is beautiful, with thin willow eyebrows and vermilion lips, but there is a red mole missing at the end of the eye.

Yan Yiming pretended not to see it, and turned to Jian Yuyan, "Did you ever share this painting with me, my lord?"

"I'll give it to you when I get back and finish painting."

When getting off the boat, Jian Yuyan took the veil to cover her beautiful face, Yan Yiming blinked, "Why do you have to wear a veil?"

Jian Yuyan's complexion did not change, "Because I don't want others to see it."

With a bit of a smile in his eyes, Yan Yiming leaned closer and asked him with a teasing voice, "Does the young master just want to watch it by himself?"

Jian Yuyan looked at her sly eyes and raised her eyebrows, leaned over and bit her as punishment, "Isn't it enough for me to see it alone?"

"Now... that's enough." Yan Yiming took the veil from Jian Yuyan's hand and put it on by himself, "I will listen to the young master."

Jian Yuyan suddenly felt a little ashamed. He asked Yan Yiming to cover his face because he didn't want others to see him, but it wasn't because of the love words he said just now, but because he didn't want others to know that Yan Yiming looked so much like Jian Yuer. .

I don't want people who are familiar with Jian Yu'er to see Yan Yiming.

I don't want Jian Yu'er to know that he hangs out with a woman who resembles her every day.

He was talking nonsense, but the woman in front of him never doubted it. Jian Yuyan suddenly felt that he was too despicable for pulling such an innocent woman in from the beginning. Looking at the disappointed woman, he coaxed,

"Don't call me son again."

"What do you call that?" Yan Yiming smiled coquettishly, "Jian Lang? Yu Lang? Yan Lang?"

Jian Yuyan laughed, she really couldn't tolerate the little hoof teasing herself, so she casually said nonsense, "Why don't you call me Brother Qing?"

"Brother Qing is too boring, there must be many people who have already called it that." Yan Yiming sneered, and looked up at Jian Yuyan with winking eyes, "Why don't you just call him Brother Yan."

Jian Yuyan's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he missed the time to refuse in a daze, Yan Yiming took his arm, "Brother Yan, a few days ago Yu Jinlou sent someone to say that the clothes are ready, and I will stop by when I go back later." OK?"

"Brother Yan?"

Every time Yan Yiming called his brother, Jian Yuyan's heart would tremble suddenly, and then he met her eyes and smiled softly, "Okay, I will listen to you in everything."

Yu Jinlou is a very elegant tailor shop in the capital, both the clothes and the masters are the best, and the people who can come here are all rich or expensive, even if the masters in the palace look down on Yan Yiming, they still look down on Yan Yiming. In Jian Yuyan's face, the clothes were made exquisitely.

Seeing Jian Yuyan and Yan Yiming coming together, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted Jian Yuyan to drink tea, and asked Yan Yiming to try on dresses.

The moon-white gauze skirt, the belt and the collar of the collar are all embroidered with silver thread. The clothes are luxurious and exquisite. The shopkeeper's heart said that although the girl has a low status, she has a very good temperament, but the bottom veil Covering the face, you can only see the eyebrows but not the whole picture.

Mr. Jian is really fond of him. Except for Miss Jian, Mr. Jian has never brought a woman here before.

After sending the two of them away, in a blink of an eye, they said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao would be here. Miss Jian and Mr. Jiang came in together, and hurriedly ushered them up to the second floor. son."

"Brother?" Jian Yuer was surprised.

"That's right, Mr. Jian just left, hey, isn't it, you can still see it."

Jian Yu'er stood by the window, and when she lowered her head, she saw Jian Yuyan and a slender woman walking out of Yujin Tower. Jian Yuyan was wearing a blue brocade robe today, and the woman's moon-white dress, the two walked together, looking from behind , very well matched.

"I don't know which family it is from, my brother hasn't told me yet," Jian Yu'er said softly, no wonder I haven't seen my brother these days, it turns out that I have someone I like.

For some reason, Jian Yuer felt a little sour in her heart.

"Hey, miss, she's just an opera singer..."

Jian Yuer suddenly raised her head, and when the shopkeeper went down, Jian Yuer frowned and said, "I've heard that my brother always likes to play around with these prostitutes, but I've never seen it before, so it's true, these women ...Is it really that good?"

"Many women in the world are also poor people who have fallen to this place after their families fell into poverty," Jiang Yi said. He was humble since he was a child, and he did not look down on these women like ordinary scholars.

Jiang Yi stared at Jian Yuyan and Yan Yiming, and was about to turn his head, but the woman suddenly turned her head and looked straight in his direction, her eyes were not surprised after seeing Jiang Yi, and even smiled.

Jiang Yi was slightly taken aback.

When he looked again, the woman had already turned her head, as if that glance just now was his illusion, as if the woman knew that he was here a long time ago was also his illusion.

Jian Yuyan sent Yan Yiming back to Meiyuan, and stayed in Meiyuan for the next few days. After a few days, he returned to Jian's mansion. After a while, he heard something, but when he looked up, he found that it was Jian Yuer who hadn't spoken for a long time. .

"Yu'er", Jian Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, her voice became softer involuntarily, "But what do you want brother to do?"

Jian Yu'er's gaze was a little hurt, could it be that she could only come to him if she had something to do? Biting her rosy lips, Jian Yu'er raised her head and said slowly,

"Brother has...never been home for quite some time."

Jian Yuyan noticed Jian Yuer's injured gaze, and suddenly felt guilty, "I have something important to do recently."

"Then why don't you go back home even at night?"

Jian Yuyan was silent for a moment, "Yu'er heard something."

Jian Yu'er opened her mouth, perhaps because she thought that Jian Yuyan would ask so directly, she was suddenly a little afraid of such a Jian Yuyan, afraid that he would no longer listen to her like before, but she couldn't let Jian Yuyan be so depraved.

"I... I went to Yu Jinlou that day and saw my brother leaving with the same woman. The shopkeeper of Yu Jinlou said that it was an actor from Meiyuan..." Jian Yu'er said with some difficulty, "My brother has not married a wife yet, so it is really... Really hurt my brother's reputation,"

Jian Yuyan didn't speak. He originally thought that he would be very happy when he learned that Yuer was looking for him, but after understanding what Jian Yuer meant, he couldn't bring up the slightest joy.

He wanted to find a topic and stop talking about it, but Jian Yuer was extremely persistent,

"These days Yu'er came to look for my brother and couldn't find anyone, and my father was also a little unhappy. In the future, can my brother stop... seeing those people again..."

Jian Yuyan looked at her deeply, "Doesn't Yu'er like me like this?"

Jian Yuer nodded with red eyes.

Jian Yuyan was silent for a long time and finally agreed.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: The story of Nangong Xuan is simply that love is not what you want to buy, you can buy it if you want

Jian Yuyan's story is probably about who takes who is serious and who plays to death.