Chapter 162 The strongest prince and concubine 22

  Xun Jiuyi, who was responsible for sending the letter to Yan Fengmian, had a dull face and walked into the study.

  The carved window of the study is open, and outside the window is a pond with lush green bamboo planted next to it. The light and shadow fell, and the room was dappled.

   Yan Fengmian was sitting by the window, holding a book and reading.

   Hearing the sound of footsteps, raising his eyes, seeing Xunjiu, raised his eyes, "What?" He moved his eyes down, and he smiled when he saw what he was holding, "Who gave it?"

  Xunjiu is even more unhappy, and dare not disobey his master.

   bitterly and deeply said: "Sent from the Su Mansion."

Who else can    be?

  Isn’t that the evildoer!

  Yan Fengmian chuckled, "Come on." He put down the book in his hand, inexplicably, with a little expectation in his heart.

  Xunjiu put down the letter.

  Yan Fengmian laughed helplessly, “Xun Jiu, you shouldn’t have so much prejudice against Miss Su. In fact, she is a very simple and kind person.”

  Innocent? good?

  Xunjiu, why don’t you believe a word? !

  Innocent women will take the initiative to run after a man. And how long she had known the Second Highness, she was indecent to the Second Highness!

  This is what Xunjiu is most worried about.

  "Finally, you will know later."

   Yan Fengmian waved her hand, and first opened the letter.

  There are only a few jargons above.

  The brush calligraphy is open and close, and the first-hand cursive script is very arrogant.

  Just like her own temperament.

this--

  There is no woman who can practice this kind of masculine font. She is the first one.

  Yan Fengmian's eyes were stained with a smile, when she saw what was written on it.

  He licked his lips, and his breathing suddenly hurried for two minutes.

  Meeting Junchu is like returning home.

  The sky is bright and the moon is new, the day and night are the most lovesick.

  He held the paper and was silent for a long time.

   asked concerned at Xunjiu, "His Royal Highness, but what too much did Miss Su write?"

  In his eyes, Su Yan is a skinless and faceless woman, writing nothing too much.

  Yan Fengmian shook her head, then paused, nodded.

  Xunjiu: "..."

   So is this too much, or not too much?

   Then I saw Yan Fengmian, carefully folded the letter, and re-entered the envelope. He planned to save it seriously, and Shun Jiu shut up and said nothing.

  The wood carving is a small delicate box. Before opening it, Xun Jiu thought it contained something strange.

  When Yan Fengmian took out the rough wood carving, Xunjiu's mouth twitched.

   "This doll...couldn't she sculpt it herself?"

and also--

  Too ugly!

  Yan Feng’s eyes were deep in sleep, and the gentle light fell on his clear eyebrows, only feeling that the years were peaceful.

  He rubbed the doll, his pale and slender fingers suddenly held the doll in his palm, as if he had gotten some treasure.

  ……

  Two more days later, Su Yan did not wait for Yan Fengmian's reply.

  So he wrote another poem.

  The moon shines back in the middle of the lake, the wild crane runs towards the idle clouds, and I walk into you.

   Yan Fengmian received it, read it, and carefully folded the earlobe red and put it in a delicate small box.

  There is still no response.

  ……

  Su Yan was also not angry, thinking of Yan Fengmian's shy and cute appearance in her mind.

   must be the pale and clear face, suddenly stained red like a morning glow.

  Warm and drooping eyes are even more dazed, with a little bit of moisture.

  Well, when there are outsiders on the court, he must be very calm and restrained.

  She thought, and wrote another first.

  Between moonlight and snow, you are the third kind of stunning beauty.

  Yan Fengmian received a letter again. He searched the collections of poems he had read. What is certain is that he has never seen this kind of existence.

  Poems, I usually see them! Not original, authored! !

  (End of this chapter)