Daughter of the prosperous age: Don't pretend to be stupid

Chapter 512 Value and Not Value (3)

Xue Lian's room was full of nuns helping her to dress up. Tomorrow is the prince's wedding. Tonight, the palace is brightly lit, but there are no birds at the gate of the palace.

Jun Qingyan stood outside the gate of the Wangfu, looking at the people hurrying in the brightly lit street, but no one stopped in front of the Wangfu.

When Feng Yurong came back from Mo Wushuang, he saw Jun Qingyan waving his folding fan and looking at the crowd outside. When Jun Qingyan saw him coming back, he looked into the distance, but Feng Yurong didn't meet his gaze, and passed by directly. Back to the mansion.

"Hey, wait for me, why is it that no one came to congratulate you on your big wedding tomorrow, your popularity is too bad," Jun Qingyan said sarcasticly behind Feng Yurong, who was walking fast.

He thought that Feng Yurong was going to Xuelian's yard, so he moved in front of him and waited for Feng Yurong, only to find that he went straight into the study.

"It's the study room again, why don't you look like a groom at all," Jun Qingyan followed closely behind, and squeezed in abruptly the moment Feng Yurong closed the door.

Feng Yurong thought he was transparent, ignored him, sat down at the desk, picked up a pen, and outlined a woman's face with a few strokes.

He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, and he couldn't start writing the pen lightly, as if the hand holding the pen had a weight of gold.

Jun Qingyan was sitting not far away, shaking his folding fan lightly. Although the heat had faded, he had already become a habit.

He sat alone for a long time, feeling very bored, seeing Feng Yurong painting a few sticks of incense in front of the table, he was curious about what Feng Yurong wrote, got up and walked over, looked down, and couldn't help laughing.

In the black ink on the rice paper, Mo Wushuang looks amazing. In the painting, she is still bright and white, and the expression of the person who draws her is very different.

"Feng Yurong, you married my junior sister, how can you only draw her, come here, and draw another picture of junior sister," Jun Qingyan pulled out another piece of rice paper from the side and put it in Feng Yurong's hand, but Feng Yurong remained indifferent, and finally folded Mo Wushuang's portrait and put it in his chest.

"If you are really bored, you can go to Huajie and Liuxiang, it is more suitable for a flirtatious young man like you," Feng Yurong turned and went out after finishing speaking.

Jun Qingyan snapped the folding fan shut, with a smile on her face, Feng Yurong's suggestion was good, he hasn't gone to the Flower Street and Willow Lane here yet, how could he deserve his title of Merry Young Master.

But as soon as he walked outside the gate, Xuelian caught him back.

Xue Lian was annoyed to death by the maids in the room, so she came out to breathe, but she searched all over the palace but couldn't find Feng Yurong, but ran into her senior brother who wanted to go out.

"Jun Qingyan, where are you going?" Xuelian twisted his ears and pulled back Jun Qingyan who had already stepped out of the gate.

"You bride don't stay in your room to wash and dress up, why do you run out in the middle of the night?" Jun Qingyan knocked Xue Lian on the head with a folding fan, "Look at you, you are about to get married, and you are so aggressive, be careful in the future Suspended and returned home."

Knowing that senior brother was joking with her, Xuelian smiled and gave him a hammer, and said coquettishly, "Feng Yurong will not be like you, he is Xuelian's good husband."

Jun Qingyan rubbed her sore ears on her back, squinted at Xuelian, and said lightly, "Don't you know? Is there another person going to enter the palace tomorrow?"

Xue Lian was stunned for a moment, and then a name popped up in her mind, and her whole body was like a thunderbolt, stiff from head to toe, and the shyness on her face became cold and stiff.

(End of this chapter)