Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 46
I saw that although the man in the pavilion was only wearing an ordinary black long gown, with his hair tied up casually and without any decorations on his body, he still couldn't conceal his innate luxurious temperament.

Flying eyebrows into the temples, phoenix eyes slightly drooping, lips as thin as a knife are pursed lightly, when not smiling there is a trace of coldness that is not stained with fireworks, when smiling is an unruly demeanor.

Murong Yuan took a deep breath and clenched her fists. This man, if she has taken a fancy to him, is hers and can only be hers!

She raised her hand and swung it backwards, and the attendants behind her immediately bowed their heads and backed away, and then stood guard in various places in the corridor in an orderly manner, not daring to glance at the person in the pavilion at all.

Murong Yuan gently tugged at her sleeves, then walked slowly into the pavilion, Zhu Hongdan's lips were slightly raised, with a bit of obedience and charm, she softly called, "Third brother."

Wei Sichen rolled his eyes, his posture didn't change a bit, he just spoke in a calm voice, almost without emotion, "But I still remember what the king said back then."

Unexpectedly, the other party would attack so directly, Murong Yuan's face froze for a moment.

Of course she remembered that sentence, and it was extremely deep, like a knife stabbed in her heart so hard that she couldn't even pull it out.

She breathed heavily, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she pretended to be shy, "Yuan'er also misses the days when she talked with her third brother when she was young. It would be great if the third brother returned to the emperor with Yuan'er. Maybe Yuan'er hasn't talked to third brother for a long time. Let's have a good chat, recently there have been some cooks in Yuan'er's residence, all of them are good at cooking, Third Brother will definitely like it."

"Murong Yuan."

Wei Sichen turned his head to look at her, his voice still did not fluctuate at all, and his black pupils were like two bottomless ice pools.

Murong Yuan's expression changed a little more, but she quickly covered it up, covering her lips and chuckling, "Third Brother, don't be annoying Yuan'er, Yuan'er just misses Third Brother too much."

Wei Sichen looked at her indifferently.

Murong Yuan's complexion gradually became stiff, and finally she could no longer pretend to be stupid.

She clenched her fists, her eye circles were reddish, and there was already a layer of mist in her eyes, like a little beast abandoned by its owner, looking very pitiful.

Wei Sichen's expression didn't soften at all. Looking at her, his thin lips lifted slightly, drawing a cold and mocking arc.

Murong Yuan only felt pain in his eyes from his sneer, and tears really rolled down from his eyes.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes, her voice choked up, "Third brother, it was indeed Yuan'er who was wrong back then, but it was all because Yuan'er was too scared, afraid that third brother would be snatched away, so I don't want Yuan'er anymore."

Seeing that the other party was still indifferent, Murong Yuan's tears flowed even more fiercely, "Third brother, these years Yuan'er has been reflecting all the time, and she has also worked hard to correct it. Knowing her mistakes can make a big difference. Can't the third brother give Yuan'er another chance to correct herself?" ? The words of the third brother back then made Yuan'er still in pain here, it really hurts so much."

Murong Yuan clutched her chest, sobbing softly, Lihua looked pitiful with the rain on her face.

Wei Sichen looked up at the sky outside the gazebo, in a trance, as if he was really remembering something.

A look of joy flashed across Murong Yuan's eyes, thinking that he was really moved, so she hurriedly continued her efforts.

She raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Third brother, give Yuan'er another chance, okay? Yuan'er promises that she will never mess around again in the future and will obey the third brother in everything. Yuan'er will be a good wife and take care of the future for you." House, to be the most virtuous and virtuous Princess Rongtai." At the end, her face slowly turned red, and she became more charming.

But when the wandering Wei Sichen heard her last sentence, for some reason, a peaceful look appeared in front of his eyes.

The gentleness and care with which the other party feeds Kangkang carefully in his arms, the strictness and gentleness when teaching, and the relaxation and restraint, and the slight smile when he tilts his head to look at Kangkang when he is playing, always makes people feel that everything in the world is inferior to the one in front of her. Everything is leisurely and quiet.

Feeling the approaching breath, he suddenly came back to his senses, like a wisp of black smoke, dodged without a trace, walked to the edge of the pavilion and stood with his hands behind his back.

Murong Yuan was raising her hand to pull his sleeve, but she didn't expect the other party to leave suddenly, her hand froze in the air.

Her eyes dimmed, but she soon raised her smile again, and walked towards him, only took two steps when she saw him turn around, with a strange expression, with a hint of sarcasm, as if she heard some strange joke Same.

"Virtuous and virtuous? Are you worthy?"

Murong Yuan's complexion was pale, and she stared at him stiffly with wide eyes, bloodshot eyes all over her eyes, as if trying to endure something.

"Murong Yuan, whether you want to be a princess or a queen, this king will not interfere, but you must remember that no matter who you marry, the person who will marry you will definitely not be my king."

Wei Sichen approached her like a stroll in the courtyard, lowered his head slightly, his eyes met hers, his voice was low and casual, but with a determination that no one could refute.

It was the first time for Murong Yuan to be so close to the other party, but she couldn't feel any joy, only the bone-chilling coldness.

In those eyes, there is no even a sliver of friendship, only indifference, even without hatred, as if what he sees at this moment is just an irrelevant dead person.

The breath that spewed out seemed to have a strong smell of blood, like Shura walking out of the pool of blood in hell.

The approach was only an instant, and he turned and walked away without any regrets about the convenience.

Murong Yuan took a few quick breaths, came back to her senses, hugged her arms unconsciously, she just felt that the temperature from her whole body was taken away, it was so cold that it was difficult for her to breathe.

She looked up at the man who had walked slowly up the corridor, with a hint of resentment slowly appearing in her eyes, she yelled at him fiercely, as if she had exhausted all the strength in her body.

"Whether you like it or not, we are destined to be together. The godmother has promised to marry us at the end of the year. Your wife can only be me, and will always be me!"

It's a pity that the other party didn't respond at all, and the footsteps didn't even stop, as if they didn't hear her call at all, they gradually drifted away.

Her attendants, seeing Wei Sichen passing by, quickly knelt down on one knee, and didn't dare to step forward to stop her, but their faces were all pale.

"I said, my lord, you won't be afraid that she will go crazy because of love and hatred? It's scary for a woman to go crazy sometimes."

Beside the road, Beitang Jun, who was leaning against the weeping willow, waved his fan slowly, looked at the expressionless person who came, and smiled half-jokingly.

Wei Sichen couldn't take his eyes off his eyes, and his footsteps didn't stop for a while, but a word came slowly after walking for a while.

"Let her marry far away from the Second Continent, or the Beitang family within the year."

Beitang Jun's smile froze.

Changing his face, Wei Sichen went back to Weiwei Pavilion, passing by the back garden, he saw An Ning sitting at the stone table in a daze.

Seeing the other party, the cold breath all over his body subsided unconsciously.

He turned his head for a while and walked over.

An Ning was thinking about various countermeasures, when she heard a faint voice in her ear, "Is this called "destroying flowers with hot hands?"

An Ning was taken aback and turned her head abruptly...

　An Ning: I heard that someone confessed to you today.

　　Wei Sichen: Rumors stop at wise men.

　　An Ning: Oh.

　　Wei Sichen: Oh?Then what?
　　An Ning: What then?
　　Wei Sichen: You... have nothing to ask?

　　An Ning: Didn't I ask?
　　Wei Sichen: ... nothing else?

　　An Ning: What else?
　　Wei Sichen: ...No.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)