The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 29 Childish

"There's nothing else. Are your hands okay?" Pei Ruochen smiled lightly and shook his head, leaning slightly, looking at the 'Puppy Yiren' who was squatting beside his legs, feeling pity in his heart.

"Is there really nothing else?" Yi Ren didn't answer, but just looked at him cheerfully: "In this world, don't you have anything else you want?"

Like her.Yi Ren thought, doesn't he want her?
She wants him.

"Of course not—I remember you told me that people are like dust, but the sky lasts forever, so everything in this world is actually insignificant." Pei Ruochen smiled, then brushed the strings casually with his hands, and let out a sound. A series of ding ding dong dong sounds: "But even if you understand this truth, who can really understand it?"

This time, Yi Ren was surprisingly not silent, but lowered his head and muttered softly: "Who can really be as indifferent as the sky?"

Pei Ruochen was a little surprised, and lowered his head to look at her. Yi Ren was drawing circles on the ground with his fingers.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, caressing Yi Ren's head lovingly, messing up the hair like a brother.

Yi Ren also raised his head, looked at him with a smile, and said word by word: "You and I will get married."

Pei Ruochen didn't expect her to say this so suddenly, he was startled, and then asked with a smile, "Yi Ren, do you know what getting married means?"

"Getting married means that I like you, and you like me too, so you treat me well, and I treat you well, and then it gets better and better. Once you are good, you will last forever." Yiren replied naturally.

"But you are already married to He Lanxue." Pei Ruochen kindly reminded: "And I have already engaged with Princess You." After a pause, he continued: "The wedding day will be ten days later."

"But why do you want to marry the princess? You want him?" Yi Ren asked.

"And you, why did you marry Xiaoyao Wang?"

"Because..." Yi Ren thought about this question carefully, and then answered calmly: "Because it doesn't matter if I marry anyone, and He Lanxue can support me, and he won't care about my existence. After all, he has many Wife, one more is not too much, one less is not much, I have the freedom I want."

"I also want to live as simple as you. But my freedom is different from yours. And what I want is much more complicated than what you want." Pei Ruochen replied secretively: "Yi Ren , I like your simplicity and desire, but this kind of liking is far from enough."

After finishing speaking, Pei Ruochen stretched out his hand, took Yi Ren, pulled her up from the ground, then held her pale little finger, wiped off the dirt she had stained when she was drawing a circle, and then let go of it leisurely, so as not to get any dust .

"After the painting is finished, just send someone to my house. There will be heavy snow in the near future, and it will be cold. Take care of yourself." After finishing speaking, Pei Ruochen turned around gracefully, like an ordinary visitor.

Yi Ren, who was left behind, could only look at his back helplessly, and suddenly wanted to squat down and draw circles.

Of course Yiren didn't really draw a circle: Eleven, who had been hiding behind the screen, came out, followed by He Lanxue's mocking sound.

"I'm so eager to see your little lover." He Lanxue strode in, lifted the pair of water-red embroidered shoes from Eleven's hands, stared at Yi Ren's bare feet that were red with cold, and sneered: "We greet you backwards, but Bring shame on yourself."

Yi Ren looked at him, then turned and walked back without saying a word.

It was very cold, but she still got into bed.

"Hey, are you sorry?" He Lanxue took two steps from behind to catch up, and grabbed Yi Ren's hand, regardless of the pain that made Yi Ren grin her teeth, and asked depressedly: "Mr. You don't know how to embroider female red flowers, don't you know the three obediences and four virtues?"

Yi Ren turned to look at He Lanxue curiously, not understanding where his suppressed anger came from.

"You are my wife, yet you treat other men..."

"What about you?" Yi Ren blinked and asked innocently, "Have you followed the three virtues?"

"Eh..." He Lanxue was dumb, and then she said confidently: "I am the prince."

Yi Ren didn't bother to talk to him, and didn't try to persuade her with feminist ideas.

She never liked to change other people, just like she never changed herself.

"Do you think Pei Ruochen is better than this king?" He Lanxue found out that she was being ignored, and couldn't help protesting angrily: "Could it be that this king can't satisfy you?"

As soon as the words fell, a certain snow impurely thought of other meanings of 'satisfaction', and looked embarrassed.

Yi Ren was planning to keep ignoring him, but seeing He Lanxue's unwillingness to give up, she kindly replied: "I think he's good."

"Don't be fooled." He Lanxue sneered, and said, "You think he's a modest son, but you don't know that he is the most hypocritical. You think the Pei family is a good thing. First, they sent their daughter who already had a sweetheart to him. After entering the palace, Pei Ruochen is now asked to marry You'er. You'er's uncle is the Marquis of Zhennan, who owns one-third of the soldiers and horses of the Celestial Dynasty. Everyone knows what their plans are. You'er and Ruochen are together When he grew up, he naturally couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman or between a brother and a sister, but Pei Ruochen could tell the difference clearly. He knew that Yu'er treated him like an elder brother, and he didn't necessarily like You'er very much, but he still agreed. This marriage. You said, what is it if he is not greedy for power?"

Yi Ren listened carefully, then looked at He Lanxue indifferently, blinked and said, "You don't like me either, don't you marry me too?"

He Lanxue's face choked up, as if she had eaten a fly, unable to speak.

"I know you like Queen Rong." Yi Ren crawled on the bed, and said casually: "I saw it that day, why are you all like this, don't marry the person you like, but spend time with the person you don't like?" Together."

When he finally climbed onto the couch, Yi Ren turned around and smiled at him indifferently: "Actually, I am the same."

He Lanxue was stunned for a moment, and the impulsiveness just now was replaced by an inexplicable meditation. After a long time, he softly said: "Rongxiu's entry into the palace as empress is not because I won't fight, but because I can't win."

After finishing speaking, He Lanxue bent her lips in a self-deprecating manner, then turned around, walked to the door, came back again, placed the shoes in her hand gently in front of Yiren's bed, and then left silently.

Yi Ren didn't expect him to react like this. Through the screen, watching He Lanxue's back slowly walking away, suddenly felt an inexplicable depression and melancholy.

Sure enough, Pei Ruochen was right. After that day, it snowed heavily for three consecutive days. The end of the year was approaching, and the winter was lingering in the wind and snow.

Perhaps because of He Lanxue's care, the housekeeper no longer dared to withhold Yiren's charcoal fire and supplies, and it was clean to doze around the fire in the house these days.

And He Lanxue didn't come again.

Several times, Yi Ren wanted to draw a portrait of the blind boy, but just as he raised his hand, he sighed and put it down again, staring blankly at Yao Qin, not knowing what to think.

Eleven seldom saw such a distraught young lady, tilting her head, looking at her with half understanding.

Looking at it, I found that the young lady had already fallen asleep, and her head hit the Yaoqin bit by bit, ding ding dong dong, it was a symphony of dreams.

On the fourth day, the wind and snow stopped, the sun began to clear again, and the temperature gradually warmed up.

Yi Ren finally started to work. After laying the table and rubbing ink for a long time, he lay down on the table and drew for a long time, and finally finished the work.

Eleven frantically leaned over to take a look, squinted his eyes and pondered for a long time, and then said with black lines all over his face: "Miss, why does this thief look exactly like Master Pei?"

Only then did Yi Ren realize that he had made a mistake.

It's true that if you don't know lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness.

Killed people.

So, another day.

In this way, the characters in the brush are all the shadows of someone, and Yi Ren can only draw one by one non-stop. When he is tired of drawing, he will sleep, and when he is hungry, he will eat. The days will return to the previous chaos, and in the blink of an eye, nine days in a row will pass up.

On the tenth day, the wound on Yi Ren's palm was almost healed, and her painting skills became more and more proficient.

After breakfast, Yi Ren was sitting on the table as before and writing vigorously. Before he had finished drawing a few strokes, he heard Eleven calling in surprise at the gate of the courtyard: "The prince is here."

Yiren put down her pen, and looked over lazily, and saw He Lanxue, dressed in snow-white sable fur, walking slowly from the path. The snow-white sable fur reflected his face, which was as beautiful as white jade, and it was even more glamorous than Shuang Saixue. up.

No wonder Eleven screamed so happily, so... nympho.

Yi Ren just glanced at it, then turned around and continued to lie on the table, writing furiously.

He Lanxue was not angry, but stopped behind her with a good temper, coughed, and then asked dully: "Is your hand ready?"

Yi Ren then raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes to show that everything was all right.

"What are you doing?" He Lanxue began to find something to say.

"Draw fugitives." Yi Ren replied with her head buried in her face, as if she didn't care.

"A fugitive?" He looked over from behind, and saw a table full of sketches, but no fugitive, only a shadow of a person, sideways or standing, all of whom were Pei Ruochen: "Is Ruochen a fugitive?"

He Lanxue sighed, reached out and took the sketch from Yi Ren, and said lightly: "Pei Ruochen is getting married today, if you like him, you still have a chance." After speaking, he took a folded letter from his arms , "This is the letter of divorce. From now on, you are no longer the princess of this king—Yi Ren, don't hide in the cabinet."

Yi Ren turned his head, stared blankly at him for a while, then stood up suddenly, smiled, hugged He Lanxue fiercely, and rushed out without looking back.

He Lanxue only felt that a ball of warm and fragrant nephrite rushed into her arms, and then separated very quickly. When she turned her head again, she only saw a figure running away.The corners of his lips curled into a smile, but at the end of the smile, there was an indescribable melancholy.

Yi Ren rushed all the way out of the mansion, and for the first time, she didn't get lost.

When we got outside, a young servant happened to come over leading a horse. When he saw her, he was about to salute her, but Yi Ren turned over and landed on the horse's back.

The horse was frightened, and quickly rushed out like an arrow off the string.

It was also at this time that Yi Ren suddenly reflected: It seemed that he could not ride a horse.

It's just that thinking about it at this time is tantamount to hindsight, it's too late.

She had no choice but to lower her body, hugging the horse's neck tightly, and let the wind whistling past her ears.

(End of this chapter)