Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 10 Red Clothes
"Lu Sheng, go out, I want to be alone for a while." When speaking, his eyes never left the brocade box.

Sighing, Lu Sheng walked out of the room. He had watched such a scene for many years, and persuaded him for many years, but there was no effect at all.The prince of his family doesn't seem to care about anything, he can talk about everything, but he can't touch the memory of that woman.

Some injuries hurt when touched.

He was glad that the prince met Princess Yanran. It was the woman who gave the prince the only dawn, but it was she who locked the prince in a field, and the only thing left with him was desolation.

After traveling for a day and a night, the horse changed twice, and finally felt the station in the early morning of the second day.

When he jumped off the horse, he staggered, but fortunately Su Qingyi supported the swaying boy.

"Ayu, are you alright?" the man in Tsing Yi looked at the young man with a tired face but clenched his teeth and asked with concern.

Pushing away those skeletal palms, Puyang Yuren tidied up his clothes.Soldiers wearing weapons stood outside the post station. When they saw someone coming, they just wanted to stop them. When they saw the token in their jade-like palms, they all knelt down and said, "His Royal Highness is a thousand years old."

"Excuse me." After speaking, he went straight into the post station.

This is the closest post station to the capital, and the decorations in the bureau are already prosperous.

Nine-curved corridors, pavilions and water pavilions, rockery and flowing water, flying birds, fish and insects, all show its luxury.

Su Qingyi watched the boy's slightly bumpy steps, followed closely behind him, stretched out his hand slightly, and protected the boy who was only focused on walking in.

"His Royal Highness is a thousand years old!" There was a hint of surprise in his tone, but he was a trained person after all, and Lu Sheng quickly returned to normal.

There was a trace of doubt in my heart, but because I was anxious, I didn't care.

"Is the emperor here?"

"The lord is having breakfast, and the servant will inform you."

Nodding, leaning against the pillars in the corridor, panting slightly, it seems that I really lack exercise, and I am exhausted after a night without sleep, if it is the self in the previous life, it will never be like this.

Stubbornly pursing his lips, he looked at the inconspicuous courtyard in the deepest part of the station.

"My lord, His Royal Highness has arrived."

The hand holding the bamboo chopsticks paused, the fingers were as transparent as the porcelain bowl printed with blue and white, almost fused into one.

"My lord, His Royal Highness is here." Lu Sheng was puzzled, why the lord didn't move now when he was clearly looking forward to seeing that child.Standing up gracefully, the corners of her clothes fluttering like fallen withered butterflies, she walked towards the outer room: "Let Ayu come in." The gurgling water flowed into her heart.

"His Royal Highness, the prince invites you in."

Su Qingyi originally wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Lu Sheng.

Looking back at Su Qingyi who was blocked outside the door, Puyang Yuren smiled faintly to reassure him.Walking into the inner room, an extremely elegant lotus fragrance lingered in the nostrils, soothing Puyang Yuren's restless heart.

"Ayu..."

As if in a daze, he stared blankly at the long and tall man in red, just like the glimpse he had seen back then.

The red clothes lined up like flames, and the long black hair was casually scattered like a waterfall, hanging down to the ankles, oh my god, what a long hair.I haven't seen him for eight years, but the young man's thin back doesn't seem to have changed much, it's still thin.

"Uncle Emperor..." The still immature accent trembled inaudibly.

The wind gushed in through the window, messing up her hair.

With fluttering sleeves, she looked at her outstretched arm and smiled mockingly. She regarded him as a fairy who had transformed into a fairy.

The so-called beauty is like Puyang Fenghua...

Flowers are the appearance, birds are the sound, the moon is the god, the willow is the form, the jade is the bone, the ice and snow are the skin, the autumn water is the posture, the poetry is the heart, and the pen and ink are the fragrance.

She thought she saw the person in the painting.

It's no wonder that everyone in the world praises him as Mr. Fenghua. Thousands of praises are not as good as Wanqian Fenghua.

Puyang Fenghua looked at Puyang Yuren who was still a teenager, the sadness in his eyes became more intense, and two clearly visible words came out from his silver-pink lips: "Aran..." awakened the immersed teenager.

This young man looks so much like his mother, like a miniature version of Yan Ran, but instead of the woman's warm smile like the morning sun, there are some cold brows that cannot be melted away.

Hearing the sound of the man's pearls falling on the jade plate, Puyang Yuren backed away again and again, that tone was like a lover's whisper, but the person the emperor uncle spoke of was so familiar.

She was a little caught off guard by looking at the almost transparent face lined by the red dress and the unresolved sadness in her eyes.

Aware of his gaffe, Puyang Fenghua suppressed his leaked emotions, and smiled apologetically at the boy: "Why is Ayu here?"

Not forgetting the purpose of this trip, Puyang Yuren quickly recovered as His Royal Highness, as if it was just a dream.Although she is a prince, she still behaved like a junior when she met Puyang Fenghua.

"The emperor's horses and horses are exhausted, so I shouldn't worry about it. It's just that my father's serious illness makes Ayu have to do it." She didn't believe that Puyang Fenghua would not know the news that Puyang Li was seriously ill. Seeing her coming seemed to be his expectation Among the things, the reason for her coming this time, I am afraid that he has already known it.

The extremely transparent skin color, under the sunlight, glows with a jade color.

The picturesque eyebrows are mixed with a touch of something called sadness.

The thick and curly eyelashes are like a flying butterfly, flapping its wings, trembling and trembling, trembling the tip of its heart.

Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.

It really is just like the glimpse back then, like a banished fairy. In this world, I am afraid that only Mr. Fenghua can wear the red clothes so impeccably.

"Ayu, please go back. Uncle Huang doesn't have what you're looking for."

Turning around, leaving a peerless figure standing in front of the window.

"Uncle Huang, how do you know what A Yulai is looking for?" Smiling faintly, his eyes fell on the blurred scenery outside the window, staggering the man's peerless face that could not be desecrated.

Staring closely at the face that was very similar to the memory, Puyang Fenghua sighed softly, why is this child not as cute as in the memory?

(End of this chapter)