Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 11 Phoenix (1)
Feeling the fragrance of the lotus becoming more fragrant, seeing the man who was already in front of him, looking up at the handsome face who was close at hand, Puyang Yuren slightly parted his red lips in astonishment, when did he approach?Damn it, I didn't notice it, and I was secretly vigilant.

All the movements happened within a second, and she stared blankly at the clean man pinching her face: "Uncle Emperor..."

"Ayu has lost weight, her face is not as fleshy as when she was young." After studying for a long time, Puyang Fenghua said with a resentful expression.

She just felt a row of crows flying over her head, who can tell her what's going on?Being indirectly molested?

"Uncle Huang, you pinched Ayu very painful." Puyang Yuren tried to avoid the man's restraint, but it was in vain. The man seemed to have no intention of doing so, but his hands were full of undeniable strength.

Encircled by the man's close embrace, Puyang Yuren put both hands on the man's chest, damn it, why is there such a big difference in height?Is there such a big disparity in power?
"Bold! Don't let go of this prince!" Puyang Yuren didn't want to admit his embarrassment, let alone touch that blushing face, let alone ignore the joy in his heart for Lianxiang.

Let go of the young man in his arms, his long and narrow eyes filled with a sad smile, he shouldn't try to find that familiar warmth from this child, no, the feeling from back then doesn't exist anymore.

Not missing the disappointment that flashed in the man's eyes, Puyang Yuren straightened his clothes and asked lightly: "Ah Yu looks like someone the emperor knows well?"

Marveling at the young man's intelligence, his thick eyelashes trembled, like a wounded butterfly, and bursts of despair spread: "Well, Ayu looks very similar to her, but her personality is not."

Staring closely at the gentle and deep nostalgia at the corner of the man's mouth, Puyang Yuren hated the feeling of being used as someone else's substitute. Puyang Li is like this, and so is Puyang Fenghua. Does she really look like the host's mother? ?He couldn't help touching his own cheek: "Does Ayu really look like his mother?"

It seemed that someone had spied on the deepest secret in his heart, and a trace of nervousness flashed across Puyang's handsome and jade-like face.

Satisfied to see his panic in his eyes, he couldn't help but bend a bit.

"Ayu, very much like your mother."

"Then uncle, don't you want to treat Ayu as your mother?" Puyang Yuren felt that he was a bit vicious, and despicably exposed other people's scars.

She smiled bitterly, as fragile as a snow lotus on the top of a mountain, seeing the man's expression, she felt a little regretful.

"Ayu was joking, don't worry about it, uncle, Ayu is Ayu, and mother is mother." Seeing the unresolved sadness in the man's clear eyes, Puyang Yuren finally bowed his head.

Touching the boy's soft bun, seeing the silver headband, a pure smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.

"Ayu doesn't need to explain, the emperor knows."

Flat mouth, what do you know, she just can't bear it.

Keeping a safe distance from the man, the elegant lotus fragrance faded a lot.

"Uncle Huang, do you really not have what Ayu wants?" Puyang Yuren looked into the man's eyes firmly, not missing any details.

Sighing, the man frowned lightly, "Yes, it's just that Brother Huang refuses to take it."

"Why?" A person's desire to survive is very strong, especially a person who is on the verge of death, but Pu Yanglu gave up.

"Do you know, Ah Yu, that the medicine is three-point poisonous. This medicine is called Phoenix. It is reborn from the ashes. Although taking this medicine can save your life, it will completely forget the past and the past, just like a new life, so it is named Phoenix."

There is deep interest in the cold eyes, there is such an incredible pill in the world?
Puyang Fenghua caught the light from the boy's dark eyes.

"Is there no other way?" Puyang Yuren asked with her head tilted. She could guess why Puyang Li didn't take the medicine. It might be impossible for him to forget the past.Aran is the most profound existence in his memory, and he would rather give up his life than give up their common memory.

All the exhaustion poured in like a tide, eroding Puyang Yuren's exhausted body.

Unable to tell what kind of feeling she felt in her heart, Puyang Yuren took a deep look at the scenery outside the window, then turned to the man and said, "Uncle Emperor, Ayu is going back to the imperial city first." If there is no holy medicine, then she wants to accompany Puyang Wei Finished the last half month.

"Can't Ayu go with the emperor's uncle?"

Turning around in surprise, she didn't expect the man to stay.

Shaking his head, he smiled tiredly: "No, father is still waiting for Ayu." After speaking, a burst of dizziness struck.

Sighing helplessly, he hugged the boy's falling body, this kid is really stubborn.

"Lu Sheng... Get ready, and you can go to Beijing with me." Qingyue's voice, regardless of gender, sounded lonely in the room.

Su Qingyi looked at the man in red who came out, and lost his mind for a moment. This man seemed to have taken away all the youth in the world, but the two different auras of tranquility and beauty blended so harmoniously.

That kind of beauty has nothing to do with gender or age, but the flamboyant red color is worn out by him, and the gorgeous facial features reveal a sanctity that cannot be desecrated.

When Su Qingyi looked at Puyang Fenghua, Puyang Fenghua was also quietly inquiring about the young man in Qingyi.

The king is like an orchid, the valley is windy, and the tranquility is far away.

This is the 16-year-old young master in Tsing Yi, Su Qingyi.

His eyes fell on the white in the man's arms, and he said calmly: "My lord, let Tsing Yi do it for me."

Seeing the tension in Tsing Yi's eyes, Puyang Fenghua smiled lightly, like pear blossoms in spring water.

"Don't bother Mr. Tsing Yi, Ayu slept soundly."

However, she still wanted to say something, but the man looked at him with distant eyes, and said nothing.He watched helplessly as the boy in white walked past him in the arms of the man in red.

Red and white blend together, so dazzling.

Jumping into the large and comfortable carriage, Puyang Fenghua gently put the boy in his arms, looked at the boy's wrinkled brows, stretched out his jade white fingers to smooth it out, raised the curtain, and greeted the driver. Lu Sheng said softly: "Be more careful."

(End of this chapter)