King Leng pursues his wife, but abandons his concubine

Chapter 210 Falling for You (1)
Prince Leng's Mansion, Begonia Residence.

Outside the courtyard, there is a bright moon hanging in the sky, making every plant and tree in the whole Begonia House seem to be covered with a layer of gentle and tender colors.

In addition, at night, the slightly cool wind blows the evergreen trees outside the Begonia House, and the bamboo leaves make a "rustling" sound, accompanied by the occasional sound of insects, making it even more beautiful. The night is misty, and the time is quiet.

Haitang lived in the inner room, An An held the brush in her hand helplessly, and glanced at Leng Yuechen who was sitting leisurely beside her, her clear eyes were full of accusations and sorrows.

By the way, it's so late, doesn't he even need to sleep?After sitting upright for so long, isn't he bored? !

Well, on top of that, she wants to sleep wow!She really missed the soft and comfortable bed behind Leng Yuechen!
Leng Yuechen, the bad guy!
To use this method to abuse her!
It's too inhuman, is there anything? !
While thinking this way, An An's body unknowingly lay down on the table top of the desk, and the hand holding the writing brush, which looked extremely awkward, also unknowingly hung down a little bit ...

"An'er? Finished?"

A sexy and magnetic voice came over suddenly, summoning An An's lax consciousness back in minutes, why is there still a little sleepiness? !

Even if there is, they are all scared out of sight, okay? !
"……No."

The bottom voice, that is called a sad, that is called an innocent, that is called a life without love!

It's a pity that Leng Yuechen seemed completely unable to understand the meaning in her eyes, her sexy and handsome lips parted slightly, and only uttered two words that made An An vomit blood even more: "Continue."

An An's heart was called a breakdown!

Did she think he would take pity on her and let her rest? !

After all, those Taiwanese idol dramas and ancient romance novels she watched in the 21st century were all written like this, right? !

But why is it the second version when it comes to her? !
Why can't Leng Yuechen follow those set scripts? !

Ah, why is this? !

Thinking of a few hours ago, An An wanted to beat her chest and stamp her feet even more, she almost burst into tears, why?
Because at that time before, why did she talk about calligraphy so neatly?
Let's talk about it, why doesn't her brain let go of her cleverness, she is so stupid that she is led by the nose by Leng Yuechen, and she is drawn into him without any suspense. Did you go into the tailor-made trap? !
Then, things started to get out of control, and it started to become sad...

Time silently rewinds to the previous few hours.

"My lord, I want to go back to live in Haitang."

An An followed Leng Yuechen tall and straight, her hand was still tightly held by Leng Yuechen, not allowing her to have the slightest move or intention to escape.

Along the way, more and more maids and servants opened their eyes wide, and when they greeted each other, their faces were full of disbelief.

When Leng Yuechen took her to a deserted bluestone path, An An spoke.

Leng Yuechen paused, turned around, looked at An An condescendingly, and said puzzledly, "What? Are you nervous about living with me?"

An An couldn't help but feel ashamed, my lord, you ask such a question so seriously, for a woman, it's weird to say that she's not nervous, okay? !

"...My lord, you see, I have lived in Haitang Residence for a long time, and I have developed feelings for it. If I change places suddenly, I will feel uncomfortable."

Well, this reason is very reasonable, right?

Avoiding Leng Yuechen's question, An An came up with a reason she thought was reasonable.

Leng Yuechen let go of the hand that was holding An An tightly, and An An felt her chin being gently lifted by a slightly warm hand, and what caught her eyes was Leng Yuechen's absolutely stunning His astonishing face, as beautiful as a banished immortal, and the reflection of himself in his deep, pitch-black eyes...

this moment,
It gave An An the illusion that she was everything to Leng Yuechen.

The cool night wind blows Xuan'er gently, but it doesn't lift any corners of their clothes. An An feels in a trance that she seems to see Leng Yuechen's sincerity towards her which is visible to the naked eye again, and her heartbeat gradually speeds up... …

"An'er, do you blame me? Blame me for treating you that way?"

There was a helpless sigh in the low voice, which made An An's heart tremble along with it. She bit her delicate lips and remained silent without speaking. Clenched a little bit.

"..."

blame him?
Blame him for treating her so coldly and mercilessly back then?

Blame him for sending her to the most remote and desolate Haitang residence in the entire Prince Leng's mansion without any explanation?

……

An An was also asking herself this question, but she found that she didn't know the answer herself.

If it's strange, it doesn't seem to be entirely true. After all, at that time, she hadn't been moved by him yet, but if she didn't blame him, she seemed to be a little unwilling to express it.

"An'er, promise me, don't blame me. Don't blame me at any time, I have no choice but to."

An An's slender and petite body was suddenly surrounded by a warm chest, and the faint scent of green grass that is unique to men lingers between the nostrils...

An An was thinking in a daze, she didn't expect Leng Yuechen to be so cold and cold outside, but his body was not as cold as she imagined, but warm...

So comfortable and can't help but rely on the temperature on the screen...

……

Then, Leng Yuechen dragged An An into Haitang Residence.

Begonia Residence is still the same as it was before An An entered the palace, the flowers and plants dotted in the courtyard showed a peaceful and elegant appearance.

It was getting late, but Leng Yuechen didn't have the slightest intention to leave, An An's heart was beating a small drum, wondering what this guy was planning?

"An'er, can you write?" Leng Yuechen asked suddenly.

An An nodded without hesitation, who can't write?Not illiterate.

Leng Yuechen gently hooked her sexy thin lips, smiled and handed An An the writing brush on the wooden table that she once thought was for decoration, "Very good, write a few words for me to see .”

An An took the brush, raised her eyes, and met Leng Yuechen's flickering black eyes with a smile: "My lord, do you really want to write?"

Leng Yuechen pulled her to his side, and continued indifferently: "Write and read."

His tone was full of the meaning of not being able to refuse.

...well, just write it.

After all, she is also a talented student in the 21st century, so writing a few words is not difficult for her!
So, An An picked up the writing brush that Leng Yuechen handed her with a very standard posture, and gracefully wrote the first stroke on the white paper spread out with a very standard posture...

Then, then...

When An An wrote down the first stroke, An An noticed that Leng Yuechen narrowed her deep eyes.

Then, when An An wrote the second pen, she noticed that Leng Yuechen seemed to twitch her eyes.

Then, when An An wrote the third pen, she obviously noticed that Leng Yuechen closed those deep eyes with a look of frustration.

"stop."

Leng Yuechen's voice sounded a bit complicated.

An An obediently put down the writing brush she was holding in her hand, and asked knowingly, "My lord?"

Leng Yuechen stretched out that slender, perfect finger like a work of art, and pointed at the words she had just written, her handsome face showed some signs of darkening: "Is this what you said?"

An An blinked innocently: "My lord."

"kindness?"

"I can write."

Moreover, she felt that the characters she wrote were very artistic. You see, how freehand the characters are, how artistic the beauty of this stroke and stroke is!
"Then?"

"I think my writing is pretty good."

An An's innocent eyes blinked and blinked, with a firm expression of "Yes, that's it".

Leng Yuechen couldn't help but paused, and then helped her forehead: "Then what An'er means is that I misread it?"

An An held back her smile, and while pretending to agree with her face, she nodded cooperatively and said, "The prince is very right."

"Then An'er, tell me, what word did you write?"

An An followed Leng Yuechen's finger that was as white as a work of art, and saw the black ink of unknown shape that she had just made: "Can't the prince see it? It is 'An'!"

"Really? Ann is really sure it's 'An', not...'Mo'?"

Leng Yuechen looked at An An with a teasing expression on her face, and asked in a questioning manner.

Whoops, did you see it? !
An An resisted the urge to burst out laughing, and continued to cooperate with him and said, "Well, it is actually 'ink', what the prince said it is, it is what it is, okay?"

The tone is full of perfunctory, and there is a feeling of secret joy that the trick has succeeded.

Leng Yuechen pursed her sexy thin lips lightly, overflowing with a unparalleled smile, and walked close to An An's back, a big palm also attached to her plain hand.

With a few simple movements, he led An An's right hand, and in the blink of an eye, he gracefully and gracefully landed a very handsome italic script on the piece of paper on the table in front of them.

When the last stroke was completed, Leng Yuechen held a clear smile, leaned close to An An's sensitive ear and whispered: "An'er, this is 'An', remember?"

The warm breath surrounded An An, bringing an uncontrollable shiver to her body.

An An quickly turned her head, quietly adjusted her extremely fast heartbeat, calmed down, then turned back, looked at Leng Yuechen behind her with a disapproving expression, and said in defense: "My lord, actually, I What I want to tell you is that this character can also be divided into many types. Like the one I just wrote, it is actually 'An', but it is 'An' in calligraphy! Although it is not a particularly formal character, but Don't you see, my lord, that it also has its beauty?"

"calligraphy?"

(End of this chapter)