Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 269 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

Every year on the day of the parade, many girls who have not left the court will set up the location of the teahouse and throw handkerchiefs or flowers upstairs to show their love.

No, the flowers on Zhuangyuan Lang's body were lingering, and the petals fell between his temples, adding a touch of soul-stirring beauty for nothing.

The number one scholar in red frowned and had gloomy eyes, but this did not damage his beauty at all. The girls threw fragrant flowers and silk handkerchiefs on him with all their strength.

Things with fragrance and joy fell on him, and Fu Ming watched them weakly fall down and be crushed by the horse's hooves.

There was sadness in his eyes.

Ever since breaking through that shocking scandal, Fu Xian quickly collapsed.

Fu Mingwei's face was sickly white, but his cheeks were smudged with the morning glow. The contrast of the two colors made him look more and more like a sick and dying person.

Fu Mingwei's robe was blown up by the wind, and fell down again. He closed his eyes and felt the cool wind blowing on his face.

The ten-mile long street seemed endless. He was cold all over, and his body shivered intermittently.

He cut off the noise and bustle, and even less joy.

Fu Ming glanced slightly at the guards in flying fish suits, and he noticed many young girls standing on the street wearing veils, and there were servants standing beside them, carrying baskets full of flowers in their hands.

"Look, that's the champion of the new division!"

"Move forward, let's go to rejoice."

His ears were noisy, but his eyes were silent.

The joy and joy on the faces of those common people made him feel desolate unconsciously, Fu Ming thought slightly, flowers and praises should not be given to him, he is just a person who is in the mud, and the untimely honor has become a shackle , made his heart dull.

He seemed to have lost the ability to be happy, and the light sunlight shrouded him, making his eyes hurt.

Obviously it wasn't his fault, why... It seemed as if the sky had collapsed, and he was lingering in the dust.

Someone upstairs leaned out and sprinkled a basket of peach blossoms, causing a burst of exclamation.

The man rested his snow-white fingers on the window sill, and his scorching gaze stayed on Xinke Zhuangyuan Lang for a long time.

"Another woman who was fascinated by Zhuangyuan Lang." Tan Hua teased.

Fu Ming nodded slightly and raised his eyes indifferently to look at the man who admired the peach blossoms. He caught a glimpse of a wide sleeve, the style was somewhat familiar.

It seems... Embroidered with red lotus, so familiar, like the lines carved deep in his soul.

Fu Ming's heart twitched slightly, a subtle feeling flashed through, and then he fell silent again.

He thought to himself mockingly, what is he? He is already an unbearable person, do he still want to delay others?
Does he fit?
His grandmother passed away, his mother disregarded ethics, his father died of a strange cause, and the Hou Mansion fell into disrepair. His life for more than ten years was turned upside down in a moment, and he didn't know what to do.

In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler.

The boy grew up overnight, and his eyes no longer had any bright light.

He fell into a daze, raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no warmth he was familiar with.

Fu Ming moved his fingers slightly, and took off a peach blossom on the sideburns. The petals were blown off by the wind in his hands, just like his fate, blown down by the wind, without knowing the way forward.

He had thought many times about how to revitalize the Marquis Mansion after he passed the exam, how to earn orders for his grandmother and mother, but now all of them came to naught, and he laughed at his innocence and hatefulness.

If he hadn't walked into it that day, he would still be a heroic young man passing by, maybe it would be better to keep in the dark for the rest of his life.

Fu Ming looked slightly at the scorching spring scenery of Chang'an City, the willows and apricot blossoms, and the boundless scenery.

The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, seeing Chang'an flowers in one day.

Le Jing felt sad, he should try his best to pretend to be a proud champion, and not show such ugly fatigue.

Fu Mingwei tried hard to hook his lips to show a hearty smile, but he failed.

He heard the lively conversations of the people on both sides of the street, his eyes drifted, and he walked through the main street of Chang'an West City in a daze.

Everything is like a beautiful bubble, shattered in the cold wind of Lixue Hall.

"What's the matter with the number one scholar, brother Lin, do you know?" Tanhua reined in and approached the second place, and there were more or less flowers on the clothes and hair of the two of them, all of which were thrown by the girls along the road.

"Walk the streets with peace of mind, don't mind your own business." The second place glanced at him, with a smile on his face, looking like a spring breeze.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, there's no need to wear a fake smile mask." Tanhua complained in a low voice.

"What?" Second place Lin Jiayu looked back.

Tanhua smiled shyly when she heard the words, a pear dimple faintly appeared on the left side of her cheek, like a new white pear blossom, like the first bloom of winter snow, which caused a girl by the roadside to scream involuntarily.

"It's okay, let's catch up quickly, we are all behind Fu Zhuangyuan." Tanhua's words were clear and powerful, and the expression on his face looked very sincere. Only then did Lin Jiayu withdraw his suspicion and nodded bitterly.

The main street of West Market in Chang'an City is extremely lively today, full of people's voices, colorful and bright. In stark contrast to it is the tall and magnificent teahouse in the center.

The room on the side of the street is silent, and the incense is wafting.

Two young women sit facing each other, one drinking tea and the other eating melon seeds.

"The way you threw flowers just now, I thought you fell in love with Mr. Fu." In the quiet wing room, someone teased.

Another said: "It does."

"What?!! When did it happen, tell me quickly!"

The woman who drank tea avoided talking about it, and her gestures and gestures were graceful, which seemed to be the nobility raised by a big family.

Such a noble lady made an inelegant movement. She moved her numb legs and stopped kneeling, but casually leaned cross-legged against the window.

"As expected of the three gentlemen handpicked by the Holy Majesty, they are really handsome. Look at this model, which is rare in the entire capital. Do you want to place a bet?" On the teahouse, the lady drank a cup of tea leisurely, looking around For him.

"Nowadays it is popular to catch a son-in-law under the list. I am afraid that the rankings of these three people have already been determined by those high-ranking officials. I am only the daughter of a fifth-rank official. How can I bet? It is you, the prime minister who is famous all over the capital. Girl, all the men in the capital are up to you to choose, why are you in a hurry today." The companion's tone was neither yin nor yang, with thorns.

Her personality has always been like this, she has a sharp tongue, especially if she has any grievances in her heart, she will speak out.

I was sleeping soundly at home, but was pulled out of bed by this guy to watch Lao Shizi's parade. I was so suffocated that I had nowhere to vent my anger. What's even more annoying was that the person who disturbed my sleep didn't know it. Yingying talked about marriage.

As he was talking, he saw the man parading through the street on horseback, he even picked up the basket and poured peach blossoms down, and after pouring, he stared at the leader like a hungry wolf.

Fortunately, the number one scholar didn't see it, otherwise he would have been shocked.

Thick-skinned!The companion complained in his heart.

What's so interesting about parading around the streets is just to join in the fun, alas, wasting her good sleeping time.

The most hateful thing is that some people half-talk, have they taken a fancy to Mr. Fu?
The person who asked the question was not annoyed, but sadness flashed in her eyes, and she didn't know when the memories would end. She really wanted to rush out immediately to change the ending, but she knew in her heart that everything had been determined, and no matter how hard she struggled, it would be futile.

(End of this chapter)