Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

After all, the matter of marriage still has to be decided. The one who will marry China is none other than the Seventeenth Prince Gao You. It is said that the two are of the same age and they are getting married at the right time, not to mention that China chose Gao You that day.

Immediately, Gao Zhi swiped his pen and wanted to marry the two of them, and ordered the secretary to choose a good day, and after choosing a good day for the two, he gave them the marriage, just two days later.

This is God's will, good days are catching up.

On the day of their marriage, the scholar also arrived. He received China's letter and went to the Mochizuki Tower where China lived temporarily.

Today is her eldest relative, the scholar stood at the Moon-Watching Tower and really didn't know whether to enter or not, how could he come here at this time, the scholar was about to leave, Chi Na came out and dragged him in directly.

Chi Na was wearing a wedding dress of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. She was good-looking, without any tweaks, with light makeup, and a bright and charming charm, not flirtatious.

Chi Na stared at the scholar closely, and asked, "Why did you run away?"

"Xiaosheng didn't escape." The scholar slightly turned his eyes away, not daring to look at China.

Chi Na was a little annoyed, and stomped her feet like a child: "You can tell me bluntly if you don't like me."

Like it?Scholars like this woman who is like sunshine in the prairie, who would hate sunshine.

The scholar took a step back, and didn't face Chi Na's words directly. He only reminded: "The Southern Zhou Dynasty is not competitive, and I ask the princess to be careful in her words and deeds in the future."

Chi Na was so angry with the book, how can there be such a nerd in a daze, she was anxious: "You are really a nerd! Give me back my knife!"

The knife, the dagger that Richina replaced his fan that day.

However, when the scholar handed it back to China, China was stunned for a moment. Didn't expect the scholar to bring it back today, did he come to return it to her?

Chi Na still took it, but the discomfort in her eyes also made the scholar feel stuffy.

The scholar understands better that he, a mother-in-law, is not worthy of such a woman. Passionate means being unfeeling, and he is even less worthy of the joy of such a woman.

"I threw the fan away, so I can't return it to you." Chi Na blinked stubbornly to disperse the moisture in his eyes, with a forced indifference on his face.

The scholar shook his head: "The fan is worthless, just throw it away."

"You!" Chi Na wanted to say something, but bit her lip and swallowed the words. She turned her back, and said for a long time, "You go."

The scholar clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves.

"Xiaosheng has retired." The scholar's tone was as usual, without any ups and downs.

China turned around abruptly the moment the scholar went out. The scholar left too decisively and never looked back. In her hand was the knife she gave him that day. She stretched out her hand, and a plain folding fan slipped out from the other sleeve. Well, she didn't throw it away, she came here to look for him, so how could she be willing to throw it away.

Chi Na didn't understand why the scholar rejected her. Sure enough, she still liked Dingfan, and there were too many rules in Nanzhou.

(37) My material

The scholar came out from the Moon Tower, and just walked aimlessly in the capital. The capital was lively and prosperous. He thought so when he came to the capital for the first time, but now it seems that it is not enough, not prosperous enough.

The real prosperous age has not yet come, there are many shops, foreign merchants are in an endless stream, even at night, it is still lively and the business continues.

Walking to the end of the bridge, he looked up and saw the man standing on the bridge, facing him, but he was not surprised to see him here, as if he had made an appointment early in the morning, the scholar stepped onto the bridge to meet him, They looked at each other and walked forward together tacitly.

The two of them are wearing simple clothes today. The scholar knows that Xue Yu's clothes look plain, but this dress will definitely cover all the scholar's belongings. When they walk on the street, the only thing that shows off is Xue Yu's face .

Naturally ostentatious, the scholar shook his head helplessly, while Xue Yu gave him a puzzled look. He was doing well all the way, why did he suddenly sigh so much.

"It's nothing, let's go." The scholar stretched his eyebrows slightly, and walked forward.

The weather is good recently, willows, green flowers and red are brushing the embankment of the lake, and green boots and white shirts are crossing the West Bridge.

The scholar's hands behind his back were slightly clenched, the breeze caressed him, and his hairband trembled slightly. He could hear the sound of gongs and drums in the distance, and he could also hear the sound of firecrackers. Today, the prince's wedding is very lively.

Xue Yu suddenly asked: "Do you regret it?"

The scholar stopped and put his hands on the bluestone bridge railing, his knuckles turned white, do you regret it? It seemed that the question really entered his heart, but the answer was already clear.

"What do you regret?" The scholar's words seemed to be a rhetorical question, but it was more like telling a simple fact, he didn't regret it.

"I regret stepping out of the hall that day, and regret not being able to marry her."

The scholar pursed his lips, but said: "I don't regret it, Xiaosheng... I don't mean that, I can't miss her."

Do you regret it? No regrets.

The scholar knows that he likes China, but he will never give up his true self for her, let alone give up someone for her in the future.

He is a person who only cares about himself, a selfish person, the scholar thinks himself that way.

When Xue Yu looked at the scholar, he saw the scholar's side face, thin, still thin, with a gloomy expression.

He put his hand on his chin, and easily turned the scholar's face to face him, Xue Yu stared at the scholar.

"Your face doesn't look boring. Your expression tells me that you care, that's why you appear here."

The scholar whose jaw was clamped was not at all annoyed, the face trapped in Xue Yu's hands slowly smiled, a gleam of light flashed between his brows and eyes, and he asked with a smile: "Master Xue is also here."

Hearing this, Xue Yu let go of the scholar, but the white mark on the scholar's face didn't go away for a long time, he didn't look at the scholar directly, but he stared at the mark from the corner of his eye.

"I think that if you are a nerd, you can't think about jumping off the West Bridge, and the court ordered the officials to be hurt by love. This will become a lively playbook circulating in the streets and alleys of the capital."

The scholar curled his lips, a little unhappy, and muttered: "Xiaosheng is not stupid."

Xue Yu had no expression on his face, and complained, "Nerdy."

The scholar refused to accept it, and immediately retorted: "Xiaosheng is not the kind of idiot who is obsessed with studying."

Xue Yu glanced at him, with a smile in his eyes, and said, "Where does the confidence come from?"

I saw the scholar puffed up his chest and said confidently: "I am born with talent."

(38) Dahe

Xue Yu's smile was very faint and fleeting, but the scholar's sharp eyes saw that smile in his eyes, it was pretty, a naturally ostentatious beauty's face was always cold, but when she smiled, she was terribly pretty.

As sensitive as Xue Yu, how could he not know how long the scholar's undisguised gaze stayed on his face? If he didn't care, this thick-skinned scholar would definitely kick his nose in the face.

"If you look at it again, I'll gouge your eyeballs out." With a smile on her face, Xue Yu raised her eyebrows slightly, the corners of her brows were sharp, and her phoenix eyes were bright.

The scholar was so frightened by Xue Yu's words that his back turned cold, but his body didn't obey his control at all. He did what he should do. The scholar thought that he didn't need Xue Yu to pick out his eyeballs, as they had already fallen on him.

The scholar took some effort to get his eyeballs off Xue Yu's body, it was not easy.

The scholar is honest.

Xue Yu unconsciously looked at the scholar. He could see him every day, but he felt as if he hadn't seen the scholar for a long, long time.

The scholar is still as thin as he first saw. Even if he became an official, he still looks dry. He still looks like a poor scholar, but there are always some changes in the scholar...

The scholar's back is straighter than before, his thin body is straighter, and his smiling face is not so obvious. He has changed a lot.

At this moment, Xue Yu unconsciously stretched his hand towards the scholar's face. The scholar was startled, but he didn't move away, allowing Xue Yu to touch his face.

Scholar, there is not much flesh on his face, the bones can be touched, and there are wounds he suffered in prison, the scabs have disappeared so far, but it does not affect the scholar's face. It is also the first time that Xue Yu feels that the scholar's face is delicate and beautiful. Putting aside, it is eye-catching, and I want people to keep watching it.

Xue Yu didn't know if his current expression was too superficial, which made the scholar smile so complacently, but Xue Yu looked at it blatantly.

The scholar leaned forward, smiled complacently, and said complacently, "Xiaosheng still has flowers on his face?"

I didn't see the flower, but there was a dog's tail grass. Xue Yu let go of his hand and slid it down the scholar's face, but the scholar had quick eyesight and quick hands at this moment, and grabbed his sleeve.

Xue Yu instinctively wanted to shake it off, but after all, he restrained this habit and let the scholar hold his sleeve.

The scholar clutched Xue Yu's sleeve for a long time and refused to let go, but he looked confident and confident. Xue Yu's hand just stopped on the scholar's chin, seemingly touching it.

The scholar hooked his sleeve and mumbled cheekily: "Master Xue can't let Xiaosheng suffer for nothing."

Xue Yu pretended to be confused when he came, and asked the scholar instead: "What's wrong with you?"

It looked like he was pretending to be confused, and the scholar was not the kind of thin-skinned person. Since Xue Yu was pretending to be confused, he wanted to make it clear.

"You even touched Xiaosheng's face, don't let Xiaosheng suffer from being dumb because you think Xiaosheng is easy to bully."

As he said that, the scholar also pointed to the place where Xue Yu touched his face, as well as the mark left when his chin was pinched just now. The mark has turned from white to red, and now it looks like the scholar has been slapped.

Xue Yu said expressionlessly, "I didn't touch it."

The scholar was not annoyed at all, he smiled, with a little slyness in his eyes, and murmured: "Really?"

Xue Yu looked at him sideways, and the scholar thought he was going to admit it this time, but who knows, Xue Yu only gave him that one look, and his expression was even colder.

"Wipe your hands."

One sentence almost caused the scholar to fall into the lake, and actually used his face as a handkerchief to wipe his hands. The scholar was about to refute, but Xue Yu's warning gaze suppressed the words he said.

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