The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

The birds called a few times on the branches, and the clear and thin light of summer penetrated through the shade of the trees, and became more translucent with the breeze coming in.

The carriage hired by A Zi was parked in front of Ling Shuyuan's mansion, the brown horse bowed or shook its head from time to time, and the driver brushed its brown-red fur with a brush.

Ling Shuyuan stood at the gate of the mansion and bid farewell to A Zi, Xi Yang, and the master. Xi Yang changed into black clothes with a Jianghu style. Ling Shuyuan walked up, put his hands on his shoulders and patted him. At the moment, it is more not to say goodbye, but to pray that after the farewell, this person can also meet old friends in a foreign land, and the world is like neighbors.

"My lord, then I'll go." Xi Yang said with some reluctance.

"Let's go." Ling Shuyuan nodded, looking at Azi behind Xiyang: "If I have time, I will bring Azi to the capital often."

"You don't need him to take me, I will come." Azi said angrily, glanced at Xi Yang, turned around and told Ling Shuyuan: "A Yuan, we are leaving, you must take care of yourself, if you encounter anything Feel free to write to us anytime.”

Ling Shuyuan nodded and smiled: "That's natural."

The four said goodbye, Ling Shuyuan stood in front of the mansion gate, watching them get into the carriage, A Zi lifted the curtain and shook his hand at him: "Goodbye, A Yuan."

"Goodbye, Azi." He looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to the groom, looking at him with a smile, and when he saw his gaze shifted, he shouted: "Go back, Ayuan!"

"Yes, Master." Ling Shuyuan waved his sleeves and bowed, stood up, looked at the gradually distant carriage, his sight became lonely, and said softly with reluctance to leave: "Goodbye, Master..."

The pomegranate flowers in the summer wind were just in bloom...Ling Shuyuan changed into a bright green shirt, he turned his head and looked towards the blue sky along the courtyard wall, there was no cloud in the sky.

On the shore of Minghu Lake, once the flowering season is over, there is only depression left. It rained a few times last night, and the blooming flowers on the jade branches were withered and decayed, and they were desolately sticky and wet in the soil.

The path paved with cobblestones is not muddy, only wet, and the black wet marks falling on the cobblestones are like the shadows of flowers. The temple where Ling Shuyuan is going to pray for peace and happiness is simply at the end of the cobblestone path, so all the way The beautiful scenery is full, and the shoes and socks are not wet.

He walked to the front of the temple, put down the white jade bone umbrella that was supporting the sunshade, and explained his purpose to the monks who came, then went to the side hall to copy the scriptures, and if he copied a hundred sheets, he could exchange for a safe one. blessing.

Ling Shuyuan didn't know why he listened to Shen Lanzhao's words to seek peace and happiness for him. He should have resented Shen Lanzhao, but after doing it in a single game, he seemed to come true... His copying hands stopped Suddenly, the ink dripped down and smeared on the paper, ruining a page of scriptures, he frowned: This is not very good...

He removed the waste paper, and sat at the table in silence, the shadow of the sun was slanting, he looked up, the sunset outside had reached the top of the mountain, the monk who came in from the door, came over, looked at the scriptures he had copied, and smiled Lianlian: "Mr. Ling's handwriting is really exquisite."

"One hundred copies, copy it." Ling Shuyuan stretched out his body, sighed for some reason, stood up, and handed the scriptures to the monk. The monk nodded and borrowed it. He: "Young Master Ling."

"Thank you, master." Ling Shuyuan smiled, respectfully put Ping Anfu into his arms, and leaned over to say goodbye: "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."

"Master Ling, go slowly." The monk bowed in response.

Withered flowers fell all over the ground, Ling Shuyuan reached out and rubbed his sore neck, the afterglow fell and reflected on his blue shirt, the wind blew from under his feet, fluttering the hem of his clothes.

He opened his eyes wearily, but a figure he didn't want to see broke into his sight, and his face immediately became vicious. The man walked up to meet him, and came to find him specially.

Seeing his disgusted expression, he suddenly smiled ironically, and said jokingly: "Ling Shuyuan, why do you have to act like this when you see me? Long time no see, let's talk?"

Ling Shuyuan turned around and looked away: "I have nothing to say to you!"

"Don't be so angry!" Lu Tingyan sneered, snorted softly, paced around Ling Shuyuan, and looked at him maliciously: "You said before that there is no conflict between me and you. It's just because of Shen Lanzhao..."

Ling Shuyuan raised his head and glared at Lu Tingyan, looking back and continued to remain silent, Lu Tingyan continued to say without knowing it: "I also heard that you have been very close to Shen Lanzhao recently, why? Your plan is about to come true?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Ling Shuyuan said coldly.

"Why is it nothing to do with me? You clearly hate Shen Lanzhao, but you deliberately approach him, isn't it just to prove to me that he will like you?" Lu Tingyan whispered softly, with sinister: "But, Ling Shuyuan, You feel that you were deceitful from the very beginning, if you designed Shen Lanzhao to fall in love with you, would he really like you?"

Ling Shuyuan frowned, turned to look at Lu Tingyan with a cold expression: "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean, haha, Ling Shuyuan, isn't this the game you made yourself?" Lu Tingyan snorted coldly, and looked at Ling Shuyuan with a sarcasm: "I just pushed the boat along the way and told Lan Zhao about this game. Guess, he recently Is it true that I am so affectionate towards you, or is it pretending to be affectionate?"

"You put this situation..." Ling Shuyuan looked at Lu Tingyan with hatred, his eyes blurred in front of his eyes, and his eyes gradually became red, and he uttered the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "Tell Shen Lanzhao?"

"Yes." Lu Tingyan spread his hands lightly, walked up to Ling Shuyuan, and looked down at him: "I have told him since the day you set up the situation."

He lowered his head, approached Ling Shuyuan, stared at Ling Shuyuan's eyebrows and eyes, his expression was full of sarcasm: "Ling Shuyuan, you don't really believe that Shen Lanzhao will like you, do you?"

Ling Shuyuan bit her lower lip tightly, took a long breath, looked up at Lu Tingyan stubbornly: "That has nothing to do with you!"

He threw off his sleeves, turned around and walked out of the path, but Lu Tingyan's voice came after him: "Ling Shuyuan, Shen Lanzhao can't possibly like you, he invited all the princes of aristocratic families to his birthday banquet just to humiliate you! "

"It has nothing to do with you!" Ling Shuyuan still yelled sharply, he quickened his pace, and hurried away as if fleeing.

The lights fluttered in the wind, Ling Shuyuan propped up the green brick wall beside him, and walked slowly towards his mansion, how could he believe that Shen Lanzhao really liked him?He never believed that he was nothing in Shen Lanzhao's heart. Shen Lanzhao knew about his situation, but he looked at him like a clown.

It's very interesting. He didn't give Shen Lanzhao his sincerity, and Shen Lanzhao didn't give him his sincerity. They were just acting on the occasion, each took what he needed, and who lost money?It's fair, they don't owe anyone, so why is he still frustrated now, why does he still feel full of sadness because of this matter?

He stubbornly pushed open the wall, propped himself up, and walked to the gate of the mansion. The servants at the gate came down to greet him. He stretched out his hand to push it away, and walked back to the mansion step by step on the steps. Don't be sad, he said silently in his heart, Looking up, the lanterns on the porch stretch like orange flower cups. At this moment, he is the only one leaning on the porch, unwilling to sigh.