The third master picked up a fox husband

It started to rain today.

Even though the rain in spring is cold, it is gentle no matter how you look at it with the green vegetation.

The eaves of the green roof are dripping light rain, the vegetation is overgrown, and it is gentle and tender.

In the elegant flower hall, there are giant streams of merchants from the south.The annual meeting of the Liu Family Chamber of Commerce, with tea brewed and guqin played, is more like an ancient poetry club.

Because they came from the Liu family, all of them were mandarin jackets and long gowns, and occasionally there were one or two ladies who also wore cheongsams and embroidered skirts.

Yu Da followed a group of young servant girls and waited in the corridor outside the flower hall. He was the only one who was tall, handsome, and mighty, causing several young servant girls to peek at him frequently, and then blushed.

Yu Da turned his head and glanced at the young master in the indigo gown, his eyes were closed and he was talking softly to a young lady next to him.

He knew that daughter, the only daughter of the largest medicine dealer in Wangcheng.

The appearance is naturally beautiful, but for some reason, Yu Da feels uncomfortable.

He also couldn't see who the young master liked, he just didn't like him anyway.

Although he has some numbness, but in terms of feelings, he is still self-taught.

What's more, Yan Jingci also knocked a few times. Although he was not sure, he also had guesses. The young master knew that he liked him, but... the other party obviously didn't need it.

Yu Da turned around and looked at the rain curtain. The bright flowers blooming in the corner of the Liu Family Courtyard all lost their color.

After he escaped death in prison this time, he could clearly feel that the distance between the young master and him was getting farther and farther.Give him money, status, and power, but emotionally, even brotherhood is no longer there.

He understands that his ignorance has caused Yan Jingci a burden.

Yu Da sighed softly, the young master is such a good person, when he was young, he was willing to take his servants with him in everything, and he was willing to teach them how to read while studying.

He was clumsy at the beginning, and was reprimanded by the housekeeper of Yan's mansion to shut him down in the small black room. The young master brought him food and even rescued him.

Later, he was willing to block the gun for the young master.

Just like now, he would go through life and death for the other party, and he would not regret it in the slightest.

Even if the other party will never respond to him.

When Yan Jingci came out, the drug dealer's daughter handed him a delicately embroidered moon white purse, and shyly asked the maid to leave with an umbrella.

Yu Da only held up the umbrella after others had finished exchanging greetings with Yan Jingci, and he was always half a step behind Yan Jingci.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, covering the sound of the two people's footsteps.

After walking for a while, Yan Jingci looked back and found that the man was half wet.

People who are recovering from a serious illness...

"Just bring an umbrella?" Yan Jingci asked.

"Ah..." Yu Da was taken aback, "Master...you...do you want to support yourself?"

"No, you should also take care of yourself, how wet you are." Yan Jingci stopped and looked at him helplessly.

"I'm fine, it's raining."

"What do you do if you try to be brave and fall ill? Your body is your own, and it's not worth ruining for anyone else." Yan Jingci persuaded him, "You've only been injured for a short time, didn't I tell you? Follow me."

Yu Da lowered his head and listened to him quietly, pinching the handle of the umbrella with his fingers, his knuckles turning white, "These days are special, I don't worry about others."

Yan Jingci felt a little headache, and it was easier to persuade anyone than Yu Da.

"you…"

"Eldest Young Master..." The two spoke at the same time, and were relatively speechless for a while.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Yan Jingci asked proactively.

Yu Da raised his head slowly, looking directly into Yan Jingci's eyes for the first time.

The young master is so handsome and elegant that he looks like he just walked out of a painting... how could he be worthy.

"You know that, don't you?" he asked with a stiff smile.

Yan Jingci was stunned. The silent man in front of him asked such a question without thinking, and then stared into his eyes, which was really too bold for the other party.

"Yeah." Yan Jingci hummed, "Yu Da, in this world, you have to treat yourself well."

"I understand." He blushed slightly and lowered his head again, "Master, let's go."

Half a step behind, this is Yu Da, the most appropriate position beside Yan Jingci.

...

Zhen Yi sat on the roof, drenched in the rain, watched everyone in the rain curtain leave, then jumped off the eaves, and entered the flower hall through the window.

The bell on his waist jingled, and from the moment he moved, Liu Shu knew he was coming.

Liu Shu was the only one left in the entire flower hall. He looked at Zhenyi who was all wet, and said, "Why is it raining?"

"I have lived in the imperial mausoleum for hundreds of years, and I can't wait to be outside every day, what a little rain." Zhen Yi smiled and sat next to Liu Shu, "My lord, this young master of the Yan family is really a bit of an emperor. At least he looks more like an emperor than you."

Liu Shu pursed his lips and smiled, "Do you still remember what I look like?"

Zhen Yi shook his wet sleeves, "How can I remember, but no matter how I think about it, your face is not worthy of being an emperor."

Liu Shu was not angry either, the two of them seemed to be chatting, "But I'm still the one, but Zhen Yi, even I don't know what I look like anymore." He raised his hand to touch his face, and the skin changed So many times, no one remembers what he looks like.

His body, in the dark imperial tomb that Zhenyi would never set foot in, rotted, maggoted, and finally turned into a bone.

He did a lot of evil, and his reputation was notorious. After his death, Wan Min poked his spine and scolded him. Those who remembered him hated him.

No one who loved him will miss him.

This is, the cycle of cause and effect, the wicked have their own grind.But he can't hold back anymore, he can only continue to be this villain.

I just hope that after this life is over, the people around me will occasionally... think of him.