Beauty is destined

Qiu Nai was sitting in the rickety bullock cart, with the sound of pattering rain in her ears. It was a rainy time recently, and the air after the rain was getting warmer every day.

Since the big tengu left that day, he has never appeared again, as if her encounter with him was just a dream. However, Qiu Nai was not panic, she knew that the big monster still had something left behind her. He will come back after all.

She caressed the Molan tea paper in her hand, which was still smelling of precious black incense, with a kind of reserved elegance, but underneath it was gentleness.

This piece of paper was sent by Prince Dunren. Although the words and sentences are elegant and reflect the nobility's wording norms everywhere, she still sees the shy Yongquan from this thin piece of paper. His Highness looked terrified.

This is probably the first time he has sent a love song to a woman, and the slight creases on the edge of the paper completely betrayed his conflicted and tense mood.

It rained harder and harder.

In the misty rain and mist, a woman wearing a ruffle-colored pot attire and a city girl's hat pushed aside the water vapor and approached slowly. The city girl's hat was surrounded by a circle of white gauze, making her face look like a moon in the water and a flower in a mirror. , but the more you can't see clearly, the more people want to see clearly.

Yongquan's heart was beating violently, and before he had time to think, his body stepped out of the gazebo first.

The cold rain slapped on his face, waking him up from that dazed state, and the ethereal beauty who looked like a mountain demon tree spirit finally came before her, but her attitude was like the color of her clothes. Just as cool.

The hem of the clothes brushed against his monk robe, and the illusion of calm he worked so hard to maintain was also cracked inch by inch.

He turned his head immediately, the water in the vine-colored eyes shook violently, he retracted the hand he wanted to reach out, and firmly held the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Hold... sorry," his voice was softer than Luo Hua's, "I was too rude, as a monk, I did such a thing."

Yongquan lowered his head, his overly long hair covered his eyes.

Qiu Nai shook her head, pinched the white gauze around the city girl's hat with her fingers and gently lifted it up, as if a gust of wind had blown away the mist, and the beauty as bright as spring finally revealed her true face.

"I'm really glad you could invite me here."

He couldn't help showing shy joy, but what she said next seemed to leave him alone in the rain, making his whole body chill.

"It's just... I have an unfeeling request, can you return the poem note I left behind?"

Seemingly feeling that her request was very rude, Qiu Nai bit her lower lip lightly, a slight blush steamed on her cheeks, her eyes shifted, avoiding his lost sight.

"I am Yizi of the verandah. With your noble character, you may have never heard of the oath I made," she raised her head again, her eyes were clear, and she looked even more pitiful and lovely because of a trace of tender nostalgia. , "Because of him, I swear I will never give a poem to others."

It was the first time in his life that a woman who had a crush on her actually said such words of refusal to her. Yongquan just felt that this rainy day was too cold, so he stuck his fingers into his sleeves stiffly, and said softly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault." , I took this thing myself without asking."

At that time, he saw this poem in the pavilion, which described the emotion he wanted to express by the sound of his flute. Who came here and eagerly wrote a love song and delivered it to her.

"This was originally written for you." Qiu Nai said.

However, he couldn't keep it.

Yongquan took out the piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it back to her slowly, his fingers were too hard and even left deep creases on the paper.

Qiu Nai's white fingertips tapped the paper lightly, and took the paper gracefully like a butterfly picking flowers.

Yongquan's eyes dimmed completely, and he lowered his head in frustration.

"hiss--"

The sound of paper being torn rang in his ears, he raised his head abruptly, and stared blankly at her as he tore the delicate piece of paper into pieces, then scattered it in the air, and the snowflake-like debris fell together with the rain. into the waterfall.

"you……"

"I told you, this is for you." Qiu Nai rubbed her fingers against the peak of her lips, put her index finger on her lips, and showed him a gentle and sly smile, "Since you can't keep it, I I don’t want others to see it, so it’s better to destroy it.”

His heart beat more violently.

She stretched out her hand to him, and those white palms were pressed against his heart, but the expression on her face was very calm, as if she didn't notice how much trouble her intimate behavior had caused him.

"I believe it has been imprinted on your heart, hasn't it?"

Her eyes seemed to be occupied by a blue beast. It was obvious that her expression was as gentle as water, but her eyes were so intense that he almost couldn't breathe.

In the eyes of Akina Fujiwara, the emperor's younger brother, Yongquan, was like a mimosa, his face quickly flushed, his eyes widened in surprise, and the water in his eyes was about to overflow in the next moment up.

It must be a shy male in the room, especially a member of the royal family, which is rare in this era, and I am really lucky.

Qiu Nai's understanding of the man's mind couldn't be more thorough. She watched his emotion grow stronger, but she took her hand back.

"Sorry." She turned sideways, as if preparing to leave.

He squeezed the prayer beads in his hand tightly, and at the moment she passed him, he suddenly said in an almost pleading voice: "Wait a minute...can you listen to my music again?"

Not only did this prince not have the arrogance of ordinary noble heirs, but his temperament was even softer than ordinary people, so he couldn't blame Minister Zuo for actually targeting him.

Qiu Nai turned around again, her eyes were bent, and that sweet smile almost penetrated into his heart.

"It's my pleasure."

Yongquan took out the piccolo and played it with downcast eyes, while Qiu Nai stood quietly at the side, silently watching him playing, but his eyes seemed to sink into the artistic conception of his music.

In fact, although Akina can sing opera and even play shamisen and other musical instruments, her understanding of music is only average. She is not a genius. , Compared with everyone, it is really far behind.

However, although she can only vaguely understand the scenes depicted in his flute, this does not prevent her from understanding his emotions from his expression, maybe her skill points are all in these messy places Yes, but it was precisely because of this kind of understanding and the gentle sympathy on his face that Yongquan regarded her as a confidant even more, and his restless heart became more and more unbearable.

Yongquan didn't even know when he returned to the room. It was already late at night, but he didn't even dare to fall asleep. It seemed that as soon as he closed his eyes, her bright and charming face would appear in front of him, like a pearl. Tears overflowed from her icy blue eyes, making his heart feel even more empty.

He had never felt so lonely and sleepless at night.

There was a light outside the door, and it seemed like a flash of lightning.

"Boom boom boom——"

Someone is knocking on the door.

With extravagant hopes in his heart, he opened the door, and a cold body suddenly fell into his arms. The candlestick he held in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the candle wick fell into the candle tears, making a slight "pop" With a bang, the room returned to darkness.

The sound of his own heartbeat was buzzing in his ears, which was actually louder than thunder.

At the turn of spring and summer, the clothes gradually began to become thinner. She didn't know how long she had been outside, and her body was so cold. However, the two of them just touched each other for a while, and the skin-to-skin contact gradually became hot.

His lower abdomen also seemed to be set on fire, getting hotter and dryer.

"The rainy night is cold, have you never been lonely here alone?" Her soft and hoarse voice was like a little snake, trying hard to get into his heart.

"During the day, I heard your flute, you are so lonely, I want to be with you."

She raised her head, her smooth hair slid across the back of his hand, and there was another flash of lightning behind her. With this pale light, he could see her expression clearly. The corners of her eyes and Youyou's tear-stained face made it impossible for him to drive her out of the house on this rainy night.

It wasn't because he was lonely, but because she had unspeakable misery in her heart, which made her come to look for him regardless of the night and the heavy rain... Perhaps it was the feeling of sympathy that made his throat tight, and the fire in his stomach continued... He jumped up, his heart was aching for her.

"Are you okay?" His palm gently stroked her cheek, "I saw that you were crying again... Did something bad happen?"

His gentle voice made her want to make him cry.

He didn't hear her answer, and he couldn't see her expression clearly, so he rubbed his hands eagerly on her face, and kept asking: "Can I help you solve it? Can't you tell me?"

Perhaps it was because she thought that the hearts of the two were still far apart, so she refused to reveal her true thoughts in front of him. Yongquan was like a blade of grass beaten by frost, and suddenly withered.

Qiu Nai grabbed his monk's robe, put her head in his embrace filled with black fragrance, shook her head and said, "I just escaped from the corridor."

Of course he knew what kind of place it was, and that the women there usually couldn't escape for the rest of their lives.

"I don't want to...don't want to go back anymore." She said with tears in her voice, "Your Highness...can you take me in?"

Her hot tears wet his monk's robe, scalded his chest through the clothes, and seemed to have engraved a brand on his heart that could never be erased.

Yongquan has an inexplicable premonition—it seems that as soon as he agrees, he will be engraved with her name, and he will no longer be able to escape the blue beast in her eyes.

Obviously knowing that because of the identities of the two people, this love should not have arisen; knowing that this is a temple, a woman should not be hidden; clearly knowing...

He knew everything, but he just couldn't refuse her.

His eagerness to move could no longer be concealed——

"I want to hug you... can I?"

His cheeks were hot, and there was an embarrassment of taking advantage of others, and he even felt sorry for the monk robe he was wearing, but he really wanted to get closer to her...