The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

The corners of Wen Jin's lips trembled and her eyes turned red. She hated herself for being useless and not being able to stay by her side when she was in the most pain.

"Are you going to cry?" Yan Qing frowned, looking at him becoming more and more controlling, "Wen Jin, am I too gentle to you?"

Wen Jin raised his eyes slightly, and the deep pain in his eyes fell into Yan Qing's eyes, making him tremble for a moment.

She sighed softly: "Okay, it's all over."

Wen Jin shook his head, unable to pass.

He couldn't convince himself that those things were in the past. He only knew that while he was chatting and laughing with the court officials, she was suffering from severe poisonous torture in Suzaku City, and was tortured to the point where life was worse than death.

Don't think too much about other things, just this, it cuts him like a knife.

How can we treat it as passing?

"Wen Jin." Yan Qing frowned and stretched out his hand to lift his chin, "I remember telling you before that dwelling on the bad things of the past is a cowardly behavior."

Wen Jin looked at her silently.

"What do you want?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "Can you erase everything that happened in the past? Or do you want to turn back time so that everything doesn't happen again?"

Wen Jin was stunned: "What if... what if time can really go back?"

"Going back in time may change some things, but some things cannot be changed." Yan Qing pointed to his arm, "For example, if you don't experience it yourself, how can you use the poison so well that you can't prevent it? ? How to know what kind of poison can make life worse than death? "

Wen Jin took a deep breath: "I can bear it for you."

Yan Qing was silent.

As soon as Wen Jin finished speaking, he realized how ridiculous what he said was ridiculous.

No one in the palace trusts him anymore, so how could he be allowed to bear all this?

The poison is in her own hands, so she can be safe.

Wen Jin fell into a sad mood again.

Yan Qing was impatient and couldn't speak, so she directly moved her foot and kicked him far away: "Stay away from me. Don't bring your life-threatening emotions to me."

Wen Jin was kicked to the ground by her kick. Listening to these words, Wen Jin was in a daze for a while before he stood up again.

"I will follow you every step of the way from now on." He whispered, "I will never leave for a moment."

"Really?" Yan Qing sneered, "From now on, you will take me with you when going to the toilet and bathing."

Wen Jin's expression froze: "That's not what I meant."

"You know what I hate, so you'd better stop showing the expression that I'm seriously ill." Yan Qing frowned, "Otherwise, stay away from me and don't bother me."

Wen Jin knew that he needed to adjust.

The thing has passed, and he can be sad and hurt, but it has passed, and no matter how painful he is, he can't undo that torturous time.

He should adjust his attitude and let the palace open every day in the future.

He was silent for a while and then said, "I'm going to make some tea for you."

Yan Qing hummed.

So Wen Jin got up and left, walking on the winding corridor. He was slightly distracted and couldn't help thinking that since the palace was willing to let him know the past, did it mean that she had begun to trust him? Even just a little bit.

A little hope appeared in Wen Jin's head. Even if it was only a little bit, he would cherish it.

Although Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied, she did not embarrass Wen Jin this time, and obediently asked 그 to bring him the best tea leaves and tea sets. 뀞li knew that he was making tea for the palace, so she would not embarrass him.

"The piano is in the study. If you want to borrow it, go get it yourself." Ji Weiyu said coldly, and then added, "Forget it, I will ask you to send it to me later. No one wants to enter my study. Can get in.”

Wen Jin ignored him, took the tea leaves and tea sets, and turned back to the flower hall.

The maid brought her a stove and water.

Wen Jin began to cook tea for Yan Qing. Every move he made was calm and elegant. The tea was fragrant and peaceful.

The maid quickly brought the lyre.

Wen Jin lifted up his robe and sat on the floor, his slender fingers flexibly plucked the strings, and the ethereal and sweet piano sounds flowed out from his fingertips, like the sound of nature.

Yan Qing was holding a teacup in her hand, leaning on the railing with a relaxed and lazy posture, sipping tea and listening to the elegant and moving piano music.

Looking from a distance, it is really a beautiful and harmonious picture.

Ji Weiyu stood outside the garden, watching this scene from a distance, and kept kicking the railing in anger.

"Although the buildings of Prince Feng's Mansion are made of top-notch materials and are extremely strong, they should not be damaged by you like this." Langya lay on the ridge of the roof and spoke lazily, "Ji Weiyu, jealousy has changed you beyond recognition."

Ji Weiyu raised his head and stared at him coldly: "What do you know?"

That man used the tea sets and tea leaves in his palace to make tea for the palace to drink, played music for the palace to listen to on his piano, and used his things to please the palace. How could he not be jealous? ?

Ji Weiyu was indignant.

Obviously he can make tea and play the piano, and he's not bad looking either. He's still the prince of Chu. Why can't the palace treat him differently?

What's so good about Wen Jin?

"Tomorrow the palace will return to Suzaku City. I miss you so much." Langya raised his hands to cover his eyes. Although the morning light was soft, it was also dazzling. "But don't cry."

Ji Weiyu said coldly: "Go to hell."

Turning around and looking at the two people in the flower hall, Ji Weiyu couldn't help but turned around and left.

Langya sighed softly.

It's all because the princess shines too brightly, causing them to admire her so much. Who can not like a woman like the princess?

But she is destined not to belong to any one man. Only by being rational can she not be trapped by emotional pain.

Thinking of everything he has experienced in those three years, Langya couldn't help but sigh. There are many men with strong willpower in this world, but he always feels that the princess's willpower is so strong that even men are ashamed of themselves.

The sound of the piano is melodious and the fragrance of tea is curling in the flower hall.

Yan Qing quietly sipped tea and listened to the piano. Wen Jin seemed to have returned to the day in Suzaku City where he played the piano for her every day. There was no distraction and he was calm.

Time passed little by little, and the whole morning slowly disappeared in this quiet and silent atmosphere.