When Rong Xuan heard the word "husband", it was as if a string in her mind suddenly snapped. Her thoughts went blank, and only the warm and soft touch on her lips became clearer and clearer.
All of a sudden, all the thoughts about going home and looking for my parents seemed like floating clouds in the sky, disappearing silently and being forgotten.
He didn't know how, but he was pulled off the carriage by Ji Fan, and was brought into Prince Yan's mansion by him.
It was not until the night deepened and the moon was high in the sky outside the window, Rong Xuan suddenly realized that he had arrived in Ji Fan's bedroom without knowing when. The man was leaning on the low couch, looking at him with a smile, his black hair quietly falling on his shoulders, he was wearing a white shirt, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was bright red, which made his face more clear and jade-like.
Like a demon, like a fairy.
In short, he is not the kind of person that should exist in this world.
Rong Xuan didn't know what was going on, and he cursed himself in his heart. He used to be a screenwriter in a film and television crew, and he had seen all kinds of beauties, but why did he get dizzy when someone called him husband? This was really not a good sign.
Ji Fan had a table of wine and food served, and then waved his hand to signal the servants to leave. Seeing Rong Xuan's expression changing and wondering what he was thinking, he stood up and walked to him and sat down, and asked in an unexplainable way, "Why, the wine and food in my house are not to Rong Xuan's liking?"
At this moment he has transformed into a young master again.
Rong Xuan was indeed hungry. After all, he had been fighting a lawsuit for a whole day and was quite exhausted. He picked up the chopsticks, looked at Ji Fan calmly, and said meaningfully: "I'm afraid this is the Pansi Cave. It will be difficult to get out once you get in."
Upon hearing this, Ji Fan leaned closer to him, his eyes smiling, and his voice was low, accidentally revealing a bit of possessiveness: "Now that you're in, naturally don't think about leaving."
Rong Xuan…
What else could Rong Xuan say? He could only eat in silence. If he continued talking, this topic would become embarrassing. He thought he didn't have the calmness of Liu Xiahui. If something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to stop it.
Seeing this, Ji Fan stopped teasing him on purpose, and watched Rong Xuan eat with his chin propped up, occasionally helping him pick up some food with his chopsticks. It was like a child who got a favorite toy and was afraid that it would be stolen or robbed, so he had to keep it under his eyes all the time.
The meal was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.
Finally, Ji Fan glanced at the sky outside and asked slowly, "Do you want to go back? If you do, I'll ask the driver to take you back."
He is good at using tricks and has many tricks. He is very good at playing hard to get. Rong Xuan looked out the window after hearing what he said, but he didn't follow the way. He suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, Your Highness."
After he finished speaking, he bowed and thanked him in a pretentious manner.
Seeing this, Ji Fan choked and finally stopped pretending. He changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and immediately stood up and said, "If you want to go back, you can walk back by yourself. The coachman in my house is old and his eyes are dim. He can't walk at night."
Rong Xuan knew that he couldn't help teasing. Seeing Ji Fan with his back to him, he couldn't help but walk up to him and ask, "The driver is old and his eyesight is dim, but Your Highness shouldn't be too old and his eyesight is dim, right?"
Ji Fan glanced at him and said, "Why, do you still want me to help you drive the carriage?"
Rong Xuan liked to see him lose his temper, so he hugged Ji Fan from behind and laughed, his chest shaking: "How can I bear to let Your Highness drive the carriage? It's dark and the road is steep. I'm timid and don't dare to go home alone. Please be kind enough to take me in for one night."
Ji Fan tilted his head to look at him, and couldn't help curling his lips. His nose was close to Rong Xuan's, and their lips almost touched when they spoke. He raised his eyebrows lightly: "You wanted to keep it yourself, I didn't ask you to keep it."
Rong Xuan burst out laughing when he heard this: "Yes, yes, yes, I was the one who cried and begged to stay in the mansion, Your Highness didn't force me to stay."
He is knowledgeable and interesting, and he can always make people happy. Ji Fan remembered something when he heard this, and suddenly turned around to face him: "... Rong Xuan, do you also coax others in the same way?"
Rong Xuan raised his eyebrows, not understanding why: "What are you trying to say?"
Ji Fan clasped his belt with his fingertips and pulled it towards him. He raised his chin slightly and asked word by word, "Have you ever coaxed others like you coaxed me?"
It's not a good thing if the person you like is too smooth-talking, it will inevitably make people suspect that he is a playboy. But Ji Fan couldn't bear to see Rong Xuan being nice to anyone other than himself.
Rong Xuan thought about it seriously and shook his head: "No."
Really never...
Although he had told many lies in his life, nine out of ten were false. But when he told Ji Fan, nine out of ten were true, and the remaining one also concealed a little joy.
Ji Fan believed it, just like a poisonous snake retracting its fangs, a beast retracting its claws, and suddenly became docile. He slowly lowered his eyes, kissed Rong Xuan lightly, and seemed to sigh in his words: "Rong Xuan, if I were really just the silly wife you picked up, how great it would be..."
No longer a crown prince, nor an emperor.
Ji Fan's cool fingertips gently stroked Rong Xuan's face, and he felt a little disappointed: "If you had been braver at the beginning, you would have been my real husband long ago..."
Rong Xuan held his hand and asked with a smile, "Then I really have become a filthy person, right?"
What did Ji Fan, who had lost his memory at that time, know? He didn't know his name, where he lived, or who he loved. No matter how much Rong Xuan loved beauties and how shameless he was, he would not deceive someone as ignorant as a blank sheet of paper.
Although I was moved, I could only retreat step by step.
Ji Fan looked at him deeply after hearing this, then slowly stepped back and pulled Rong Xuan to the bedside step by step: "You are a filthy person to begin with, how could you be fake?"
Behind him was the bed. Rong Xuan didn't know what Ji Fan had done, he only saw the lights in the room suddenly dim, and then he was pushed onto the soft bed, with a body with a cold pine scent in his arms.
In the darkness, Rong Xuan couldn't see Ji Fan's face clearly, so he could only follow his man's instincts, and rolled over to press the other person under him, kissing him intensively. Lips against lips, tongues against tongues, making ambiguous sounds and pulling out silver threads.
Ji Fan responded with a muffled groan, his lips seemed to be painted with rouge, and even the narrow corners of his eyes were tinged with a hint of red. His voice was broken, but it was also full of seductive sweetness: "Husband..."
Qingzi can't stand being teased.
Ji Fan unconsciously wrapped her arms around Rong Xuan's neck, her black hair scattered on the pillow, like an immortal stained with love, suddenly falling into the dust, her voice was like a low cry: "Husband..."
Each cry melts people's hearts.
Rong Xuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and held the person tightly in his arms. He did nothing but said two words in a hoarse voice: "Go to sleep."
It's not the right time yet.
He respected Ji Fan in his heart and didn't want to take him away so easily...
Ji Fan's body froze when he heard this, and it took a long time for him to slowly relax. He seemed to understand something, and groped Rong Xuan's cheek in the dark, and then stopped moving. This simple action inexplicably showed some cherishment: "Rong Xuan..."
Ji Fan closed his eyes and whispered in the surging night: "You are the first person who respects me, Ji Fan."
Not for his status as the crown prince, nor for the power behind him, but just for him as a person.
When he was young, he was oppressed and looked down upon in the palace. He was taken hostage by the Zhou Dynasty and was ordered to kneel and march into the capital. Ji Fan had been humiliated too much in his life and had become cold and numb. Back then, Xuanyuan Qing helped him but did not respect him. Only Rong Xuan…
Only Rong Xuan.
The black level quietly dropped to 50
Then Rong Xuan suddenly realized that the man in front of him actually asked for very little, so little that it even made people feel pitiful, and he was not worthy of the demeanor of a prince of a country.
Rong Xuan hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately on the ear: "I respect you because I like you, do you understand?"
Ji Fan didn't say anything, and felt his eyes sore for some reason, even though Rong Xuan didn't do anything, just hugged him quietly. After a long time, he nodded and buried his face in Rong Xuan's arms silently.
Rong Xuan patted his back gently: "Go to sleep."
Ji Fan likes quietness, so he never leaves any guards in the courtyard. At least there was Yan Fengchen guarding it in the past, but now it is truly quiet.
The clock was about to run out, and before they knew it, it was already the second half of the night. Ji Fan fell asleep, which was rare, but Rong Xuan was not sleepy at all. He looked down at the person in his arms in the moonlight, then got out of bed quietly, walked to the tea table, poured himself a glass of water, and looked at the moon outside the window in a trance.
The system rarely appeared, and the light on it was so bright that it even brightened up half of the room. Just by looking at Rong Xuan's thoughtful expression, it knew that its points for this mission would be greatly reduced.
The system quietly flew behind Rong Xuan and asked in a low voice with some confusion: Why do you all like to be with bad guys
"Bad guy?"
Rong Xuan was stunned for a moment before he realized that the system was referring to villains. He couldn't help but smile and explained seriously: "Many of them are not born bad. If they were not bad, it would be difficult for them to survive in this world."
The system didn't understand and shook its body: Humph, you humans who say one thing and think another, you say you don't want to find a partner, but in the end you all fall in love with the target of the mission.
Rong Xuan took a sip of tea: "People will change..."
I don't know if it's because he was sold by his parents when he was young, which led to his twisted mind. He has no expectations for marriage, but hates it. Rong Xuan said before that he didn't want to get married, because he knew very well that his love for those beauties was just a whim, and he would forget about them soon, and it had nothing to do with the word "like". He even felt that all marriages in the world were false, and there was no true love.
Therefore, Zhao Su, as the protagonist of Rong Xuan's works, also carries Rong Xuan's crooked thoughts in a sense. He has never been interested in love between men and women, and has always been concerned about his country and the people.
But Rong Xuan felt that there should be a lovelorn person in the world, so he wrote Ji Fan. She was the most reserved and affectionate character in his works, but also the one who had the worst ending.
He knew that he was scheming, and he felt sorry for his illness.
He sighed that he was out of his mind, and he pitied him for his misplaced love...
Rong Xuan stroked the cup in his hand, and finally smiled to himself, and whispered to the system: "He may not be a good person, but I still want him to have a good ending..."
Rong Xuan wanted Ji Fan to have a good ending, so that he would not die as in the original novel, and he had already decided to protect him and make his life smooth.
Rong Xuan had never had this feeling towards anyone before, so he knew that Ji Fan was a special person to him. Special and heart-moving, that was enough.
Rong Xuan: "A person's life is very long, with countless scenes and years. I am a cold-hearted person, and maybe not affectionate enough, but there is still a long time to come, and it will become deeper and deeper."
He is like a lost person who has found his direction. All he needs to do for the rest of his life is to keep moving forward. Time will give the answer.
For the first time, the system began to think about human emotions: How do you know if you like someone
Rong Xuan thought for a moment and gave a vague answer: "When you write a book and become an author in the future, but are willing to overturn all your previous writing traces for one of the characters, then it is probably love..."
He had been away for too long, and the bedside was empty. When Ji Fan woke up in the middle of the night, he felt nothing and frowned. He subconsciously sat up and called out, "Rong Xuan?"
Rong Xuan put down the teacup after hearing this and walked to the bedside and sat down: "What do you want your husband to do?"
Seeing that he was still there, Ji Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, slowly rested his head on Rong Xuan's knees, and murmured to himself: "I thought you were gone..."
Rong Xuan touched his face and asked, "What will happen to you if I leave?"
"You can't leave."
Ji Fan was unexpectedly calm. He closed his eyes, held Rong Xuan's hand, and gently rubbed it on his knee. His tone was inexplicably chilly: "I will lock you up, and you can't go anywhere."
Rong Xuan smiled and said, "You'd better lock me up forever."
He threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed, holding her in his arms again: "Okay, go to sleep, it's almost dawn."
Rong Xuan stayed in the Prince of Yan's mansion for one night and left early the next morning. He was worried about the crowds and eyes, so he deliberately chose to leave at dawn. The streets were empty, except for the occasional smoke rising from a few houses, and no civilians were seen.
Rong Xuan was sitting in the carriage, counting the time with his hands out of boredom, and found that it was the wedding day of Princess Yannian and Yan Fengchen. Why not go back and follow Ji Fan to join in the fun, and learn from the experience in advance.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that there was a beggar following behind his carriage. The driver of the Prince Yan's mansion seemed to notice it, but he didn't think much of it. After all, those beggars usually liked to walk around the streets, so it was nothing unusual.
"Drive!"
The driver finally stopped the carriage in front of the gate of the villa, opened the curtain and said to the inside: "Master Rong, we have arrived."
Hearing this, Rong Xuan stepped down from the carriage and threw a tael of silver to him: "Thank you."
The driver was so happy that he stuffed the silver into his sleeves and said to Rong Xuan, "You are too polite, sir. I am here to escort you home on the orders of my master. If you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave now."
Rong Xuan nodded: "Go ahead."
Seeing this, the coachman waved his whip and drove the carriage away.
Rong Xuan turned around and was about to enter the door, but just as he stepped onto the first step, a dark shadow suddenly flew over from the corner of his eye. He subconsciously dodged it, but saw a ragged beggar slumped to the ground, and hissed in his heart:
Could this person be here to commit fraud
There was no surveillance in ancient times, so he couldn't afford to be blackmailed.
Rong Xuan glanced at the beggar and was about to rush in, but the beggar suddenly came over and hugged his thighs, saying, "Sir! Kind-hearted man! Please give me a few coins. I haven't eaten for two days. I have an eighty-year-old mother and many children who are crying for food. Please be kind!"
Rong Xuan knew he was lying as soon as he heard it: "You are no more than twenty, how can you say your mother is eighty years old? Your mother was sixty when she gave birth to you? Let go!"
But the beggar refused to let go, as if he was determined to keep it. Rong Xuan couldn't just use force, so seeing that his clothes were stained with several black handprints, he took out a few coins from his sleeve and handed them to him.
"Take the money and leave quickly."
Seeing this, the beggar took the silver, kowtowed to him, and in a panic stuffed a heavy brocade bag into Rong Xuan's arms, then turned around and ran into the alley.
"Hey! Your stuff!"
Rong Xuan chased after him for two steps but failed to catch up. He subconsciously looked down at the brocade bag in his arms and found that it was of fine texture, not like a beggar's. He was extremely curious and frowned when he opened it. He saw that there was a ten-liang ingot of snowflake silver and a pile of bloodstained papers inside. His pupils shrank slightly.
It's really weird in broad daylight! How could a poor beggar come to give money
Rong Xuan's first reaction was to see if the silver was real. However, after checking it, he saw two big characters "Treasure Silver" engraved on it, and there was another line of inscription below:
One ingot of silver from Jingzhou Prefecture weighs ten taels.
Rong Xuan paused when he saw this, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion. Wasn't this the disaster relief money that the imperial court had allocated to Jingzhou but disappeared? !