The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, and then looked at each other, pretending to be blind.
Sometimes it's better to be blind and deaf.
Yan Jun bent down in front of her and lowered her proud head. At this moment, she said softly, "Come up, let's go home."
It is impossible to say that there is no touch in my heart, but it is just a touch.
Fu Yue also leaned down, put the weight of her body on him completely, stretched out her white hands, hugged his neck, and asked with a smile: "I'm very heavy, can the prince do it?"
Yan Jun turned her eyes sideways, with a smile in her eyes.
"Doesn't Madam know?"
Fu Yue: "..."
He looked away as if nothing had happened, and Fu Yue didn't say anything.
Yan Jun chuckled lightly.
He was tall and slender, with her on his back, and walked forward step by step firmly, which made people feel an unspeakable sense of security.
Fu Yue suddenly called out to him.
"Yan Jun."
First and last name.
His steps paused for a moment, but he didn't look back, he just asked gently, "What's wrong?"
"Will you blame me?"
Her voice was ethereal, without any emotion.
"Won't."
There is no other redundant explanation, no reason for Fu Yue to ask this sentence, just simple, but firm and heavy words.
Won't.
"Chu Yunke, I will never let you down."
Fu Yue smiled, she hugged the man in front of her tightly, and pressed her cheek against his back lightly, with a light voice, as if the question she just asked was just a joke.
"The prince is so sure? There are so many women in the world, how can you be sure that you won't change your mind? Huh?"
Yan Jun's footsteps paused.
"Ma'am, don't worry. Before meeting Ma'am, Yan Jun never thought about who she would be with for the rest of her life."
"There will be no one else before, and there won't be any in the future."
The royal family of the Yan family has produced love from generation to generation.
The former emperor of Beiliang, Yan Jun's father, died of... martyrdom.
The death of a lover, the death of an emperor.
For one woman, she left the whole country behind and followed without hesitation.
After his death, no matter the flood.
**
Yan Jun didn't understand his father's deep affection. He once thought that he would never experience this kind of feeling in his whole life.
Just like his master Tianji once predicted that he would have a bumpy love life in this life, Yan Jun once sneered.
But now Yan Jun is shaken—
Unknowingly, his wife became more and more important in his heart.
Yan Jun also remembered what old man Tianji said more than once.
... The road to love is bumpy. If you insist on going your own way, you may not end well.
The young man's delicate and long eyebrows gradually frowned.
why
He can guarantee that he will live up to her for the rest of his life, and no messy woman will bother her.
He will treat her well.
For a lifetime, respect her and love her.
Yan Jun couldn't figure out what would go wrong between them.
Obviously, isn't it good that they are doing this now
Yan Jun is very sure that he will not change his mind.
So, could the problem be... her
This question lingered in Yan Jun's mind for a long time. After getting into the carriage and sitting down, he also fell into deep thought for a long time. Fu Yue called him several times before he came back to his senses.
Fu Yue's hand waved in front of his eyes.
"Yanjun? What's the matter, why are you so serious?"
The young man with picturesque eyes stared at her for several seconds, and suddenly asked.
"I'm thinking."
"Yun Ke, will you change your mind?"
Fu Yue: "... huh?"