Chapter 340

340 love should laugh at me (3)

Mrs. Duanmu took off her cloak and showed a beautiful face. Just now she heard the affectionate "yu'er" of marquis Wu outside the door. She only felt that a tender heart almost wanted to speak in the "yu'er". Jun Hou remembers her, knows her name, and maybe even a little... Likes her. Her eyes were shy and hot. She looked at the tall and handsome figure in front of her. She only felt that this situation seemed to be in a dream.

If it was really a dream, Mrs. Duanmu sincerely begged that the dream would never wake up.

He Zhen's eyes did not stay on her for a moment, but looked at the flickering candle light, and his eyes were secretive. Half a ring, he gently breathed out: "you go out."

Mrs. Duanmu stared in horror, and her smile stiffened on her face.

Half a ring, she stiff hands wrapped the gorgeous big red star more tightly, as if she was afraid of the cold, and moved towards the door step by step.

Duanmu Cen bit his lower lip, as if the only way to stop the pain in the bottom of his eyes, but his tears still fell, rolling down his cheeks like beads, splashing a few water stains. After all, the heart was unwilling. Duanmu Cen turned back and looked at the tall and straight figure: "Jun Hou, what did I do wrong?"

He Zhen's eyes had been looking at the candle flickering with the wind. When he heard the speech, he turned his eyes and looked at her. It was only at this time that Duan Muchen looked at her since he entered the house. His eyes were slightly surprised, as if he was baffled by her sudden questioning.

Obviously, he had no impression of the woman in front of him. He didn't even know that Duan Muchen existed in his house.

Duanmu Cen also saw the expression on the face of Jun Hou through the candle. The Jun Hou in her memory is still the dignified and heroic young man with the unique spirit of the young man, which makes people happy when they see it. But the handsome man without a couple was frowning, and his eyes were deeply tired.

People will always be mature, and he can't stay in his youth forever. The young man with a galloping horse and a heroic posture is just a beautiful dream in her life. When you wake up, the shadow of the boy disappears.

Duan Mu Cen bit the corner of his lip and finally bowed down to he Zhen and said in a low voice, "please take care of yourself, my concubine... Goodbye."

He Zhen slightly turned his face and looked at her with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he was recalling who the woman was in front of him. Duan Mu Cen smiled bitterly and said faintly, "my mother's family is Duan mu of Yu Jun. my name is Duan Mu Cen and the small character yu'er. I entered Jun Hou's house three years ago."

He Zhen's eyes flashed an unexpected color. He casually spun a name of "yu'er". Unexpectedly, the small character of Duanmu happened to be yu'er. No wonder Duanmu Cen Fang's face showed a look of shame and timidity, and slowly turned to disappointment. Looking at Duanmu Cen's drooping eyes, he Zhen rarely moved a little compassion.

After staying in his house for three years, he can guess what kind of life a woman he hasn't even met will live. Those slave maids have always been those who hold high and trample low, and flatter and flatter. Mrs. Yu Wen has always done her best to flatter and flatter the beloved Mrs. Yao. For this woman who has been in the house for three years but has not even met him, I think she must have had a bad time.

Duan Muchen took a heavy step and moved out bit by bit. He Zhen's eyes swept the same thing in her arms. He couldn't help asking, "what are you holding“

Duan Mu Cen stopped when he heard the speech. Subconsciously, he held the things in his arms more tightly. He looked at the ground nervously and said slowly after half a sound: "it's my body... I'm idle and bored. I'm here to play."

He Zhen was curious for a moment, so he simply walked up to her and picked up the thing with his slender fingers. It turned out to be a white fox fur cloak. The stitches of the cloak were embroidered very carefully. It was obvious that the people who sewed the cloak had spent a lot of time. He Zhen was stunned when he looked at the fox fur cloak and said, "this is for me?"

Duan Muchen's face became more and more blushing like Rouge under the reflection of the candle. She hung her head low and said in a voice like a gnat: "my body... My craft is not good, which makes you laugh."

He Zhen was slightly distracted with the white fox fur cloak in his hand and said, "you haven't seen me since you entered the house. How do you know my size?"

Duan Muchen quietly raised his eyes and looked at he Zhen. Seeing that there was no sense of blame on him, he dared to say, "concubine... I was lucky to have seen you before I entered the house."

"It's on the horse farm outside Nancheng... At that time, the prince was still the son of the world..." Duan Muchen whispered. That's what made her love deeply. She would rather frame herself than marry others. She would rather enter his residence and be a concubine without name and division. She would rather stay alone in an empty house for three years.

At the beginning, she saw the brave young man on the horse and fell all her life. At that glance, she didn't know whether it was evil or fate.

He Zhen finally turned her eyes to Duan Muchen's face. She was dressed in the most common green silk and satin. Her long hair was just tied in a bun at the back of her head, which was far better than Mrs. Yao's gorgeous clothes and exquisite dress. In fact, she was not very tall, her skin was a little dark, and her teeth were not neat enough. She was just a Chinese figure. But her eyes were black and beautiful Bright, just like two full and moist purple grapes, it looks like that man.

He looked at Duan Mu Cen's eyes and was slightly distracted. From the woman's halting words, he had already guessed the cause and effect. Since his childhood, there are not a few women who admire and love him. He has never taken these women to heart, except that man.

But tonight, looking at those crystal clear eyes like purple grapes and thinking about the affection of the woman in front of him, he Zhen's lips couldn't help showing a bitter smile.

The woman he really loved deceived him without hesitation, and even ruthlessly wanted to take his life, just for the so-called "people in the world". In front of her, the woman was willing to live a hard life for him for three years. She didn't care whether she could get a little return. Even at the moment when she turned and left, she still didn't forget to ask "take care".

Do you really love someone and pay all your affection, you are destined to be trampled on by each other?

He Zhen compared the white fox fur cloak in his hand and said with a smile, "it fits well. Your hand is really clever."

Duan Mu Cen lowered his head in fear, and his face was a little shy: "Jun Hou Mu praised me. My craft is naturally inferior to that of the embroidery women in the house..."

In terms of craftsmanship, she can't compare with the embroidery mother in the house. But in terms of mind, no one can beat her.

Duan Mu Cen stood there blankly. It was clear that the monarch had let her out just now, but her feet were like roots, and she didn't want to move at all. Jun Hou's voice was so pleasant and her tone was so gentle that she was drunk. She would rather die and stand here and listen to him say more words with her.

The slender fingertip suddenly slipped slowly across her cheek, Duan Mu Cen was stunned, and then looked up in surprise. Jun Hou was looking at her with burning eyes, and his fingers gently twisted her chin.

He seemed to be looking at something, and Duanmu Cen hung his head nervously. My mother once taught her to be lively and active at this time, so as to make men think you are interesting. But Jun Hou's eyes looked over, which was enough to make her hands and feet soft, and she didn't have any strength. She could care whether she was lively or not.

She lowered her eyes and dared not look at him, but two red clouds flew up on her cheeks and flushed her face.

Jun Hou suddenly provoked her chin and forced her to look straight at him. Duanmu Cen wanted to leave his face shamefully, but he grabbed his chin. His low voice came from his ear: "look at me."

She looked at the past according to the words, but saw a strange emotion flash in the dark pupils of the monarch and Hou. He looked at the black, shining eyes and kissed them slowly.

Duanmu Cen's feet were like stepping on cotton wool. He just felt that his whole body was soft. Suddenly, the body was empty. Jun Hou picked her up and slowly put her on the bed.

Duanmu Cen was as happy as being in the sky, unaware of everything around him. In front of him, there was only this handsome and cold man, bent down slightly and slowly pulled off her clothes. He still kissed her, but the kiss only fell on her eyes. He kissed and looked deeply at Duan Mu Cen's bright eyes.

Duan Mu Cen was a little uneasy. She lay in bed for a long time, but Jun Hou didn't do anything else. He just kissed her eyes. He seemed to like her beautiful and flexible eyes very much. Duanmu Cen bit his teeth and slowly leaned over. His arm gently wrapped around his neck. His bright eyes looked at he Zhen with expectation and uneasiness.

The woman in front of me is so soft and gentle. She is much better than that person. He Zhen's lips stirred up a strange smile. He slowly kissed Mu Cen's eyes and said in a deep voice: "do you... Love me?"

Duan Mu Cen was already confused by his kiss. In front of him, Jun Hou was the one she had loved for many years. Even though she was more reserved and polite, she couldn't help but say in a hurry: "my body... My body is in this world, the only love is Jun Hou."

He Zhen stretched out a finger and pressed it on her lips to stop the rest of her words. The scenery in the hibiscus tent was beautiful, and the beauty gradually fell asleep, but he Zhen half leaned on the bed, feeling as if his heart was about to burst.

He leaned down, kissed the bright and beautiful eyes that were very similar to the man again, and said to the air, "I love you too."