The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

At night, the bright moon hangs brightly in the green courtyard.

Falling from the sky, a layer of white frost seemed to have fallen on the treetops in the courtyard.

Under the white frost, a figure stood unknown.

Lu Xingchuan wore a black cloak and stood under the tree, almost blending into the shadow of the tree, making it difficult for anyone to notice.

He didn't speak, and didn't let Bijuan report. From the moment he entered the yard, he was fascinated by the beautiful figure reflected in the window.

The courtyard was quiet, so the crackling sounds in the house seemed so clear.

Lu Xingchuan knew that she was settling scores again.

At first, when he came, he saw Yan'er sometimes drawing patterns under the lamp and sometimes calculating accounts on the abacus. The crackling sound made him feel quite comfortable.

It seems that that is what fireworks in the world should look like.

However, it is pleasant to hear this kind of abacus sound occasionally, but if it is heard too often, it will be like the trivial things in life, which can wipe out all passion.

Ever since her shabby shop opened, she had devoted herself to it.

Every time Lu Xingchuan came, in addition to enduring her calculations, he also had to wait for her.

At first he doted on her and actually waited by her side a few times.

But this happened once or twice, it was new, but if it happened more times, it was just playing hard to get.

Finally some time ago, they had a dispute.

Lu Xingchuan still remembers her expression.

Cold, calm and polite.

She said: "I won't be free tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I have my own affairs to be busy with. I hope Your Highness will understand that if you are short of people in your room, you can take over a few more concubines and go to someone else to relieve yourself."

She had something to do, but it was just a shabby shop, but it was more important than him.

Lu Xingchuan was so angry that he laughed, "Su Jinyan, do you think this king has to be you?"

Jin Yan was very calm, "No, civilian girls have never thought that they are special. As you said, you are the prince, and there are many women. Civilian girls are neither from aristocratic families nor stunningly beautiful. They are just your temporary possession." It's just a romance, all women know it and don't think much about it."

Folk girl?

Ever since the two of them got together, Jinyan always called herself me in front of him.

Lu Xingchuan thought it was a good call at the time. He didn't like to be called concubine, daughter of the people, slave, etc. He just liked the simple and straightforward title of Jinyan.

Today she calls herself a folk girl, which is exactly what he calls her.

He was already angry, but he still restrained himself and gave her the last chance, "Yan'er, I don't want to play hard to get."

"This king likes you because of your enthusiasm and straightforwardness. If you are playing tricks on me, there is no need."

"The position that I promised you in the future will be given to you when the time comes. If you can't wait, I can bring you closer to the house now, but don't think of using any means to tie me down."

Play hard to get, play tricks...

It turns out that in his eyes, he is quite capable.

Jinyan's clothes were torn up by him, but she didn't look embarrassed.

He slowly put his clothes in order and said slowly, "I'm not playing tricks, and I never wanted to get anything from you."

"I also said at the time that one day when we get tired of it, anyone can leave and break up. You are not responsible for the people's daughter, and you don't have to regard the people's daughter as the woman in your backyard. As for the position you promised, the people's daughter will The woman never said she wanted it."

"From the beginning to the end, the daughter of the people knew very well that the relationship between us was just a casual romance, and it would end soon. Besides, you never took it seriously, right?"

"Now whether you are tired or think I am disappointing, you can leave. The daughter of the people has no complaints."

"Of course, after saying this, if you still feel that I am playing hard to get and playing tricks on you, then the civilian girl has nothing to say."

After Lu Xingchuan finished listening, there was a moment of silence. The room was so quiet that it was oppressive.

He looked into Jin Yan's eyes, and Jin Yan didn't shy away.

When their eyes met, Lu Xingchuan saw that she was even more heartless than him.

In the end, he said nothing and left.

Because he could see that what she said was true, not a joke, nor was she using tricks.

After Jinyan got together with him, she did say she didn't want anything.

She once said that she would welcome him when he came. If he didn't come, she would go about her own business and not care about him.

But Lu Xingchuan thought at the time that she was saying something sarcastic and hinting at something to him.

After all, how could a woman give up her virginity for nothing?

But now, she said this again, and Lu Xingchuan finally believed her.

Lu Xingchuan was very depressed because he had never met such a woman.

You don't want all the glory and wealth, but you want to give him up for a small shop?

It seems that he is very cheap and can't compare to a shop.

He was unwilling, extremely unwilling. The moment he stepped out of the door, he couldn't help but turn around and say, "Don't regret it."

Whenever she hesitates at this time, or tries to persuade him to stay, Lu Xingchuan will still give her some advice.

But she responded with two words simply, "No regrets."

Lu Xingchuan flicked his sleeves and left directly.

Okay, you have the guts!

The romantic nobleman experienced rejection for the first time.

His anger was so intense that he returned to the palace that night and favored a concubine.

The concubine was much more enthusiastic than she was, and she didn't dare to neglect her at all. No matter how hard he tried, she would always cater to him, and she wasn't as squeamish and unbearable as she was.

He thought proudly at that time, look, what kind of woman does this king want? Jin Yan is the one who is spoiled by him.

You are so used to it that you dare to challenge him, saying that anyone can leave when they get tired of it?

What do you think of him?

Are you treating yourself as a man who can be played around with at will?

This thought flashed across his mind, making him even more angry. It lingered in his mind for three days and did not subside.

In the past three days, Lu Xingchuan favored several concubines who had been vacant for a long time.

The girls, who had been idle for too long, thought that the prince had finally reached his estrus, and began to approach him.

Today one said he had learned a little song, and tomorrow he brought snacks, and the day after tomorrow another said he had learned a dance for him to watch. They all tried their best to attract him.

But Lu Xingchuan's temperament has faded.

People may always be like this, only what they can't get, or what they lose after getting it, will make people miss it.

When Lu Xingchuan looked at their charming faces, he would think of Jin Yan.

She never smiled coquettishly.

When teased by him, I will blush and be shy, but I will not hide.

That kind of frankness always made him feel like it was a different kind of seduction.

At night, when Lu Xingchuan watched them trying their best to cater to and retain her in bed, he would also think of Jin Yan.

She won't be like this, she will tell her true feelings.

She would push him when she was tired, bite him when she was in pain, and complain about him for a long time, but in the end, she would still indulge him and sink with him.

Lu Xingchuan had to admit that some of the love affairs that made his scalp numb were all caused by Yan'er.

Yan'er can't sing, dance, or make snacks. She can only embroider handkerchiefs and clothes for him, and embroider his sleeves with delicate soaring cloud patterns.

She would give him a massage when she was tired, never ask him where he was going, never ask if he loved her, never ask how many concubines he had in his house, and never get jealous.

She really doesn't talk much and is not noisy. She likes embroidery the most.

Before that shabby shop opened, every time Lu Xingchuan opened the door, all he saw was her gentle look embroidering.

Or in the yard in the afternoon, or under the candlelight in the house.

Or in the early morning, he stayed at her place and just woke up, while she sat by the window, quietly embroidering.

The thin golden light fell on her forehead and between her nose, making her profile soft and gentle.

He couldn't help but look a little longer.

Her hands were very skillful, and when she shuttled the needle and thread, he felt as elegant as those talented women painting.

Sometimes she was so focused that she didn't notice that she was awake or coming.

When he finds out, he will often respond with a smile that he cannot forget.