Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2186

Yan Xingchen sighed lightly, "Master Lu, nothing can be forced."

Lu Sangyu turned away, a tear falling down her face. Her heart seemed empty. "Well, as long as that person is happy, I'm fine. Well...it's okay..."

Yes, as long as that person is happy, that's enough. Yan Xingchen cast his misty eyes into the distance for the last time...one more look, just one more look.

Her eyes were so greedy, as if she had taken in all the beautiful scenery of her life in one glance.

The man's figure was as tall as a solitary pine covered in snow, his profile carved with a cold, hard edge of gold by the sunlight. He remained upright, his sharp edge slightly subdued.

He actually smiled. The curve of his lips was like a silver blade being unsheathed, and the light that splashed out burned her heart.

In her eyes, he never smiled.

He was a beam of white moonlight on her chest, clear and cold, which disturbed her heart for half her life.

It turns out that the moonlight is even more enchanting than the scorching sun of spring.

Yan Xingchen quickly lowered his wide sleeves to cover his eyes, and his fingertips dug deep into his palms under the silk, using the stinging pain to hold back the tears that were about to burst in his eyes.

When he looked up again, his eyes were clear.

She knew that the man had never looked at her straight in the eye.

His mind and eyes were filled with the woman who had just asked him "Are the flowers beautiful?"

Some people have always mistakenly believed that she likes Prince Guizheng Xiao Zhi.

The middle volume of "Records of Mountains and Rivers of Beiyi" written by Yan Xingchen specifically records the footprints of Guizheng Wang Xiao Zhi in providing disaster relief and helping the people.

People only know that she was away from the capital for more than 400 days, and walked every route that Prince Guizheng had walked, working hard to promote the emperor's merits.

Little did she know that when she described each river, her fingertips were caressing the bluestone left by the man who waded through the water. When she examined the site of each former disaster shelter, her lips were reciting the shadow of the lamplight of the man who stayed awake all night.

Every place is engraved with that person's footprints.

What Yan Xingchen wrote in his hand was Prince Gui Zheng, but what he was thinking about in his heart was the white moonlight in his heart.

Even the retired emperor once asked her if she was willing to be the empress of Emperor Zhaowu.

She replied, "I will never refuse even if it means death."

Because if the groom is not the right one, it doesn't matter who she marries.

It is nothing more than carving a tombstone in one's heart. The inscription on the tombstone bears someone else's surname, while the grave contains one's own uncorrupted infatuation.

Yan Xingchen treated it as a government matter and responded to the words of the emperor.

Her heart can no longer accommodate others.

I seemed to recall that year, in the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms, the man picked up a pearl hairpin and pinned a stream of soft light like a flowing cloud into the princess's hair.

In the bustling city, the man stood in front of the old pot of roasted chestnuts holding the princess's fingertips, letting the heat turn her cheeks red.

He peeled off the charred shell, twisted the golden chestnut kernel between his fingers and handed it to him. The princess's smile was filled with honey, and with her backhand she pressed the brightly colored candied haws to his lips.

Yan Xingchen stared blankly across the crowd, his eyes blurred with tears.

I wish I could gouge out my eyes! Gouge out my heart! Gouge out this burning greed! Let my blood and bones turn to ash, in exchange for a moment of receiving that endless love.

That would be great.

It turns out that love is the most poisonous thing in the world. It makes you watch helplessly as what you have longed for all your life blossoms into a scorching peach blossom in the palm of someone else's hand.

Yan Xingchen sighed in his heart, Princess Haiyan, I envy you so much, you must be happy forever.