lock heart

"Before he finished speaking, He Huan made a silent gesture to her.

He wanted to know Fu Chen's answer.

The maid felt strange and didn't ask any more questions. Looking at He Huan's expression, she felt that he seemed to be waiting for an ultimatum.

"When I saw him in the audience that day, I just thought it was pleasing to the eye, so I took him into the mansion. Later, when I saw his appearance after taking off the makeup, I was really moved," Fu Chen said slowly, "I once asked ten The fourth brother asked for advice on how to please others..."

Fu Ci let out a "ha": he actually said it by himself.

"'Give what you want, until you are satisfied.' He likes Go, so I play Go with him..."

The atmosphere sank again. Ever since the Fourth Prince's only son had his throat blocked by Fu Chen's son, no one dared to mention the word "chess" in front of him.

Fu Chen's aversion to Go is well known throughout the court. Compared with the game on the chessboard, he likes bloody fights.

"...he likes flowers, plants, water and trees, so I went to find..."

This, who is this person? !Is it King Feng Yi? !Is it Fu Shen? !

"But just last night..." Everyone noticed that his voice suddenly dropped.

"...He wants to run away with someone else...and protect that person in every possible way." Someone couldn't help but shudder—the coldness of this voice was simply a precursor to murder.

Fu Chen continued to say unhurriedly: "That's all, but he told me not long ago that he would not leave. The thing I hate the most in my life is being cheated."

Strange, no wonder that the actor was injured... Can he really rest and recuperate?

The emperor said: "Then why did you keep him in the house?"

Contradictory...

Fu Chen didn't rush, and replied: "His original intention was to escape and be with that person. If he let him go, wouldn't it be his wish? The world hates parting forever, but we can't see each other so close. This is the greatest. torture. The deepest wounds are never on the body, but on the heart.”

Not on the body... whose heart is it on?

Whose eyes dimmed and cooled down like fireworks, pulling the internal organs to ache together.

I didn't lie to you, it's just that you don't believe me.

For you, liking and believing are irrelevant?

This is your answer.

Fu Ci: "Huh? So, Seventh Brother, you don't like him anymore? No, no, now... you hate him?"

A fleeting killing intent flashed in Fu Chen's eyes, which was seen by the emperor.

He held up the tea cup indifferently, and took a sip of tea slowly: "Hate?"

The implication is more than hatred.

He Huan's face, which was originally pale due to blood loss, has turned pale.

Is the person in the front hall really Fu Chen?Is it really him who said that?

is that a lie?

"My lord, what's wrong with you?! What's wrong with you?!" The maid asked nervously.

He Huan opened his mouth but found that he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, so he subconsciously backed away step by step.

He touched the railing behind him and made a sound.

Prime Minister: "Am I getting old? Is there a sound in the back hall?"

Waiter: "Is anyone listening to our conversation?"

Fu Chen shook his head and said, "It's a cat."

"Cats?" Fu Ci was very straightforward, "Doesn't Brother Seven dislike cats?"

Third Prince: I really want to hit him, I really want to hit him with a teapot!Who are you with? !

Fu Chen stared at the face of the Fourteenth Prince for two seconds, and after extinguishing the curious light in Fu Ci's eyes, he said, "Because there are mice."

Oh, because there are mice.

Well there is a causal connection.

The third prince: "Let's stop talking about the sad things about the seventh brother, let's change the topic."

"Sad?" Fu Chen continued, "Why are you talking about being sad? As the Prime Minister said just now, Fu Chen just felt fresh on a whim. Actors are ruthless, and I have learned something from them today. The goodness of Long Yang will not last forever. Women are more suitable. Besides, Fu Chen won't be bothered by such unrefined things."

Originally, I thought it was too unbelievable that King Feng Yi was talking about love, but now hearing what I said, it really didn't happen.

It is inevitable for everyone to be on the spur of the moment, and it will be over when the excitement is over.

Afterwards, He Huan didn't listen to what they said, and just stood there blankly.

……

"It's getting late, we should go too." The emperor said.

Fu Chen stood up and wanted to send him off.

"Forget it, don't give it away, there are so many people together."

After hearing this, Fu Chen stopped and watched everyone walk out of Huayi.

"My lord, well, the food should be cold." The maid reminded.

He Huan came back to his senses and said softly, "Let's go."

When Fu Chen opened the curtain and entered the back hall, He Huan had already walked to the door leading to the back yard. Hearing the voice behind him, he only paused for a while without turning his head.

Later, only the right guard remained beside the Seventh Prince.

Later, the blood-stained suet white jade that had been hanging around the waist of the Seventh Prince since he returned from Beiyi disappeared.

"When you send the letter to Beiyi, take this jade with you and give it to the king of Beiyi."

Later, the Seventh Prince did not see the actor for a month, and only issued an order:

"Liu Hehuan is not allowed to step out of the heart-locking door."

Everyone said that Feng Yi was ruthless.

It is said that actors are ruthless.

The author has something to say: gossip group with ghosts in mind

Fuci Professional Pit Seventh Brother

☆, begging for cleverness

Hehuan remembered the conversation that night very clearly.

[You like him, don't you? ]

This is the first sentence of the man in black.

[Yes so what? ]

[He doesn't know now, and he won't know in the future. ]

[Why. ]

[Now that he has made great contributions, all the ministers in the court are staring at him. The emperor and the fourth prince are looking for an opportunity to charge him with crimes to relieve future worries.In this situation, he is not allowed to have any thoughts, nor is he allowed to have a weakness. ]

[Would I get in his way? ]

[Have you thought about it, if the emperor threatens him with you, what should he do? ]

[Even... if I don't let him know my thoughts, can he break his love? ]

[In contrast, it will be much easier to give up. ]

[With a character like his, he can't get what he wants. In the end, the only thing left is hatred for me. ]

[......]

[When he really breaks his love, if the emperor threatens him with me, then what will happen to me. }

[......]

[Will you die? ]

[......]

[But... in your opinion, my life is not as important as his, is it? ]

Soi Ying stopped talking, he didn't expect the other party to be so aggressive.

No normal person would be willing to do this, it's human nature.

Once you do this, you will undoubtedly leave the worst possibility for your future life.

After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly laughed, a little sadly.

But the tears were clearly not from laughter.

He looked at his smile silently, and he knew that he had succeeded.

The man said:

[you win.Because I happen to think that he is more important. ]

You can safely and boldly bet on everything about love, because it itself is a miracle with no logic at all and no rules to follow.

It can be the reason for everything in the world.

This is almost the consensus reached by all those who let go of love:

The loved one is the most important.

Later, Fu Chen repeatedly remembered the scene where he put his hand on Hehuan's throat.

As long as the fingers are a little hard, nothing can disturb his mind anymore.

It's that simple, the other party won't even resist.

But I just can't do it myself.

Normally, he can tell where a person's heart is.

But when it comes to his own "love", he is not good at it.

Judging from his years of experience in the world, everything should only be prepared for the worst.

What he is not good at, someone is good at.

It was the second time in his life that the Fourteenth Prince received invitations from his seventh brother, but in the end he still stuck upside down on his own in fear and trepidation.

This time it was good, the master didn't say a word, just listened to him talking about his love history.

From the first time I saw He Chunyuan's top card at the age of 12, one after another, all without reservation, until it comes to the process of entanglement with Princess Anhua recently.

It is simply a history book of invincibility and invincibility.

But the Seventh Prince was not satisfied.

There was no way, the Fourteenth Prince had no choice but to start talking about the history of blood and tears.

Basically - I like her, but she doesn't like me because she likes him.

"Go on."

Oh... so it turns out that Brother Seven wanted to hear jokes like this.

"I really hate that man..."

Well, I wish I could kill him.

"But I think, twisted melons are not sweet, and if she kills him, she will definitely hate me, and I'm not such an unreasonable person... I still have to follow along."

Fortunately, I didn't kill...

"I've always been nice to her, so nice that she gets used to me..."

How can I know if he is used to me...

"But then I found out that I still can't pass my level, and I still care about that man..."

laugh.Always mind.

"So, in the end I gave up."

give up?The Seventh Prince frowned: "Do you like her or not?"

The Fourteenth Prince tensed his nerves instantly: It's over, Brother Seven doesn't like the ending.

"In the end she knew I was good and returned to my arms hahahahaha..."

The Fourteenth Prince was kicked out of Fengyi Mansion before he finished laughing.

He Huan didn't know what day it was, but he was almost suffocated to death being trapped in this small...in fact, it wasn't too small yard. After a few days of thinking, he planned to sneak out.Because if I really disappeared, I don’t know what kind of madness Fu Chen will go, so while Fu Chen is not in the mansion for a few days, it shouldn’t be a big problem to go out and have a look before sneaking back. Anyway, no one dares to complain to Fu Chen, no one It's okay to find a crime for yourself.

It was just dark, and there was no one else in the yard.

There are five points for success, if it is not for the inflexibility of the right hand... I have practiced kung fu in an opera troupe since I was a child, and it is not a problem to climb over a wall of this height.

The guard on the left looked at him from the roof, and was about to stop him when he saw a figure outside the wall.He shook his head, looking at He Huan who was struggling to climb over the wall, feeling a little sympathetic.

Once, failed.Twice, failed.Three times, fail.

For the fifth time, he increased the strength of his right hand, which hurt, but succeeded.

The landing buffer was unstable, and was helped by a kind person.

"An appointment?" the kind-hearted man asked.

He Huan felt a chill when he heard the voice: It's over.Isn't he not in the house?

"It's no wonder, begging for a cleverness today." He thought of the letters he wrote to He Huan on his desk, which were not signed, but he knew [-]% of them were Dan Xian.

Um?Begging for a coincidence? !Oh my God, Liu Hehuan, you are too good at choosing a date, so why not explain it now.

"No appointment..." He replied feebly.

"so."

"Yes."

"kindness."

"Well, if I say, I plan to come back later, would you believe me?"

"..."

"Forget it, forget it, I know you don't believe it. Tell me what you plan to do." He Huan gave up on herself.

Fu Chen grabbed his wrist and walked forward, a little helplessly said: "Come with me."

--what happened?Shouldn't he be angry?

In fact, he would accept most of Fu Ci's words, and everything came in order.

All the way to the gate of Fengyi Mansion unimpeded.

So this is to take yourself out?

But at this moment, he remembered Sombra's words.

"I won't go out with you!"

Fu Chen also stopped, and looked back at He Huan in puzzlement: Obviously you wanted to go out.

"Because... because today is Qiqiao."

……

Fu Chen let go of his wrist.

Because it is begging for cleverness.

So don't go out with yourself.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and chuckled, then walked towards the mansion.

Hehuan saw his eyes.He never thought that this man would have a hurt expression, and that faint smile made people feel sad just by hearing it.

He Huan struggled for a while... Forget it, it's okay just this time!

"wait!"

Fu Chen turned his back to him and stopped.

"You are just afraid that I will be bored, so you take me out for a while, right?"

"..." Otherwise, what am I going to do when I come back.

"Just now I misunderstood so..." Nonsense.

"..."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you..."

"..."

"I now regret what I just said... Can you?"

okay?

Yeah?

The Seventh Prince was hit by this modal particle.

"Um... let's go."

The capital is bustling and brightly lit.

It was the first time for Hehuan to visit the capital, and he did not expect that the Qiqiao Festival would be so lively.

So a certain prince acted as a certain actor's "walking purse" by himself.

Candy Man's...

"This is so realistic!"

Qiandai bought a Tieguai plum and a Lu Dongbin.

selling masks...

"There are so many types, and the facial makeup is exactly the same as the one I drew before, look!"

Purse bought a Facebook mask.

Those who bought red paper...

"How is this kind of paper made? It's so beautiful."

Purse bought a stack.

The actor glanced at the silk buyer, and bought one in his purse, which happened to be the one the actor aimed at.

……

"You don't have to buy them all, I just have a look."

The money bag was unmoved, and said coldly: "I like it myself."

Well, what you like happens to be the same as what I like, what can you do with this kind of person?

Downstairs in Hechunyuan...Because he walked too fast, the money bag with a bunch of things didn't keep up.

"Young master, come on~ um~ come in~"

He Huan was pulled by several girls and couldn't get away: "Girl, don't...I won't..."

"Come on, come on, son~"

"I... really don't..." He Huan turned around and saw Fu Chen and hurriedly called for help: "Fu Chen!"

The girls heard the word "Fu Chen" and didn't realize who it was.

When the money bag came over, the girls let go of their hands quickly, and He Huan ran away quickly.

Seven princes!

When he returned triumphantly, all the people in the capital stood by the side of the road and watched him. Who wouldn't recognize him?

The purse continued to follow the actor.

That is the Seventh Prince...

Then, who is that young man?Could it be the prince?

Hehuan saw the bridge from a long distance.

The bridge is covered with red ribbons, and under the bridge are countless lanterns flowing along the river.

Ten miles of flowing light blends with golden water, and the lights are swaying.

The peach blossoms on the human face, the flowers fall on the bridge, and the fragrance lingers on its own.

There were so many people on the bridge that it was almost impossible to walk, and the banks of the river were full of men and women who put up lanterns.

"My lord, let's make a wish with the lantern!"

Hehuan shook his head.

Qiandai reacted this time and took the actor to a place.

Wanyuan Temple.

No matter how you look at it, Fu Chen doesn't look like a Buddhist believer.

"After entering, find the biggest tree and hang your wish on it," he added, "The taller the better."

"You're not going in?"

"I have too much killing karma."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?" Make trouble.

Squinting..."Can you run away?"

He Huan pouted: "You are amazing."

"Award."

After Acacia went in, he found that there were wishing sticks everywhere, on ropes, on trees, everywhere.

The biggest tree is easy to find, because it is really tall, several feet higher than the courtyard wall.

Fu Chen leaned against a tree outside Wanyuan Temple and waited.

"Word test."

Fu Chen glanced at the person who came, he was a man who was too old to be old, with a big white beard, but his eyes were still bright, and he was so thin that he looked like a fairy.

Seeing that Fu Chen ignored him, he was not in a hurry, he laid things out slowly, spread out the paper, ground it, and continued: "The person you are waiting for has nothing to do with you in this life, nor in the next life."

Fu Chen glanced at him again, and this time he felt very familiar.

"you are?"

"White-eyed wolf doesn't even remember the master's master."

Only then did Fu Chen gain patience, and explained: "Master Zu, you are so old." Who can remember.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember clearly, Master Qing Luo asked me to find you before he died."

"Master?"

"He's old enough to qualify."

It is qualified enough, but it is very strange to say this from an older and more qualified population.

"Your master is right, you really won't be sad at all because of his death," the old man dipped the pen in ink and handed it to Fu Chen: "write."

Fu Chen didn't understand that his master had lived to be more than 100 years old, so there was nothing to be sad about.

He took the pen and wrote a neat word on the white paper.

Sheng.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "The world is going to be chaotic..."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the vermilion pen and drew three circles on the word.

"One knife, one spear, one blood, one prosperity..."

"Master, Fu Chen will not rebel."

"If you don't want to rebel now, it doesn't mean you won't rebel in the future."

Fu Chen stopped arguing, but asked: "You said that I have no destiny with him in this life, what do you mean?"

The old man asked: "Whose blood do you think this 'blood' is?"

"..."

"It's the one you think of."

Hehuan asked for a lottery and wrote four words on the red lottery.

One stroke and one stroke, every word is pious.

Then hang the stick on the highest branch with a very long bamboo pole.

"Can't change it?"

"This is the fate of the day, and it cannot be changed."

"...I won't let anything happen to him."

The old man just shook his head.

"However, you did the right thing by bringing him to Wanyuan Temple today."

"how?"

"I know that you have nothing to do with him in this life and will have nothing to do with him in the next life, but the wish he made today in Wanyuan Temple has given you another possibility." The old man looked to the side, "He has come out, I should go. I have already done what I promised your master, and it really hurts Yangshou."

Hehuan saw Fu Chen at a glance.

Because the air around someone is too cold, there is only an empty space beside him among the dense crowd.

On the way back, the two of them only talked once, and for the first time, it was Fu Chen who spoke first.

"What wish did you make?"

There is another possibility that he can't think of.

"Don't tell you."

stare……

"You have the ability to stare at me. It's amazing. You can find it yourself. Guess which one of so many signatures was written by me."

For the first time, Fu Chen felt powerless in his heart...

How many people dare not even speak loudly to him, this person is not only talking back to himself here, but also playing a rascal.

He was the only one who yelled "Fu Chen" most naturally and smoothly, without any scruples.

When the servants of Fengyi's mansion saw Mr. Liu returning home with empty hands and the prince who was full of things in his own hands, they hurried up to take the things from the prince.

This picture is too unrealistic. There is actually someone in this world who can make the Seventh Prince who has a bad temper willingly work as a coolie. Mr. Liu, you are unfathomable!

The author has something to say: There will be an indescribable small theater in the next chapter XD

But it's more subtle... probably not even the minced meat

☆, the heaven and the earth are not the world