MTL - The Fugitive White Moonlight of a Powerful Minister-Chapter 35

  Chapter 35

  Why?

   There was already a small flame burning in Wen Ning's heart, and when the wind blew it, it immediately started a prairie fire.

  Why? !

In his previous life, he had no strength to catch his breath, and finally died of a miserable illness on the bed. In this life, in order to avoid him, he couldn't eat during the day and sleep at night. He gave up his reputation, his face, and now he gave up his money. , what about him?

   A leaf does not touch the body, the sleeves are breezy, and the blue clouds rise straight up.

  In the previous life, she pretended to be affectionate and obliged to her. This is not to drink flower wine when she should drink flower wine, and to go shopping in Goulan.

   Hypocrite, what a villain!

  Wen Ning rushed to her forehead with dry air, took a jug of wine from a passing young man, and poured two glasses into her mouth.

   After all, she lost face, so he shouldn't think about it!

Wang You entered the door and sat down near the two people just now, listening to the two continue to chat about the woman who was snatched by the bandits, the dream that had been forgotten gradually became clear, and even the name "Liu Lanzhi" appeared in his mind , as if in a dream, he already planned to write a pleading paper for her, and the draft has been drawn up.

  Just one of them smiled narrowly and said, "Then the eldest son of the Wen family has taken a fancy to that woman? He is in his twenties this year and hasn't married a wife yet, maybe he just has some unknown hobby."

   "What is the woman's name, Liu Lanzhi? She has a good name, and she must have a pretty face!"

  Wang You frowned slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and stopped listening.

   You Nuanxiang Yudie saw that Young Master Qingshan was alone, brought over wine, but was chased away by Wang Qinsheng before he got close, leaving only wine for Yinzi.

  Wang You had doubts in his heart, no matter how much it was, he poured his wine and lowered his eyes to meditate.

  If it was just a ridiculous dream, why would there be cases in it that are consistent with reality, even the names are the same. When Wen Lan came that night, did he really want him to write the pleading for Liu Lanzhi? But what happened in Yuntinglou that day, and Wang Qinsheng's legs...

  He took a wine glass and drank down his throat.

   Bizarre.

  He looked up and looked outside, and when the attendant who went to Jingzhao Mansion came back, he would know whether the case was really consistent with his dream. Before he looked back, he suddenly heard an exclamation: "Prince Wang?!"

"Prince! Didn't you say that you are already married? How can you come to this place?!" Wen Ning's voice was clear, a little surprised, a little sad, and she grabbed his arm when she came over, "You said you are already married , just lied to me, right?"

  In the place of Goulan, the two men immediately attracted everyone in the hall to look at each other.

The last time Wang You saw the men's clothing Wen Ning out of the basket outside the courtyard wall of the king's residence, it was an accident. It was even more unexpected to see her on this occasion, and she grabbed her when he wanted to withdraw Wen Ning didn't want Wen Ning to grasp her arm too hard, so he exerted a little effort to grab her, and directly pulled her to sit on the ground.

Wen Ning wished there would be more commotion, and she fell to the ground in pain so much that she was about to burst into tears, so she squeezed out a few tears, sat on the ground and shook Wang You's arm: "Zhuangyuanlang, Zhuangyuanlang, you and I were in the cloud that day. Listening to Lou Yin's poems is very happy, is it because you won the first prize that you don't recognize that friendship?"

  Everyone was already discussing, but when they heard the word "Zhuangyuanlang", the discussion became even more loud.

  In the past few days, no one in the capital does not know the number one scholar!

  The champion of Liuyuan and No. 1 is actually the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion who has been lost for many years. He is simply a character in a storybook!

   Such a big man doesn't come to the Tianxiang Pavilion, where the nobles love to go, but to the Goulan Courtyard, which is not on the table!

   I heard that the number one scholar in his twenties has never married a wife. This young man has a delicate skin and tender flesh, and a petite figure. This, this, this...

   "Let go." Wang You reprimanded in a low voice.

  Wen Ning just drank two glasses of wine to strengthen her courage, and now the wine is on the verge of getting stronger, she won't let it go! Her reputation is gone, so don't even try to keep his reputation!

   "The number one scholar!" Wen Ning dragged him and cried, "I really love the number one scholar! How can the number one scholar be so cruel, this young man in the Goulan courtyard can compare to me!"

  Wow—

  The discussion in the hall could not be suppressed.

  Wang Qinsheng was dumbfounded.

  Where did this little boy come from? What are you talking about in Yun Ting Lou? Could it be that his young master went to Yun Ting Lou's wing that day without even taking him with him, just to meet this young master?

  Could it be...Could it be...God, he doesn't believe it!

  Wen Ning saw that Wang You's whole face was heavy, not to mention how happy she was, didn't she pretend to be gentle and courteous? Isn't it pretending to be a bright moon and a cool breeze?

  He seems to have some cleanliness?

  Wen Ning wiped her tears by pulling his sleeve, and wanted to continue, but saw Wang You tugging on her sleeve, leaning down, gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice, "Don't you even want your boudoir reputation?"

   Boudoir reputation? No one here recognizes her as Wen Ning, but everyone recognizes him as the number one scholar!

  Oh, he is Pei You, there is always something in his words, he should be threatening her, if he doesn't restrain himself, he calls "Miss Wen", and everyone present knows who she is.

   "No, I don't want anything, I just want you, Mr. Wang!" Wen Ning cried louder and louder, and her words became more explicit.

   Barefoot is not afraid of shoes, but she is not afraid!

   If he has the ability, he will yell, anyway, she has no plan to marry in this life. He dared to shout that a woman in a boudoir, not only to catch her son-in-law, disguised herself as a man to buy drunk and complained in this place, it was shocking. The name Wen Ning has been imprinted on him ever since, and it can't be washed away. .

  Wang Qinsheng saw that his son's face was extremely ugly. It seemed that he had never seen his expression since he was a child. He recovered from the shock and planned to pull Wen Ning away.

  Wang You was one step ahead of him, instead grabbed Wen Ning's hand that was grabbing him, pulled her up, and walked straight out.

  Wen Ning was actually a little dizzy after drinking two glasses of wine, her cheeks were flushed, she was pulled by Wang You, and staggered to follow.

  Wang Qinsheng hurriedly followed, and when the few people outside Yichun Garden saw Wang Ye coming out, they also hurriedly followed, but they were all stopped by Wang Ye: "Wait here!"

   This was the first time that several people saw Wang You speak so harshly, they couldn't help but stop, and stopped Wang Qinsheng who was still about to follow.

  Night has fallen, many people have already lit up their lights, and the bustle of the night is about to start on Chang'an Avenue.

  But the capital has the most winding alleys and alleys. Wen Ning was dragged out of Yichun Garden, and when the cool breeze blew, it became much clearer. After clearing up, she felt that her wrist was in excruciating pain.

   "Take it easy, it hurts so much!" Wen Ning went to break his hand, touched the back of his hand and retracted.

  She doesn't want any skin-to-skin contact with him.

  Wang You dragged her to a secluded alley, and shook her off politely. Wen Ning almost fell to the ground, and managed to stabilize her figure by holding on to the bluestone bricks in the alley.

  Wang You held her hand behind his back, straightened his back, and looked down at him condescendingly, with a cold look in his eyes.

  Wen Ning supported the wall and looked up, seeing him pursing his lips, under the overturned moonlight, even the tiny sand mole on the bridge of his nose showed a coldness.

Ah.

  No longer installed?

  His brows and eyes hidden, domineering, Pei You, finally willing to take off that layer of gentle skin?

  (end of this chapter)