Chapter 151: That Kiss

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date="2020-12-22"

title="Chapter 151: That Kiss "

weight="113336"

series = ["Marriage Under the Heavens"]

mode = "manual"

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Yan Yu squinted and thought: Just give it a kiss.

He lowered his head and touched her lips lightly. The soft and soft touch was like the trembling wings of a butterfly, gently flapping from the tip of his heart. However, the soft touch that was not a kiss made his heart jump uncontrollably.

He looked up and slowly closed his eyes.

He remembered the kiss he had kissed Bai Suxuan.

At that time, she said to him: "Yan Yuheng, I sympathize with your experience, but this can't be a reason for your debauchery. You have only been in Beijing for a few days, looking at the entire Lijing City, what else you haven't played before? How many Yingying and Yanyan have changed? I can't control these, but I don't want to be one of them."

He didn't listen to her, but stared at her soft petal-like lips and smelled the faint fragrance of her body. She likes to paint and write poems, and she always carries a faint fragrance of flowers and ink intertwined on her body. The fragrance is very clear and shallow, but it is faint and lasting.

She said a few words and saw that he was not listening, she shut her mouth quickly, glanced at him lightly, and turned to leave.

He leaned forward quickly, stretched his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her lips. Before she finished speaking, he kissed her lips.

Her lips were soft and soft, and the beautiful touch made him feel dizzy. He seemed to be a child who had eaten candy for the first time, and his heart was beating with excitement. He naturally wanted to ask for more, but because he had no experience or skill in this area, and the other party was struggling uncooperatively, his kiss like a robber plundering quickly broke. Her lips.

But he didn't know, until he tasted the bloody smell, he let go of her suddenly in shock. Then he saw her swollen lips and the shocking blood on her lips.

He was very distressed and annoyed, so he hurried to take out the Jinpa on his body, unexpectedly she slapped him with a slap. He didn't even think about avoiding it. She slapped her hand very firmly, showing that she was very angry, crisp and loud, and even slapped his lips with bloodshot eyes.

He saw tears in her eyes, lowered his head, covered his mouth with a veil, and walked away quickly.

Although he was slapped in the face, he laughed.

That was the first time he saw Bai Suxuan, who had always been dignified and calm, panicked.

He kept wondering whether this meant that she actually had him in her heart.

Yan Yu's hands slowly curled up, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Over the years, every time he thinks of her, he will think of her beautiful appearance, of her graceful figure, bright smile, clear and beautiful eyes, and low and graceful voice.

Thinking of their first encounter, thinking of her piano, thinking of her paintings, thinking of everything about her.

Everything is his love for his sweetness, but it is also the pain he can never let go of.

Perhaps it was because he was unwilling to accept such a fact deep in his heart, so every time he remembered her, she was beautiful. But in every sleepless night, he would remember the last time he saw her.

He stepped on the ruined wall after the fire and walked to her. He saw her changing the white cloth. He opened it with a trembling hand, and the curvaceous beauty had already turned into a charred bone.

After three years, he will always be able to clearly remember that morning, the sunrise on the horizon, like a fire spreading from hell, burning the sky red. It was like a festering wound, red blood was slowly dripping out, dyeing his eyes and the whole world red.

He has experienced countless lives and deaths, and suffered a fatal blow. He thought that there would be no more ditch or ridge that he could not cross, but when he saw her turn into a scorched bone, he fainted hopelessly.

"Su su..." He spit out these two words in pain, and a layer of mist gradually rose in his eyes.

He looked down at Qin Jiu, she slept peacefully, as if she had no dreams at all.

Two radically different people felt the same to him.

He stretched out his fingers, stroked her eyebrows, cheeks and chin, and finally lingered on the blushing mole at the corner of Qin Jiu's eye. He exerted a slight force and rubbed the mole of tears. After a while, he raised his hand and looked at it and found that there was a faint red on his finger, and the color of the mole of tears on Qin Jiu's face had become extremely red. It's shallow.

Yan Yu squinted his eyes and watched the mole which was obviously just a scar.

His fingers lingered on the small scar on the smooth and tender skin again, and he could feel that the scar did not look like a stab wound.

With a slight force, he hugged the person in his arms more tightly, as if a drowning person hugged the last dead tree.

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The crescent moon pierces the clouds, the silver zeak shines down, and the world is cool.

In the middle of the night, in the large courtyard in the east of the city, suddenly there was a whimper of piano. Yige also cried, faintly swallowed, dotted with this deeper and more revealing night.

The rooms on the second floor of Qingyeyuan are elegantly furnished, with sandalwood gum beds, shark gauze cloud tents, and bead curtains. There are two sandalwood tables next to the window, one with a guqin and the other table. The case was filled with paint and rice paper for painting, and a closet was placed against the wall.

Yan Su was sitting in front of the guqin in the wooden case playing the qin.

Yu Bing held a tea cup in his hand and stood on one side.

Yan Su played the song Yu Bing had heard. The name of this song is "Yulouchun", which was composed by Bai Suxuan. She often listened to the prince's performance, and the tune was already familiar. However, what Yan Su played tonight is much worse than usual. It is not as clear as the previous piano music. It seems to condense the deep pain and sorrow into the music, revealing the desolation as thick as night mist. Moreover, as the sound of the piano permeated, the tactful lingering in the original tune also turned into grief, and the sorrow was played in unverbal tones.

Yu Bing's hand holding the tea cup shook slightly. She knew that the prince was calm, and although she always used Fuqin to calm her mind, but based on the prince's cultivation, if it were not for the extreme sadness and chaos, she would never be in the sound of the piano. Half a minute in the leak.

But tonight--

Just now, after the epiphany sent by Yan Rui moved to Su Wanxiang's house, two of the epiphanies bloomed after a while. The prince accompanied Su Wanxiang to watch the epiphany for a while, and used two bowls of gruel with her. After Su Wanxiang was resting, the prince sent someone to drive here.

This courtyard was bought by the prince at a high price by sending Yan Rui two years ago. On weekdays, only a woman was allowed to take care of the door and cleaned, and occasionally she would send her to buy some clothes and bedding. This house was the prince’s secret house. She knew who the prince bought it for, but she didn’t understand why the prince did not bring Su Wanxiang.

Yu Bing looked at Yan Su Fuqin with trepidation, she had already felt something was wrong, but she didn't dare to interrupt him. She could not count how many times the prince had played this piece. Seeing that the prince was like this, she was planning to play it all night.

At this time, Yan Su, although he was playing the piano, he could not hear his own piano, because in his heart, there was a woman playing the same tune.

That is Bai Suxuan.

Her playing is clearer and more elegant, not sick groaning or pretending to be noble, but true lovesickness, as if the peony under the moon is in full bloom with a different kind of loneliness, but without losing the arrogant posture, it is so touching.

He closed his eyes, and every fragment related to her was intertwined in front of his eyes, becoming a chaotic and fuzzy piece.

He remembered every word she said to him, and even every look in her eyes. In the past few years, he has been able to see everything related to her in Su Wanxiang, but tonight, those blooming epiphanies are like two sharp blades, which have wiped out his hopes for these years.

Three years ago, when he rushed to the White House, her boudoir had been burned into flames. He braved the flames to rescue her from the inside. At that time, her bare skin was already burning up, and her entire face was even more terrible. He took her out, made a fake charred corpse and placed it there, and ordered someone to quietly send her out.

He knew that it was difficult to reverse the case committed by the Bai family. In order to keep her, he was afraid that someone would leak the news, so he went to the court to investigate the case as usual and looked distraught. But in private, he has been sending someone to heal her secretly. It took him nearly three months, and he finally healed her, but her appearance had already been ruined, and the imperial doctor could not think she had reshaped her face. After she was cured, her face changed, and her previous shadows were still faintly visible while smiling.

After waking up, she was greatly stimulated and forgot everything, even who she was. She was extremely afraid of fire during the first days of her new life. She had been raising her for nearly a year before she recovered. It's just that I still can't remember the past.

Su Wanxiang, Su Qing's third daughter, happened to pass away due to illness, so he let her replace Su Qing's third daughter and return to Lijing. He thought that when she arrived at the familiar Lijing City, she might recall the past.

She didn't remember the past, he looked at her as if he was looking at su su without a soul, a substitute for su su.

And tonight, he actually knew that she was really just a stand-in.

Once she touches Epiphany, red spots will appear on her body after a while. However, Su Wanxiang did not.

She is not her!

Sadness and despair are like sharp teeth, gnawing at the bottom of my heart, making the already hollow heart more and more desolate.

The sound of the piano was like water, and it was hard to stop choking. At this moment, his heart fell into grief and darkness like the sound of a piano and the night.

This cold night, without her, was so cold and so long.

This heart, without her, is so desolate and full of holes.

The pale morning light gradually showed through the window, and the night passed.

He pointed to the force, and the extremely tough strings broke one by one. In the weird sound of the piano's abrupt end, the broken string strummed, cutting all his fingers. The red blood dripped on the surface of the paulownia wood, like drops of bright red teardrops.