Chapter 63

In fact, Fu Changxi was indeed out of tune with the crowd.

However, when he walked into the women's school, many people quietly raised their eyes to look at him.

After all, it is the Qixi Festival. At this time, most of the people in the women's school are teenagers and girls, each in Chinese clothes and brocade clothes, jade belts and golden crowns, or friends, or close walks, joking and laughing. Fu Changxi was the only one, with a jade crown on his head, wearing a black robe with a light robe, and standing in the crowd at this time, he was naturally as high as a wild crane in a flock of chickens.

Many beautiful lanterns were placed, hung, or placed at the entrance of the women's school. The fire was extremely bright, shining brightly on him and his face.

His physique is tall and straight, completely different from those teenagers who are still thin or not fully grown. He seems to be a large beast walking in the crowd, with a terrifying explosive force hidden in his body. His brows are stern and solemn, and his almost perfect face has a beauty that is as sharp as a blade, which is daunting.

Just like the bright moon and the candlelight, even if the moonlight is very far away, extremely cold, and out of reach, it is not as hot and close as the candlelight at hand. However, even if only a tiny ray of moonlight can fall through the clouds, it is more permanent, brighter, and more elusive than candlelight.

Heart-pounding.

The few female students walking together couldn't help raising their heads, wanting to look but not daring to look, just peeked a few times and then lowered their heads quickly, you pushed me and pulled, and whispered.

Fu Changxi didn't care about this, he just frowned and thought about his own business - or, after he entered the gate of the women's school, he regretted it a little.

There were bustling crowds in front and back, and he didn't know where to find Zhen Tingyun and others, so he could only go inside along the crowd. At the same time, he asked himself in his heart: what is the meaning of this, and what is the use?

Even if you come in, what can you do?

The Kyoto Women's School is so big and there are so many people here, even if he came in, could he be able to find Zhen Tingyun by walking with the crowd?

The most important thing is: if he finds Zhen Tingyun, what will he do?

As a husband, what position does he have to stop his students from not allowing her to celebrate the Qixi Festival?

...

Fu Changxi was walking while thinking about it. He was halfway there, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a pair of teenagers and girls on the edge of a rockery not far away. They were holding hands and whispering - they were so close, as if they couldn't help but want to. stick together...

Fu Changxi suddenly remembered many scenes when he and Zhen Tingyun got along.

They were once that close.

many times.

Even, on the carriage back to Beijing, Zhen Tingyun would often sit next to him, chatting with him like a sparrow, the girl's hair brushing against his skin from time to time, and the fragrance of the green temples smelling If not, it is always unintentionally annoying. Sometimes, when the carriage was bumpy, Zhen Tingyun accidentally fell into his arms. The real weight was on his heart, as if he had been hit by a dull hammer.

Until now, as long as Fu Changxi closed his eyes, he could remember how Zhen Tingyun fell into his arms.

The green temples are loose, the snow cheeks are dyed, and a pair of almond eyes are wide open, like a black gem soaked in water, shining.

More endearing than his best-bred silver fox.

And last time in Xishan, the two of them rode together. He sat behind Zhen Tingyun, held her hand and slowly opened the bow and arrow, aiming in the direction. The two were just next to each other, and when they spoke sideways, they could smell the faint fragrance between her green temples and belts, almost as if their ears and temples were grinding together.

When the bow was full, the iron arrow suddenly shot out, hitting the wild deer by the grass.

Zhen Tingyun turned his head to look at her happily, lips like roses opening and closing.

Fu Changxi still remembers his heartbeat like being hit by a deer.

...

As if being scalded by the fire, Fu Changxi woke up from his memory, and suddenly turned his eyes away from the pair of boys and girls who were described as intimate. Then, he quickly and decisively found a reason for himself that was not a reason: that guy Rong Ziming only knew about lust and lust all day long, and he was used to being sweet and coaxing people. Zhen Tingyun was young and ignorant. When he ran into it, he was deceived by his sweet words, how could it be good?

It's impossible for him to just watch his female student being deceived by a slut like Rong Ziming, right? You still have to check on your own female students, right?

This is also his responsibility as Mr.

Thinking about it, Fu Changxi had already convinced himself in his heart. So, he followed the flow of people with peace of mind, raised his hand and called Xie Qiuyan, who was a few steps behind him, and said lightly, "Where's the location?"

Xie Qiuyan was a little stunned for a while, and just stood there respectfully, looking at Fu Changxi for unknown reasons.

Fu Changxi was a little impatient, but he still had to add in a cold voice: "I remember sending a secret guard to follow Tingyun before. If you want to ask, where exactly are they now?"

I have to say that once Fu Changxi regained his firm belief, he immediately cleared all distracting thoughts, his mind became clearer, and he was much calmer when he remembered things.

Xie Qiuyan had already prepared for this question - if both sides couldn't collide, how could he make his prince jealous?

Therefore, Xie Qiuyan has been paying attention to the whereabouts and locations of Zhen Tingyun and others. At this time, when he heard Fu Changxi's question, he naturally didn't want to think about it, and immediately bowed his head and responded respectfully: "There has been news with me over there before. It should be in that direction."

Saying that, Xie Qiuyan pointed to the west side very vividly and concisely.

Perhaps Xie Qiuyan responded too quickly, but Fu Changxi gave him a deep look.

Those eyes were cold and heavy, like a handful of snow in the twelfth lunar month, pouring on people's faces, cold and dry, and shivering suddenly.

Xie Qiuyan couldn't help lowering her head, she only felt that her back clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and she felt that her life was simply not a human being - Mad, Tang He is digging a hole to kill, why do you want to drag him? ? He doesn't know anything at all!

Fortunately, Fu Changxi didn't want to embarrass him, or in other words, he didn't want to waste time embarrassing him. After all, Fu Changxi was still thinking about Zhen Tingyun's affairs in his heart. Although he guessed what Tang He and Xie Qiuyan did in private, he didn't bother to ask. He just nodded casually, looked away, and walked towards Xie Qiuyan. Point to the west.

Although Xie Qiuyan was startled, thinking of Tang He's so-called arrangement, he had to grit his teeth and follow carefully.

Sure enough, the direction was right, Fu Changxi was looking for someone again, and soon he saw Zhen Tingyun leaning against the willow tree near the lake.

And Fu Nianjia, who was protecting Zhen Tingyun.

Fu Changxi felt that Rong Ziming was not worthy of Zhen Tingyun. That was because Rong Ziming was lustful and idle. In short, he was a big scoundrel in Beijing, with a bunch of big and small flaws, so he was naturally not a good match. He felt that Fu Nianjia was not worthy of Zhen Tingyun, mainly because Fu Nianjia had such an unfortunate father as King Yan...

But in fact, King Yan is now cultivating Taoism, and most of them live in the mountains.

Furthermore, apart from the unfortunate father of King Yan, with Fu Nianjia, the prince of Yan, with such talent and character, he is always clean and self-conscious, and there is also a sensible Princess Yan. I am afraid that there are so many unmarried girls wanting in Beijing. get married.

At this moment, even Fu Changxi couldn't help but think of the conditions that Zhen Tingyun had told him in the Xishan Courtyard.

"The first thing is to look at the appearance and character, but you don't have to pick any young talents, as long as you look good and pleasing to the eye, the important thing is to have a good character; second, the family is clean and honest, if the population is simple, there is no open room. Concubine's room, that's even better. The rest, you can do it sir..."

Regardless of Fu Changxi's selfishness as a gentleman, Fu Nianjia completely complies with every rule.

Fu Changxi took a deep breath, but his chest was still burning like fire, even worse.

Unconsciously, he stopped and stood at the back, watching Fu Nianjia stretch out his hand to protect Zhen Tingyun to prevent her from being pushed by the crowd from behind, while supporting Zhen Ting with the other hand cloud.

Fu Nianjia, who has always been indifferent, frowned slightly at this time and looked down at her with a worried look on his handsome face.

There are many lanterns and candles by the lake. Zhen Tingyun is dressed in a red shirt. The snow-white cheeks reflect the night fire and the bright red shirt, with a slight red color, which is lined by the black bun. There is something almost astonishingly bright.

The beauties are picturesque, the beauties and the beauties, the willows by the lake rely on each other, and the lights are dimmed, which is naturally even more beautiful.

Fu Changxi stood quietly, staring at the two people not far away, slowly frowning, and pursing his thin lips, like two thin blades.