Chapter 122 Don’t touch me

His hands were shaking slightly.

The glass-colored eyes seemed to be brewing a violent storm.

Seeing him like this, Ye Wanqing also got angry.

In the previous life's marriage, it was clearly him who took the initiative to propose marriage.

After marriage, she, like other women, had longings and expectations for her husband, and longed for more care and love.

But what about him? In his heart and eyes, there is only Dingyuan Marquis Mansion and power.

Now, why?
Ye Wanqing looked down at Lu Jilian's white knuckles and said, "The definite answer is that Master Lu was busy preparing for the palace examination, was too worried and too tired, and had a nightmare. Now that he has woken up, it's time to return to reality.

Master Lu, I am already engaged and about to get married. I think the nonsense and address you just now are just your nonsense. Morning classes have begun, and I should go back."

However, Lu Jilian did not let go of her hand.

The dim lights shone sparsely through the dense bamboo bushes, making Lu Jilian's eyes look moist, cold and bright.

He held Ye Wanqing's hand tightly: "Can you stay with me for a moment?"

The voice was so low and fragile that Ye Wanqing had never heard before.

The morning breeze in the mountains in April is still a bit chilly, which can easily make people's hearts rational and hard.

Ye Wanqing said coldly: "Master Lu, please stop pestering me and let me go!"

Hearing this, Lu Jilian tightened his fingers a little and looked down at her: "Why don't you ask me what happened?"

Seeing that Lu Jilian refused to let go, Ye Wanqing was angry and helpless.

Can't break free, but can't leave.

Fortunately, there were no other pilgrims visiting Rongguang Temple recently.

Ye Wanqing stared into Lu Jilian's eyes, her voice as cold as her expression: "Does Master Lu have to talk to me in this way?"

As she spoke, she raised her held hand.

In the dim light, Lu Jilian lowered his eyes and saw the large red marks on her snow-white skin.

Ye Wanqing's skin was too tender, and she was hurt by him pulling so hard and holding it so tightly for so long.

He loosened his fingers a little: "I'm sorry, but if I let go, you will probably leave me. This is the only way I can keep you."

Ye Wanqing closed her eyes and said indifferently: "There is a teahouse in front."

Lu Jilian took her all the way to the tea room.

At this time, the monks have all gone to do their morning prayers, and the tea room is quiet and peaceful.

By the window, a dim oil lamp swayed gently in the morning breeze. On the tea table, the tea on the small clay stove was still warm.

After taking their seats, Lu Jilian lit the candles.

When the candlelight shone, he saw a large red patch on Ye Wanqing's wrist. He was stunned for a moment: "Sorry, I'll get you some medicine..."

Ye Wanqing glanced at him, dropped her hands under her wide sleeves, and sat opposite Lu Jilian: "No need. I will apply the medicine myself when I get back."

Lu Ji Lian pursed his lips, pushed away the ashes in the stove, revealing the red-hot charcoal fire. He added new charcoal, cleaned the teapot, and filled it with new water to boil.

While waiting for the water to boil, he picked up the tea leaves and said slowly, "I always feel like I've done something like this with you before."

illusion.

In his previous life, he had never done these things.

She was always the one who made tea. At most, he would comment lightly, "Madam, you make tea very well."

Or: "Tea is cold in nature, please drink less, it is not good for your health."

Why didn't he like her to drink more tea? Because only if she took good care of her body could she give birth to a healthy and excellent heir for him and the Lu family...

How ironic?

Which noble lady from an aristocratic family doesn’t drink tea?

The art of tea is something they must learn since childhood.

The women of the famous families in the capital would hold a tea party at least once a year, inviting ladies from various families to brew and drink tea together.

After marriage, she seldom attended such parties.

……

A cup of tea was pushed in front of Ye Wanqing.

Ye Wanqing didn't answer.

Lu Jilian glanced at her and pushed the teacup to her side. "Last year at the Imperial College, after the princess left, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked me if the princess had any misunderstandings about me. At that time, I didn't take it to heart.

At that time, I never thought that I would lose in marriage to a dandy who had accomplished nothing and hated cats and dogs. I thought that I didn't need to do anything, just stand there, and the princess would choose me without any suspense. "

Ye Wanqing was silent.

Lu Jilian looked at her and said, "I have been thinking about it for a long time and still can't figure out why the princess always feels repulsive whenever she sees me. That time at the National Academy should have been the first time the princess saw me after she came of age.

Half a year has passed, and I still can't figure it out. Until the last half month, I've been having a dream again and again. "

Dream?
Ye Wanqing's heart sank slightly: "What dream?"

Lu Jilian held the teacup and looked at her quietly with cold eyes: "I dreamed that the princess married me, had children with me, and lived with me until old age."

A chill rose from the soles of her feet, making her fingertips and scalp numb.

She wanted to deny it immediately, but that would be too obvious.

So, she lowered her eyes and looked at the tea swaying beside her: "Master Lu also said that he was dreaming. How can he take the things in the dream seriously?"

"My dream is not real, what about the princess's dream?" Lu Jilian said slowly: "There was a flood in the south, and the Yinxu mountain collapsed, burying nearly a thousand people."

Ye Wanqing felt a chill on her back.

Lu Jilian continued, "Chu Anlan was unlucky and happened to draw the lottery to go to Yinxu Mountain to patrol and eliminate dangers. After the princess knew about it, why did she take the risk to follow him?"

"I like Chu Anlan and I'm worried about his safety. Is that not okay?" Ye Wanqing's voice turned completely cold.

"Really?" Lu Jilian stroked the edge of the teacup with his fingertips. "The child named 'Lu Qingcheng' in the eternal lamp in the Xiongbao Hall, is she your daughter and mine?"

"Wow..."

The teacup in Ye Wanqing's hand was knocked over by her sleeve, and the hot tea splashed all over the floor, and the cup rolled several times on the floor.

Lu Jilian moved his fingertips, took out a snow-white handkerchief, and was about to wipe Ye Wanqing's wet hands.

Ye Wanqing suddenly retracted her hand.

Her face was pale as she staggered to her feet and looked down at Lu Jilian who was looking up at her: "Don't touch me!"

Her voice was always soft, and even when she was angry, it had no intimidating effect.

Lu Jilian's eyes moved slightly: "The mountains are not like the capital. The weather is cool in the morning. The princess' sleeves are wet and she may catch a cold easily."

Ye Wanqing ignored the dripping sleeves: "Whether my sleeves are wet or I have caught a cold, it has nothing to do with Master Lu. Master Lu's concern should be kept for myself. People often say that if a person worries too much, he will become confused and unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Prince Lu is a rare pillar of the Western Wei Dynasty. If he loses his mind and becomes crazy due to his delusions, it will be a great loss to the Western Wei Dynasty. After worshiping the Buddha, Prince Lu should return to the capital as soon as possible and find an imperial physician to treat him. "

After saying that, she turned to leave.

"Is the princess trying to avoid me and cover up the truth?" Lu Jilian's voice came from behind him: "The princess doesn't dare to answer me directly?"

Ye Wanqing took a deep breath and walked out of the tea room.