Male God, a Little Su

Xun Jiu, who was in charge of delivering the letter to Yan Fengmian, walked into the study with a gloomy face.

The carved window of the study is open, and outside the window is a pond with lush green bamboo planted beside it. The light and shadow fell, reflecting the mottled interior.

Yan Fengmian sat by the window, holding a volume of books to read.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyes, saw Xun Jiu, and raised his eyes, "What?" He looked down and smiled when he saw what he was holding in his hand, "Who sent it?"

Xun Jiu was even more unhappy, and did not dare to disobey his master.

Ku Daqiu said deeply: "It was sent by the Su Mansion."

Who else could it be?

Not that monster!

Yan Fengmian chuckled, "Bring it." He put down the book in his hand, inexplicably, with some anticipation in his heart.

Xun Jiu put down the letter.

Yan Fengmian laughed helplessly, "Xunjiu, don't have so much prejudice against Miss Su. In fact, she is a very simple and kind person."

simple? Kind?

Why doesn't Xun Jiu believe a word? !

A simple woman will take the initiative to run after a man. And she had only known her Second Highness for a long time before she insulted the Second Highness!

This is the place where Xun Jiu is the most troubled.

"Well, you'll find out later."

Yan Fengmian waved his hand and opened the letter first.

There are only a few jargons on it.

The calligraphy is open and closed, and the cursive handwriting is very reckless and arrogant.

Just like her own temperament.

This--

There is no woman who can practice this masculine font, and she is also the first.

Yan Fengmian's eyes were filled with a smile, when he saw what was written on it.

He pursed his lips, and his breathing suddenly became two minutes short.

When I first met you, it was like returning from an old friend.

The end of the world is bright and the moon is new, and the most acacia is in the morning and evening.

He held the paper and was silent for a long time.

Just as Xun Jiu asked with concern, "His Royal Highness, but did Miss Su write something excessive?"

In his eyes, Su Rou is a skinless and faceless woman, and it is not too much to write anything.

Yan Fengmian shook his head, then paused again and nodded.

Xun Jiu: "..."

So is this too much, or not too much?

Then, seeing Yan Fengmian, he carefully folded the letter and put it in the envelope again. Just intending to save it seriously, Xun Jiu shut up and didn't speak.

The wooden carving was placed in a small delicate box. Before opening it, Xun Jiu thought that it contained some strange things.

When Yan Fengmian took out the rough wood carving, the corner of Xunjiu's mouth twitched.

"This doll... Could it be that she carved it herself?"

also--

so ugly!

Yan Fengmian's eyes were deep, and the gentle light fell on his clear eyebrows, and he felt that the years were quiet.

He rubbed the doll, his pale slender fingers suddenly held the doll in the palm of his hand, as if he had got some kind of treasure.

...

Two days later, Su Yan did not wait for Yan Fengmian's reply.

So I wrote another poem.

The moon shines back to the heart of the lake, the wild crane runs to the idle cloud, and I step into you.

Yan Fengmian received it, read it, carefully folded her earlobes red, and put it in a small delicate box.

Still no reply.

...

Su Yan was not annoyed either, thinking of Yan Fengmian's shy and cute appearance.

It must be that the pale face of Qing Jun was suddenly dyed with a red like the morning sun.

The warm and sagging eyes are even more dazed, with a little more moisture.

Well, when there are outsiders present, he must be very calm and restrained.

She thought, and wrote another song.

Between the color of the moon and the color of snow, you are the third stunning color.

Yan Fengmian received the letter again. He scoured the poetry collections he had read, and he was certain that he had never seen such a form of existence.

Poetry is what I usually see! Not original, authored! !