The flirtatious cousin girl who doesn't know it vs. The straight hook who bites back and talks hard, the prince
In the sixth year after both of Ning Lu's parents died, she suddenly learned that she had an aunt she had never met before, who was actually the mistress of a wealthy family in the capital.
As soon as she recognized her relatives, she parted ways with her soon-to-be-engaged Zhu Ma because of the lingering worries about her aunt's illness, and traveled from the incense shop in Quxiang, Suzhou, to the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, which covers an area of more than ten hectares.
On the day she entered the mansion, she wore a suit of clothes that had been washed and wrinkled, and was scrutinized by various people in the mansion. Her aunt's well-maintained hands touched her face, which was a completely different touch from her mother's.
So much so that the food, clothing, shelter, and marriage she arranged for her were completely different from those of her mother.
When her aunt handed over the jade pendants that symbolized the alliance to her and the second son of the family, her direct cousins, everyone showed either envy or unwillingness.
There is only one person.
He shot behind her, but he was bored, looking at the pear blossoms growing by the window.
Ning Lu turned her head and looked across the crowd to meet Lang Jun by the window.
Her nominal cousin was also the hereditary Duke of Dingguo in the future, and the heir apparent who had recently been appointed to the Third Division—Yan Lingye.
He seemed to dislike looking at others very much. Under her gaze, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, almost forming a hill, until she pointed out to him that she had a missing pearl earring beside her boots and asked him if she could pick it up.
He smiled back at her slowly, which was even more touching than the shadow in the window. He opened and closed his mouth to say, "Okay."
Then he turned around and walked away, stepping on the pearls with his boots.
Even the eyes are stingy with charity.
*
The third year of Jianye was the first year that Yan Lingye got to know Ninglv.
In May of this year, he was admiring the wind and lotuses in the courtyard in the pavilion, and reading a collection of poems on the bank in the green. He read Yuan Haowen's "Qiu Yan Ci" and asked him what love was. He stood leaning on the railing, with fish food sowing every now and then. The first thing he said was: "You are worthy of talking about what love is?"
Even when he saw her eyes turning red, he remained unmoved.
In December of the same year, there was heavy snow, and the city was covered with snow.
Aunt Ninglu died of illness. She returned to Suzhou after the funeral ceremony. The sixteen gates inside and outside the Duke's mansion did not stop her from riding her horse. Yan Lingye didn't even take off his filial piety clothes, so he drove out of the city gate. The first words he said when he saw her were: "Liu Ninglu, what I can give you, that bad Liang Sanlang will not be able to give it to you in another thirty years."
Ninglu's movement of beating the horse paused for a moment.
His voice was as steady as ever: "As long as you come back to me as usual, I will give you whatever you want..."
She turned around and said suddenly: "By you?"
He clenched the bloody handkerchief on his knee and listened to her continue: "Are you worthy of being compared with Saburo?"
Yan Lingye's pupils shrank to the shape of needlepoints, and thousands of knives were spinning in his mind.
I wish I could die here with her.
*
"The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment."
1. Overhead, male c, he.
2. The female protagonist has a purpose in approaching the male protagonist.
3. There is no substantive engagement relationship between the heroine and her aunt's son.
4. The overall length of the article will not be too long.
*The author of this article declined writing guidance.
The copy was first published in Jinjiang Literature City on 2026/1/5. The screenshot has been saved.
Purpose: Write some stories about cousins.
