1.
The first time Fu Xuyan sent sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Shen Yinqiu said, "I can't accept it if I'm not a relative."
He said: "It's better if you hold it than throw it away."
Later, when she practiced the pipa, he sat on the Taishi chair and listened to it, saying, "Reflect on autumn."
"You played too fast, as if you were trying to kill Xiang Yu."
She dug into his wallet and found a small painting without a face, thinking it was his sweetheart, so she returned the music box, the imperial chair, and the silk figure.
He blocked the back door of Wanhuajian and turned the painting over to show her——
There is a line of small characters written on the back: "Fu Xuyan, the governor of Jiangbei, will not marry unless he is in deep meditation."
2.
The moonlight fell on her face, turning her outline into silvery white. When the wind blew, a few locust flowers fell down and stuck to her hair and shoulders. She didn't brush it off, she just stood there like a plant watered by the moonlight.
"Shen Yinqiu." He called her.
She turned to look at him. Under the moonlight, her eyes were as bright as two washed black pearls. She took a step forward, then another step, stood in front of him, raised her head, stood on tiptoes, and leaned in to kiss him.
Lips touch lips and part at the first touch. Very light, as light as a petal falling on the water, sinking before even ripples could spread.
After Shen Yinqiu finished the kiss, she turned around and walked quickly out the door, as fast as someone was chasing her.
3.
"Fu Xuyan, what on earth are you doing?"
He lowered his eyes and said, "I am working for the people's happiness in the future..."
She covered his mouth
"Forget it, no matter what you do, I will always be your wife. You can't get rid of me."
Intention: In troubled times, love is pure and sincere
