After the Heartthrob Qingmei Ran Away, He Regretted It

[Pampering and bright little fox × cool and arrogant prince｜Flower of the high mountains·Childhood sweethearts·Wife-chasing crematorium] As everyone in Beijing knows, the Bai Family Wan Tang is a peony with thorns. Wearing a red dress and riding through the long street, half of the men in Chang'an became her subordinates. But she loves teasing the icy and icy Xie family eldest son the most. "Xie Heng, I blocked the love for you, do you want to pledge yourself to me?" She tiptoed onto his shoulders, her sleeves brushing against the tips of his red ears. But the man rolled his sleeves and backed away: "White Snake's jokes should stop in moderation." Everyone said she was ridiculous, even Xie Heng agreed—— The purses she gave to others were embroidered with lotus flowers, The pine and bamboo sachet given to him was just a perfunctory treatment; She went boating on Jinghu Lake with Tanhualang, and rode horses to the hunting grounds in the western suburbs with the young general. Her smile was always sweeter than when she faced him. A girl who has been held in the palm of her hand since childhood always thinks that rejection only takes one time. She seriously said to every suitor "I only want to be friends", But he didn't know that he was smiling at the end of his eyes, which looked like he was playing hard to get in the eyes of others. She deliberately told Xie Heng to go on a trip with other men. When passing by, I raised the corners of my lips, hoping that he would take another look. But Xie Heng was used to hiding his emotions. The clenched fists in his sleeves were pinched into his palms. His breathing was not messy at all. She mistakenly thought that he really didn't care, and she became more and more arrogant out of anger. Until the day of the palace banquet, he heard her sneer drunkenly: "Xie Heng... A person carved from ice cannot be kept warm." His hands hidden in his wide sleeves were clenched into fists. She took advantage of her drunkenness and peeked at his frosty side face. Only then did he realize that he had backfired. Later, something happened to the Bai family, and Wan Tang took off her fine clothes and went to the border. Before leaving, Xie Heng accidentally dropped the green jade pendant she gave her, and the jade shards got into the palm of her hand, bleeding: "Bai Wantang, if you leave, don't look back." Three years later, the North Saibei Commercial Road was opened, and the lady in red was in charge of hundreds of tea mountains. The hard-to-find snow-capped greenery is not sold to the Xie family. Rumor has it that Crown Prince Xie rode a horse and chased him for three hundred miles, his brocade robe stained with dust in the white moonlight clouds, but he only received a chuckle from behind the carriage curtain: "Xie Langjun said back then that it is the dog that turns back." He suddenly leaned over and bit her fingertips, saying in a hoarse voice, "Woof." Small Theater One day at a poetry gathering, Wan Tang was surrounded by gentlemen asking for new tea. Xie Heng held in his sleeve the Begonia jade hairpin that he had polished little by little with his own hands over the years. Seeing her smiling, he handed the teacup to someone else: "Mr. Lu is a close friend." The prince, who had been cool and self-possessed for twenty years, loosened his clothes in public, revealing the crescent mark on her collarbone that she had bitten when she was a child: "My best friend, can I get under the same bed with you and watch Xingzi?" Amidst the uproar of the whole house, he backed against her behind the screen and put the jade hairpin into her hair with trembling hands: "Yaoyao, since you have offended me..." "You can only die in the same hole with me." Yaoyao, the heroine's small character. The copy was published on May 14, 2025, and has been screenshotted. Any form of reference or fusion is declined. Reading Guide 1.1V1, double C, HE. The two are in love but don't know each other. The heroine is not perfect, not Neptune but is naturally flirtatious. 2. Chasing his wife in the crematorium, the flowers of the high mountain go crazy for love. 3. A mixed style of the Tang and Song dynasties, with a mountain of private decoration, please do not pay attention to the details. If you don't like it, please abandon the article in time. Please don't make it difficult for yourself. Hello, me, everyone. Any form of nitpicking or writing guidance is declined. All friendly comments are welcome. Purpose: Cherish what you love