flstandardbreds Chapter 117 Come to see him
Chapter 117 Come to see him
is it him?
Who does he like?
Where does the good feeling come from?
All of these are issues worth pondering. Fortunately, Lu Rong left the apartment he lived in the next day and briefly stayed away from the person who troubled him.
He had plenty of time to reflect on these issues.
After opening up a connection, Lu Rong suddenly realized that everything had already been traced.
For example, Jingxian said he likes green and that yellow represents hope.
The internal and external environment of Feng Jin's era was very bad. His father was the founding emperor of the Qian Dynasty and a typical martial emperor. He left his son a large number of meritorious kings of different surnames who had fought together to conquer the world.
The external unrest had just been quelled, and the hostile old party and former nobles were watching covetously.
As the youngest legitimate son of the Queen and the only prince who lived to adulthood, Feng Jin was under constant pressure from his environment.
He still remembered that when he was eight years old, after two years of accompanying him as a study partner, Feng Jin finally opened his heart to him and told him that he liked green and hated the bright yellow prince's uniform that he was forced to wear every day.
The Qian Dynasty was quite special, dark blue represented the emperor, bright yellow represented the crown prince, and ordinary princes could wear whatever they wanted.
Later, this was heard by the son of a minister who was one of his classmates. The next day, someone impeached the prince for improper words and deeds and disrespect for ancestors, and sentenced him to confinement for a whole month.
It was a small matter, but it seemed to have entangled that frail figure along with the invisible shackles from childhood to adulthood. Feng Jin grew up overnight and never said words like he didn't like her again.
When Lu Rong asked, Feng Jin just denied it and said: Yellow is a sign of hope and a place of light, who can not love it?
The pair of dull eyes left a deep impression on him, and Lu Rong knew that this must be the rhetoric given by the Queen.
Children who have their hobbies taken away will cry, although Feng Jin doesn't even have the right to cry because no one cares and someone is holding him accountable.
Unfortunately, Lu Rong didn't understand at that time. She just didn't want the prince to be unhappy, so she smiled and said to Feng Jin:
"Brother Jin, stop lying. Since you like green, can I wear it every day? What you like may not be on your body, the same is true for what is in front of you!"
He wore this color for seven or eight years, until his father passed away. Feng Jin went against the public opinion and issued an imperial decree, which meant that even though the young man was appointed prime minister and given a title of nobility, he could no longer wear the clothes he liked.
He always remembered the night he entered the apartment, when he saw fresh green everywhere he went, and the light yellow room that was decorated for him. He said with a smile that yellow was a symbol of hope.
It turns out that you can finally accept everything you like without prejudice...
Who knows how many tears I shed that night were for Huai Yunjian?
Tears are never rootless. Perhaps he was empathizing, or perhaps the string called emotion hidden deep in his heart collapsed and broke.
There were so many things I couldn't figure out, so I put them aside. Lu Rong closed his eyes. He was always particularly sentimental at night.
The next day.
Lu Rong got up very early. The weather was already very cold as the Spring Festival approached, especially in the capital.
He put on a dark green plush drawstring sweatshirt and waited for the bus at the station without telling Shang Yun. At this time, the breath he exhaled had a shape.
Her superior bone structure was difficult to conceal even through loose clothes, and passers-by nearby could not help but cast astonished glances at Lu Rong.
Since the day Jing Xian revealed the contents of his dream, Lu Rong has not cut her hair again. Now her hair has reached her shoulders and is tied into a small bun with a beige hairband.
It is not uncommon to see boys with long hair studying art, and no one will pay too much attention to it in an open and inclusive campus.
The bad thing is that Lu Rong is too beautiful, and she looks really pretty with long hair.
She's not that pretty in the feminine way, but more elegant than when she had short hair. She's the kind of person that you'd want to follow secretly if you met her on the street.
Xu Zhinan once jokingly asked Lu Rong why he suddenly wanted to grow long hair, and he replied that it might be because the weather was too cold.
After viewing the scenery along the way for more than ten hours, Lu Rong arrived downstairs of Yunshiji Company the day before the appointment with Jingxian.
Looking at the dozens-story buildings, Lu Rong raised a faint smile and walked into the company's gate.
As the only signed artist of Yunshiji, the front desk staff all knew him, and the news spread throughout the group. Everyone knew that the chairman and Lu Rong had a good relationship.
There are even people who secretly support the two of them as a couple.
No one stopped him, and Jing Xian had also told Lu Rong that he didn't need to make an appointment to visit him, so he got into the exclusive elevator in the chairman's office smoothly.
"Dududu-"
"Please come in." Jing Xian didn't even raise his head. Because the endorsement matters were brought forward, the documents on the table were piled up like a mountain again.
Without the cover of the camera, the dark circles under the man's eyes became more obvious.
The visitor didn't say anything, and Jing Xian was not in a hurry. He continued to review the documents at hand.
Although the man seemed to be in good spirits except for the dark circles under his eyes, Lu Rong, who was familiar with Jing Xian, knew that Jing Xian's vigilance had been reduced to the lowest level.
Lu Rong quietly walked around from behind, and a shadow fell on the A4 paper. Jing Xian's hand holding the mouse paused, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Just as he was about to stand up, a pair of cold hands covered his eyes the next moment.
A warmth rose in Jing Xian's chest, and he kept his big hand there until he warmed up the cool little hand without taking it off.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you silly because of happiness?" Lu Rong's slightly teasing voice sounded in his ear. It was too close, and the man's throat rolled.
Lu Rong looked down at Jing Xian, whose mood was obviously changing, and felt emotional.
As expected, what makes a person is not only the core of personality, but also the environment. They have all changed, and the way they get along with each other is very different from the first life.
Feng Jin has a lot of pressure on him, so does he?
The moment he put on his court robes, he became Emperor Jingnian's sharpest knife.
The study life that I once hated the most has become a rare and beautiful memory. After growing up, there are so many things that are beyond our control.
In that era, they were destined not to be together, but now it is not necessarily the case.
Lu Rong frowned as she looked at the man under her who exuded a look of pleasure. She curled her lips and waited to see when he would take the initiative.
The young man put his arm around Jing Xian's neck and said in a gloomy tone, holding a mirror to his face: "Is this what you mean by having a good rest..."
In the mirror, Jing Xian looked at his horrible panda eyes and smiled awkwardly, but the fatigue in his eyes had completely disappeared.
"Let's go and sleep. We can approve the documents at any time. Your body can't stand it if you don't sleep." Lu Rong felt a pang of fear when she thought of Emperor Jingnian's untimely death at the age of 32.
"But Rongrong you..."
"I'll sleep with you." After sitting in the car for more than ten hours, Lu Rong's body couldn't bear it anymore.
Jing Xian's eyes lit up and he shut up in a second: "Okay."