Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2225

Chapter 2225

Yan Xingchen was stunned by Lu Sangyu's sudden question.

She had bathed after dinner, her dark hair tied loosely at the back of her head with a plain cloth sash. She had taken off her official robes and was wearing only a plain cotton and linen dress, looking like an ordinary woman, with a touch of gentleness and beauty.

She was naturally beautiful, but her beauty was often obscured by the harshness of her court robes, causing everyone to ignore her appearance.

Tonight is different. Moonlight soaks through my plain cloth shirt. I eat a few salt-and-pepper peanuts with potato pancakes while drinking wine. A faint red flush rises on my cheeks, and I crush the cold moonlight in my eyes, dazzling my heart.

It was at this moment that Lu Sangyu's heart suddenly moved for no apparent reason. A slight ripple appeared in her heart.

He realized that he had spoken out of turn and was about to stand up and bow to apologize, but he heard her low and lazy voice say, "Actually, it's not impossible."

Lu Sangyu: “…”

I feel like I have let myself down and the other person down as well.

They agreed to work together to avoid being pressured by their families to get married and to avoid gossip from others.

The road is a bit steep now. Does it mean it's uphill?

Yan Xingchen smiled lazily, "I was thinking, the concept of inherited talent is quite mysterious. Lord Shi and Princess Haiyan are said to have inherited their grandmother's talent and have a photographic memory. You and I... are both destined to work hard... Oh, forget it, there's nothing to inherit after thinking about it."

Lu Sangyu raised her eyebrows slightly.

What does that mean? Are you still complaining? Is this going downhill again?

It's okay to be on the decline, but I need to talk about it. "That's not the case. In fact, most people in this world are ordinary people. People like Lord Shi and Princess Haiyan are a rare few. According to you, everyone is dead? We are mediocre, but hard work can make up for lack of talent. Besides, we are all people who have passed the imperial examinations, and we are no worse than anyone else."

"I've never been on the gold list." Yan Xingchen's eyes dimmed.

"You haven't been on the gold list, but you are more valuable than those who have. If you were a man, Xiao Changle wouldn't have a chance of winning the top spot."

"No, no, no," Yan Xingchen smiled, his eyebrows curved. "I know my own worth. Sir Xiao is indeed well-read and learned. Sir Lu is too flattering."

Lu Sangyu suddenly became curious, "Tell me, if Master Xiao hadn't gotten married, would you have found him as your companion?"

Yan Xingchen thought about it seriously and shook his head. "Master Xiao is too intelligent and sentimental. He's too sentimental and sad about autumn. Once, I saw him shedding tears over falling sycamore leaves, and I was terrified."

If you have that much time, why not do something else?

In summary, "Master Lu, you are the best. You are restrained, rational, know your limits, know when to advance and when to retreat, and have a sense of awe."

That night, Lu Sangyu suffered from insomnia, which was rare.

Yan Xingchen's evaluation of him kept turning over in his mind: restrained, rational, knowing the limits, knowing when to advance and retreat, and having a sense of awe.

Translated, it’s just one word: coward!

He was afraid of worldly opinions and bowed to moral codes. He was afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, and he didn't have the courage to challenge.

Even the idea of ​​living with Yan Xingchen was actually due to his fear that others would see his true thoughts and affect the Lu family's reputation. So when Yan Xingchen proposed it to him, he almost agreed immediately.

Since that night, subtle changes have taken place between the two of them, as if spring breeze has broken through the ice.

Lu Sangyu returned home on time. After work, Yan Xingchen would take her maid Mo Xiang and plunge into the crowds at the night market, seeking the hot smell of fireworks.

Hold a bowl of salty and fresh tofu pudding, drizzle it with chive and chili oil, and eat it until sweat comes out of the tip of your nose; pick up chopsticks to eat cold shredded vegetables, the aroma of vinegar mixed with garlic juice splashes; then grab a freshly baked crab shell yellow sesame cake, sesame seeds all over your collar; finally, have a lotus leaf wrapped goose feet, the aroma of fermented glutinous rice wine permeates through the oil paper.

At first, Yan Xingchen always came home after eating his fill outside, with greasy food on his lips and the aroma of street food on his sleeves.