The roads in the Imperial City seem to be flattering than other places, the carriages are not bumpy or noiseless, and the whole car is extremely quiet.

An Yunqi's body kept coming out of cold air, Qingjun's face was tight, and his slightly choked phoenix eyes looked to the left without saying a word.

Chu Zhiyin hasn't been in such an atmosphere for a long time, and she is sitting on pins and needles and twitches her lips and ends up saying nothing.

On the other hand, He Yao hugged his hands and thighs and opened them, freely and without any restraint.

The carriage stopped, An Yunqi got out quickly, and with the resentment wind lifted Chu Zhiyin's hair. She quietly reached out and stroked her hand and got out of the car after him.

What catches your eye is a wooden sign with the word "Jingyuan". The surrounding area is full of exclusive courtyards, with no street view and people, which is very elegant and quiet.

The servant pushed open the door, and the short bamboos in the garden were staggered in an orderly manner. There were bamboo curtains on both sides of the corridor. When the wind blew, the leaves rubbed each other and made a rustling sound.

Walking through the courtyard, An Yunqi stopped in front of the door, "Come on, take Mr. He to the guest room."

As soon as his voice fell, a servant came out of nowhere and stood beside He Yao.

He Yao was obviously not an obedient person. He sneered at his profound facial features, arrogant and arrogant, and kept looking at Chu Zhiyin and turned a deaf ear to his words.

Chu Zhiyin knew that the atmosphere was not good, and now she met An Yunqi. She didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff. He Yao's affairs were bizarre and weird. I couldn't explain it clearly in one sentence or two. The two of them really need to calm down and talk slowly.

"He Yao, wait for me first."

This sentence made An Yunqi look even worse. Wasn’t they the one who is together?

Fortunately, He Yao was willing to give her face. After she said that, he followed the servant to the guest room to rest without any objection.

When they entered the room, they both spoke at the same time.

"What are you going to say."

"Why are you with him?"

When the eyes were colliding together, time seemed to pause. Chu Zhiyin's eyes were still clear and agile, and his deep and shiny pupils could make people indulge in.

An Yunqi's heart calmed down at this moment, and the impetuousness just now was wiped out. It was the happiest thing to be with her at this moment.

"Have you found the soul-burning grass in southern Xinjiang?" The clear voice was gentle, as moist as a piece of jade.

Chu Zhiyin's ears were itchy and nodded Mumu.

An Yunqi's body was as cold as the first snow, and the coldness of the world was not as good as the world's fireworks, and the beauty of flowers was even more beautiful than the flowers, making people unable to stop wanting to obey him and unable to see a trace of sorrow between his eyebrows.

Sure enough, after a few months, Chu Zhiyin could not escape the power of An Yunqi's beauty.

"How about that injury?"

"More than half better."

“Is the journey smooth?”

"smoothly."

"When did you come to the Imperial City?"

"The day before yesterday."

"Why don't you come to me?"

Chu Zhiyin: "?"

Why was she trapped at will? Isn’t she meeting An Yunqi or discussing her future plans? Why was she constantly being asked?

She was also obsessed with the wickedness, and she said bluntly: "You are going to get married again. What if you find you to destroy your happy event?"

An Yunqi's pupils shrank slightly, "Do you know?"

Chu Zhiyin's vision was rising, "Is it difficult to not know? Young Master An is also very famous in the imperial city."

An Yunqiding looked at her and laughed: "So are you jealous? My soulmate, getting married is fake, and I have reached a consensus with the princess."

"Jealous?" Chu Zhiyin denied, "I'm not jealous."

An Yunqi paused, "But I'm jealous."

The bamboo leaves rustled, and the fallen leaves fluttered in the wind. Through the wooden window, the sound of the wind and the friction sound had a little more ethereal inspiration.

Chu Zhiyin's ears were so hot that she turned her head and looked at the window, "It's enough to have a fake marriage, so let's get rid of it."

"What does it mean?" An Yunqi frowned, "Zhiyin, do you care about my fake marriage with the princess? The princess has something to do, just to cover it up with me, and I..."

Chu Zhiyin interrupted him, "Yun Qi, you, the princess, I and you are the same, but they are all fake marriages, all for cover-up, and there is only one relationship."

An Yunqi thought he had heard it wrong, what it means is the same, but it is just a fake marriage.

He couldn't understand at all. He didn't get along well in Shizhou before. They also discussed whether to have a child. Is it all fake?

An Yunqi's eyes couldn't hide his pain, "Zhiyin, I'm a true love for you, my feelings for you are true, the wedding is true, and I care about you is true, why is it fake to come to you?"

Chu Zhiyin was shocked by these words, and the sound of wind and friction outside the window disappeared, and even the furnishings in the room were not seen, leaving only An Yunqi's sad expression in his eyes.

Not so, she just repays his kindness and has no emotional involvement. Why did An Yunqi have such a deep misunderstanding? He doesn't, don't he like men?

I accidentally said the words in my heart.

An Yunqi was stunned at first, not because he was angry, but Qingjun's face was full of helplessness, "I have never said I like a man."

"Then, that..." Chu Zhiyin said anxiously.

Countless pictures flashed through her mind. She wanted to capture the scene she had once mistakenly thought, but when she spoke, she had to admit that it was all her guesses.

An Yunqi never said in person that he likes men.

Only she unilaterally thinks that marriage is fake.

Then what she owe is not only kindness, but also feelings of avoiding fear?

Chu Zhiyin was in a panic, her head was like a paste mixed with water. The more she thought about it, the more she became, the more she became, and she kept thinking about why she was going?

Although An Yunqi is cold, he is indeed very good to her. The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years. If he is with the same kind of thing as before, it seems that it will not be impossible.

Thinking of this, Chu Zhiyin's panic was reduced a lot. Fortunately, he was just a mortal, and fortunately, he was just a mortal. Fortunately, he had only been using the cultivator for a hundred years in a flash of his fingers.

An Yunqi could no longer tell whether the sourness in his heart was uncomfortable or painful. "Zhiyin, have you never liked me?"

Chu Zhiyin was silent.

She didn't know, she didn't know what she liked or didn't, she would feel comfortable and happy when she was with An Yunqi, and would miss her after she was separated.

Do you like this?

The light in An Yunqi's eyes gradually dimmed. It turned out to be just his wishful thinking. Why did she take the initiative to say that she wanted to get married, that she didn't have children, and that she was willing to retire to the mountains and forests with him?

Why do you want to lie to him? Why do you want to let him sink little by little and then tell the truth?

"Why!" An Yunqi, who had never lost his composure, asked sadly.

The slightly picked phoenix eyes turned red, their lips were pursed tightly, and their cold eyes were unprecedentedly crazy.

Chu Zhiyin's heart trembled, and she subconsciously opened her mouth to say something.

An Yunqi lowered his eyes and hid the sadness in his eyes. The long-awaited repetition was the beginning of tearing apart the relationship between the two.
Chapter completed!