Chapter 477 Desire
He took the lamp and walked away slowly.
After returning home, he lay on the table and looked at the lamp in front of him seriously.
This lamp was not exquisite, but just a very ordinary and plain lamp.
There was only a lotus painted on it, as if to indicate the identity of the lamp owner.
He ground it, picked up the pen, wrote a congratulatory speech on it, drew beautiful patterns, hesitated for a while, and wrote his name next to the lotus and printed his seal.
Although Lian Xiang's name was not on it, his name and Lian Xiang's name appeared to be a little more intimate when they were together.
He stroked the lotus and drew a new lotus next to the lotus.
It seemed that in this way, they would stand together in pairs.
As he stroked it, his fingertips seemed to be stained with some warmth.
Lian Xiang's beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he hastily retracted his fingers.
What is he doing?
Why did he write this blessing and draw this lotus?
Although he is not a famous talent, he is now in the Ministry of Revenue, and his calligraphy is also sought after by many people.
Why did he write on this lamp?
And.
Why is his mind full of Lian Xiang.
He had seen Lian Xiang before in the royal capital, so why didn't he always think about Lian Xiang like he does now?
When did Lian Xiang's shadow start to appear in his mind? Was it when
he saw Lian Xiang being bullied, but she still smiled gently and endured it? Or was it when he
saw Lian Xiang smiling gently, but her eyes were full of heartbreak?
He had seen many beautiful women, and he had also seen many gentle women.
But they all seemed different from Lian Xiang.
They were not Lian Xiang.
Gongsun Yue fiddled with the lamp in his hand and did not sleep all night.
The next day, after the court session, he went to find Lian Xiang with the lamp.
When Lian Xiang saw the lamp, she almost did not recognize it.
"Is this my lamp?"
Hearing the word "slave", Gongsun Yue frowned.
Although Lian Xiang always kept a low profile in the past, she would not call her "slave" all the time.
Lian Xiang's behavior seemed to remind him of the difference in their identities all the time.
"Miss Lian Xiang, you are no longer a prostitute now, so you don't have to call yourself a slave."
"You shouldn't call yourself that."
Gongsun Yue handed the lamp in his hand to Lian Xiang.
"Last night, Miss Lianxiang sent a river lantern to my friend, so I also sent a blessing to the girl, wishing her a smooth life and no worries."
Lianxiang looked at the lantern in Gongsun Yue's hand.
Gongsun Yue's handwriting was neat and powerful, very beautiful, with a proud and proud character, as if he was a very willful person.
But in front of her, Gongsun Yue didn't seem to be like that.
He was humble and gentle, and always maintained the demeanor of a gentleman.
It is said that the handwriting reflects the person, but she didn't seem to see the willful side of Gongsun Yue.
She took the lantern, looked at the blessing on the lantern, and was slightly stunned.
The dense blessings were all praying for her, praying for her good health and everything to go well.
Every word was sincere, as if the blessing was really going to be sent to the gods in the sky.
"I have heard many sweet words in my life, wishing me good health and success, but you are the first one."
"Master Gongsun, you are really special."
Other men were attracted by her body. Their praises were nothing more than her elegance and beauty, her kindness and kindness. Their wishes were all about eternal youth and finding a good man.
It seemed that marrying a man and having a beautiful face was her greatest happiness.
As for whether she lived a good life, was happy or not, and was healthy or not, no one cared at all.
She bowed her head slightly, inadvertently revealing her white and beautiful neck: "Thank you, Master Gongsun, I will keep you as my lantern slave."
Gongsun Yue had never seen such strange emotions in people.
Pleasure, touching, and plain.
Before Lian Xiang lowered her head, he saw some emotion in her eyes. But when she raised her head, she only had indifference in her eyes.
But her slightly red eyes made his heart ache.
"Miss Lian Xiang, when I came to Yang Liu Lou, I saw a snack shop and bought some snacks."
"If you don't mind, please accept it."
He put the snacks wrapped in a handkerchief in front of Lian Xiang.
This handkerchief was made of the finest material. It was a waste of natural resources to use such a handkerchief to wrap snacks.
Before Lian Xiang could refuse, Gongsun Yue threw down the snacks and turned away.
Lian Xiang hurriedly put the snacks on the plate beside her and took out the handkerchief.
The oil stains on the snacks had seeped onto the handkerchief, making it difficult to clean, but Lian Xiang washed it again and again carefully.
After leaving Yang Liu Lou, Gongsun Yue went to find Wen Yifan.
"I seem to have a very strange disease. Whenever I look into Miss Lian Xiang's eyes, I feel unbearable pain in my heart."
"Old Wen, should I go see Old Su?"
Wen Yifan looked at his good friend and coughed softly: "You are very strange today."
Gongsun Yue glanced at his clothes: "Really?"
"Of course, you usually carry a fan all year round like a peacock spreading its tail, but you didn't bring it today."
"I... probably because I got up late today, so I left the fan at home."
"The fan is simply a part of your body. Even if you don't eat, you will not forget your fan. Let me guess why you forgot the fan."
Wen Yifan coughed twice, drank a sip of tea, and said softly: "You must have returned the lamp, so you only remembered the lamp and not the fan, right?"
Gongsun Yue nodded: "That's right."
"Gongsun Yue, Miss Lianxiang's lamp made you lose your sense of proportion. If Miss Lianxiang stood in front of you, wouldn't you give her your life?"
"You, I'm afraid you love Miss Lianxiang without knowing it."
"How is it possible? I don't have any desire for Miss Lianxiang, how could I love her."
"I just can't control it. These eyes can't help but follow the figure of Miss Lianxiang. I hope she can live a happy life, but I have never thought of possessing her."
Wen Yifan's shoulders trembled slightly: "Gongsun Yue, how many years have we been together?"
"You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
"Why are you so kind, Gongsun Yue? Although you care about the country and have a heart full of revenge, you have never felt sorry for anyone. Even when my old friend was bedridden, I never saw you feel heartbroken for me." "
A person appears in your mind again and again, making you haunted and confused, and you still say you don't care?"
Wen Yifan stretched out his hand and poked Gongsun Yue's chest.
"As for lust?"
"Do you really not have it, or are you just pretending? You know it best."
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