Мой первый муж после переселения душ

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They're a perfect match; they should get married soon.

"Is there something you need, Lord Shen?" Sheng An retreated behind Chou Qian and could only hear his voice.

"It's nothing, I just missed him and came to see him."

Chouqian finally looked up at me, but seemed dissatisfied and looked down at the table again.

"Is that so?" Saint Anne's voice rose slightly, probably having heard quite a few rumors.

Go ahead and pretend. Even a tigress can't pretend to be a rabbit; the genetic differences are too great.

"Is that not okay?" I'm just trying to provoke you, that's all I'm doing.

"OK."

I moved closer to Chouqian, put my arm around his waist and playfully punched him. "Qianqian and I have been brothers for so many years, our relationship is very strong."

Someone stared at me, and I almost said goodbye to her, feeling both elegant and noble. "Lord Shen, are you perhaps a little more restrained?"

"Dieting? I'm not fat." She won't admit to being fat either.

Chou Qian said, "Give your opinion on this painting."

I leaned closer to take a look: "A dark and windy night, a time when fox spirits wreak havoc."

Saint Anne replied, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is a new story released by Moonlight, 'The Legend of the White Fox.' In this painting, the water is rippling and the mountains are high. The white fox is concerned that no one cares about her, and her loneliness is always ignored."

Bah! Bah! Bah! Tomorrow I'll change my writing style and write that white fox as a spirit, then let's see how arrogant you are.

Chou Qian said, "The story is intricate and the artistic conception is profound. Zi Yi, don't be too demanding when you're in the mood."

"Okay." I'll give you an out, but why are you drawing him if you have nothing better to do?

"Young Master Sikong's paintings are truly masterpieces!" Saint Ann said, her head bowed, her pink cheeks looking as if they had been dyed.

When I speak to them, they have two different attitudes: ugly, humble, and silent.

"Give me a break! Even the author couldn't write a decent piece, what are you trying to say!"

Saint Anne glared at me when Chou Qian wasn't looking, and I accepted it gracefully; being noticed by a woman proves my charm.

Chouqian put down his pen, and I let go of his arms. He moved the painting to the window to dry, and Sheng'an helped him.

Sigh! Look at them—they're living in perfect harmony, already showing affection. Clearly, they're trying to provoke their old flame in front of their new love.

I chose an inconspicuous spot and sat there chewing on a plate of peanuts.

"Young Master Sikong, how about composing a poem for this painting?"

Chou Qian raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. Sheng An wasn't discouraged. She shamelessly tried to use her charm on Chou Qian: "Want to write? I want to see Young Master Sikong write poetry."

Let me throw up! Quickly put the peanuts on a plate and eat them later. Let them digest.

Chou Qian picked up the pen, unsure whether he wanted to show off or if the beauty's smile was simply more appealing:

A thousand years of solitude, a thousand years of intoxication.

A thousand-year wait has brought me back to my dream.

Why suffer for love?

When the dance begins, the man swirls around him.

"A fine poem." Sheng An accepted Chou Qian's masterpiece, a smile filling his eyes: "Young Master Sikong, may I offer a humble poem?"

What's going on, a poetry contest? I leaned back in my chair, purely admiring the happy life of an ancient aristocratic couple.

Saint Anne picked up her pen, her handwriting delicate and graceful, like a refined jade:

You are a lone boat,

It carries with it all sorrow.

My concubine said we should be together from birth.

I share your worries.

I'm full! I'm full from being disgusted by you all.

"Princess Sheng'an has excellent literary talent." It's as if she's saying that radishes are six cents a pound today.

Saint Ann was overjoyed. I took a sip of tea, ate a piece of Suzhou cake, and watched the period romance drama while swinging my legs on my chair (I'm usually very magnanimous and don't get jealous easily, but if I do, it's hard to say).

"Young Master Sikong, I think that white fox was so foolish. She loved for a thousand years and waited for a thousand years, but in the end she still lost her." Sheng An said with regret.

"The ending of a relationship is not the end result," Chou Qian said calmly.

"I love happy endings." Saint An glanced longingly at Chou Qian. "If I can find the Moon Prince, I'll definitely make him rewrite the ending."

That's domineering! You think I'll just write whatever you tell me to write?!

Chou Qian glanced at him, probably as if he were looking at thin air: "Tragedy isn't necessarily unpleasant."

Hopeless, he doesn't even know how to coax a girl. You should say something like, "In love, our relationship will definitely be a comedy."

"But tragedies are rare. Both the Crown Prince and the Minister of Works are very happy, and so is Lu Meimei."

Fools. I don't think any of them are happy except for Lu Susu. But whether Lu Susu is happy or not depends on my mood. If these women were interested in me, I definitely wouldn't let them down. Unfortunately, I ran into an ugly, pretentious freak: "It's none of my business."