At this time, Yu Youwei looked at Chen Hao with a pale face, and her face was gasping for breath. It was obvious that she had consumed a lot of her energy to throw the porcelain bowl just now. She could naturally hear the sound of opening and closing the door clearly, but she had no strength to throw things again.

"Who asked you to come in? Get out of here. I don't want to see anyone! Get out!" Yu Youwei seemed too lazy to turn her face, so she scolded in a faint voice.

After a long time, there was no movement in the boudoir. At this time, Yu Youwei also recovered from her efforts just now. Then, her eyebrows frowned and turned her face in a angrily manner, and her delicate body trembled and scolded: "You... are you!?"

Just when she was about to scold the person, Yu Youwei found that the person standing in front of her was Chen Hao who smiled gently at her. At this moment, she suddenly felt that her anger had just disappeared in an instant. Yu Youwei stared at the man in front of her. She was still in a state of uneasy just now, but she was extremely quiet.

Chen Hao just looked at the decorations in the room. The light red curtain was tied aside, with a gold edge on the bottom, and the incense burner was lightly lit, emitting a misty fragrance, which made people feel clear, but they were confused. There was a Wu Zheng on the table, which was quite elegant. The book pavilion on the west side was filled with many books, and occasionally a few books were scattered on the table... Chen Hao couldn't help but nodded in his heart, thinking that although Yu Youwei was not well-known in later generations, she had to be said to be a rare talented woman.

Seeing Yu Youwei looking at him, her emotions that had just lost control were indeed relieved. Chen Hao was also slightly stunned, thinking that Wen Tingyun was saying true? But he knew that this was not the time of doubt, so he smiled and said softly: "Why, you have such a big temper!"

As he said that, he walked into Yu Youwei. Yu Youwei stared at Chen Hao who was coming towards him, and his eyes were already a little hazy. But suddenly his hazy eyes became scared. Then he grabbed the carpet beside him and wrapped himself, tearing off the curtain to cover his body, and said in a panic in a terrifying tone: "Don't come over, don't pass..." At the end of his speech, there was a sob. Yu Youwei wrapped herself in a corner of the bed, unwilling to Chen Hao to get close to her.

Chen Hao stopped, with a hint of unbearableness in his eyes. He understood that Yu Youwei didn't want him to see those shocking scars. Chen Hao sighed slightly, and then said softly in a comforting tone: "Huilan, listen to me, the scars you will never heal without taking medicine, you..."

"I don't want to listen! I don't want to listen!" Yu Youwei covered her ears frantically, shouting like crazy: "Even if it is healed, so what? My scar will never fade! Instead of living like this, let me die slowly..."

Listening to Yu Youwei's screams, Chen Hao felt extremely uncomfortable, but he was speechless about Yu Youwei's extreme idea. He thought that this idea was too extreme, and it was no wonder that Yu Youwei in history went from a female poet in the Tang Dynasty to a famous nun prostitute. Once, when Chen Hao read Yu Xuanji's story in later generations, he always didn't understand why a female poet with noble character eventually became a famous nun prostitute and was despised by future generations.

Now that Chen Hao saw that Yu Youwei had such extreme thoughts, his previous doubts became much relieved. According to historical records, Yu Youwei had a crush on Wen Tingyun, and many poems were also passed down in later generations. However, in Chen Hao's view, this was just a kind of father-loving complex. For a girl who lost her father since childhood, Wen Tingyun was not only his benefactor, but also his master and more like his father.

Later, for the happiness of Yu Youwei, Wen Tingjun married Yu Youwei to the young and promising Li Yi. However, Li Yi was a person who refused to admit his words after eating. Yu Youwei not only became his concubine, but was finally driven out of the Li family. He felt the coldness of Yu Youwei in his heart and became a monk and a nun. However, this name was not a good name, but a lustful prostitute who was despised by literati.

Chen Hao once thought through words and thought for thousands of years to figure out what kind of woman this woman, who was like her Taoist name, was like her. Now standing in front of the prototype of Yu Xuanji, Chen Hao finally understood why this woman was heading to the road of no return. It was not that she did not care about life or fear of death, but that her extreme personality made her lose hope for life. There is no greater sorrow than death in her heart. A person without hope was not as good as death in life, so she was willing to fall and give up on herself...

Chen Hao thought for a long time and thought for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "Huilan, a person should not be extreme in his life! Since it happened, it is already a fact. Instead of letting it worsen, it is better for us to make up for it. You are still young and the road ahead is still long... Besides, those who care about you will naturally not mind your scars. Those who don't care about you are not worth your concern. Huilan, what do you think?"

The words fell but there was no response. The whole boudoir was quiet. But Yu Youwei, at a corner of the bed, gradually calmed down her trembling body, and the crying sound gradually became much smaller. After a long time, Yu Youwei stopped crying, raised her already swollen eyes, looked at Chen Hao with tears in her eyes, and then gently opened her mouth and asked softly: "What about you? Do you mind?"

Forehead……

Chen Hao did not expect Yu Youwei to ask such a question. After a brief moment of being stunned, he knew that Yu Youwei's obsession had begun to loosen at this moment, so he continued to smile gently and said, "Of course I won't mind, don't forget, I am your cheap cousin!"

Puff!

When Yu Youwei heard Chen Hao talk about this, he finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. When he thought of the scene in the prison, Yu Youwei smiled with a curled eyebrows like a moon on her pale face and said, "Your cousin is not cheap, the only cousin in the world!"

Seeing that Yu Youwei had become much more stable, a big rock in her heart finally fell to the ground. She thought that it was really tiring to talk to a woman, and her mind had to keep up with the rhythm. Just when Chen Hao was glad that the task was completed, Yu Youwei, who was still smiling, suddenly became sad again. Yu Youwei tightened the curtain beside her again and whispered softly with a very inferiority: "Do you know why Huilan didn't want to admit that she was your sister in prison that day?"

Forehead……

Chen Hao thought to himself that your thinking is too jumpy, how could I know what you think! But Chen Hao, who claims to be smart, cannot speak out in a blunt manner when the situation is unknown, so he had to pretend to be profound and stand in the distance and smile without saying a word.

When Yu Youwei saw Chen Hao smiling, she didn't want to explore the other party's knowledge or not. Instead, she whispered herself: "Although Huilan is a poor girl who does not seek extravagant hopes, she has long loved the Marquis. Huilan is far away from the clouds and muds, but she still has a trace of hope! If I responded in the prison that day, I would become your sister, and then my last trace of hope would be shattered!"
Chapter completed!