MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 100

At the end of September, Fashion Week finally came to an end.

Because he frequently appeared in major brand shows in this quarter, more people noticed him.

If the autumn and winter fashion week of the previous season was his first appearance, the spring and summer fashion week of this season is the rising flame.

In the past, every supermodel born in the air often had a unique trait on them, a trait that others cannot imitate-and it is obvious that Han Yun also has this trait. He is as vibrant as a sun on the catwalk Vigorous, almost tough and overbearing do not know how to converge, as bright as sunlight, but also implicitly quiet and restrained like a moonlight.

Any discerning designer can see through his unique temperament at a glance.

At first some designers could not appreciate him, thinking: "I admit that he wore clothing out of his own style. But the most important job of a model is to show clothing. He has all the clothing's limelight. How can he be a good one? What about models? "

As a result, when the runway clothing worn by Han Yun was out of stock, these designers realized that the model was born with this bowl of rice.

As a result, Han Yun's career was booming, and more brands contacted his agency, inviting him to show for the press conference, inviting him to endorse the brand, and even shoot advertisements. There are also many front-line magazine cover shooting opportunities. At one time, his job offer almost filled his mailbox, and the scenery was endless.

However, the Han Yun simply signed a few contracts and filled the rest of the year.

He didn't contact Benjamin for a long time and asked to see the progress of the wedding jersey production, as if he had forgotten it, and Fu Yuan didn't remind him. Most of the time, he followed the Korean transportation leisurely. Han Wherever Yun works, Fu Yuan follows him.

Fu Yuan's personality, which seems to be desperate, but looks at people very tightly, makes the dream of flying around the world with Han Yunman feel strange, how can there be such a man in the world? He watched everything silently, watching Han Yun's radiant appearance on the runway, and almost never disturbed him, didn't make decisions for him, but just watched his growth quietly.

Calm and detached is a bit scary, just not human.

If it wasn't for Mengmeng who saw the powerful but low-key Mr. Fu's kindness to Han Yun, and his undivided focus and affection on Han Yun, she would certainly not believe someone like Fu Yuan would like it. another person.

As an outsider, she naturally did not understand.

Fu Yuan's life is long and lonely. It is necessary to know that the new born is not wanting to be empty-hearted, and may not always be affectionate. Han Yun is only twenty years old. He is still childish and has naivety in his character. Twenty years, Yu Fuyuan's age is just a drop in the ocean.

The future is so long, he does not want Han Yun to be like him, prematurely losing today's still pure happiness.

No matter how Han Yun avoided, Benjamin's phone still arrived as expected: "kg, your customized clothes are now finished. Will you pick them up in Paris or I will send them to Beijing?"

Han Yun was filming a set of covers with the camel in the Sahara desert, and when he heard the words dark, he said in a verbal way, "I am still working in Morocco ..."

"You definitely won't go to church for a wedding dress, will you? Give me the address and I will air transport you home." After the relationship became familiar, Benjamin was a funny and easy to reach person.

"There is no one in my family, after all I still ..."

Benjamin: "No ... you ... have ..."

The signal was weak, what did he say, and Han Yun couldn't hear: "What did you say? Uh?"

"... I wait ... Hey, hey, I don't have a good signal ..." The signal in the desert was poor. Han Yun simply ended the call, took a sip of water, and continued to take hard photos in the hot sun.

After a few minutes of shooting, the sky suddenly rolled up, and the staff of the magazine shouted, "It's a sandstorm!"

Sandstorms often occur in the desert, but this time it seems very different. The wild sand rolled up a hundred meters high and looked like a golden smoke cloud in the sun, a strong wind rolled in.

The camera that the photographer carried on his shoulder fell to the ground. The photographer opened his eyes wide and said, "My God! How could there be such a high dust storm!"

When Huang Sha rushed to his face, everyone squatted behind the dodging involuntarily-only Han Yun seemed to be unaffected. The gravel seemed to avoid him deliberately and blew to other places, so Han Yun only felt A little breeze, but he could see the terrible sand storm, scaring people's legs soft.

The sky was getting closer and closer, Han Yun heard the screams of the magazine employees, all of whom were called God Jesus. When Han Yun took a closer look, he found that the sand was in the middle, wrapped in a thick black Sand, and approaching faster and faster.

Han Yun raised his head high, and found that the intense sandstorm had even blocked the sky from being seen.

Eventually, the dust storm covered the crowd, and they could see nothing. Han Yun felt only a wave of wind gently wrapping his body like a pair of soft arms.

Han Yun was lying in the wind, his vision was blocked, he could not see at all, but he knew who was here.

He closed his eyes and lowered his voice and called, "Mysterious?"

The animal who answered him was a whine that resembled a wolf and a tiger howling, and when you heard it, you knew it was a ferocious beast.

Han Yun's heart moved, trying to open his eyes but couldn't open it, was stopped by an invisible force.

He thought that perhaps the essence of Fu Yuan appeared.

"Is it you? Where are you?" Han Yun stretched out his hand, fumbled around like a blind man. This feeling of riding in the wind but completely invisible was like walking in the clouds, which was very unreal.

Soon, Han Yun felt another force holding him up. He was lying on a pile of fur, softer than the carpet at home, and reaching out to touch the border. Han Yun jumped in his heart, slowly opened his eyes, saw only two huge dragon horns close by, and heard a voice: "Don't open your eyes."

Fu Yuan's voice was deeper and thicker than usual, and his voice was not like a human voice.

Han Yun finally decided this time, this is really Fu Yuan!

It is the body of Fu Yuan!

So handsome!

Han Yun held his hair in both hands, and his head was also scratched in his hair, wishing to roll on him, this fur is so soft!

Han Yun heard the sound of drifting sand in his ears and a sense of falling, but the hair holding his body was so soft that there was no fear in his heart. Gradually, his eyelids could not feel light. Into a thick darkness.

For about half a minute, the wind stopped and the sound of sand stopped.

Han Yun lay on his back: "I ... can I open my eyes?" He said, he had opened his eyes secretly, but his eyes were completely black, and there was no difference between closing his eyes.

Fu Yuan: "Wait."

Han Yun was lying on his back without moving, thinking in his heart how big Fu Yuan was.

Soon, Han Yun saw the light, and the night pearls lit up.

Han Yun sat up from Fu Yuan's back and looked up around his head.

This is a huge and ornate underground palace-to be precise, an underground mausoleum.

There is no language to describe its magnificence, gold is everywhere, and when there is light in the mausoleum, gold dazzles even more.

"Where is this?" Han Yun was sitting on his back, and he looked down at Fu Yuan. This is a black beast full of body. It is bigger than the biggest animal that Han Yun has ever seen. It is huge and fierce. Two dragon horns have grown.

Han Yun didn't dare to touch his horn, because Fu Yuan said that touching the horn in their language meant "to be happy". Han Yun touched his hair, turned his head to see his big furry tail, like a fox's tail, couldn't help but reach out and touched it. As a result, Fu Yuan's tail also belonged to the forbidden area.

Fu Yuan's tail was raised, his body was slightly on one side, and Han Yun on his back was let down. Then, among the rotating black gravel, Fu Yuan recovered the human form.

Under the corner of the robe's robe was the black tail he could not hide.

Han Yun stared at his tail and slipped in, his heart tickling: "Why, can't you touch the tail?"

Fu Yuan avoided his question, and then answered his last question: "This is His Majesty's Tomb."

Han Yun: "..."

In the face of his tomb, Han Yun was not afraid, but he felt a little complicated, and at the same time, he was afraid that there would be some "dirty" dirty things.

He looked up helplessly and looked around.

The space he was in was very open, larger than a football field, and full of gold, and even the liquid gold flowing in the grooves on the wall was molten.

Its luxury is hard to imagine.

Han Yun was silent for a while, and asked Fu Yuan nervously: "Isn't I ... still shooting in the desert, why did I come here suddenly?"

Fu Yuan explained clearly the former cause and effect. It turned out that the emperor's tomb of Han Yun was found. Archaeologists made a shallow excavation. The government also planned to build a museum on it, and it was noisy to Fu Yuan's tranquility. Moved a huge tomb with all his strength.

It is more troublesome to move such a large space silently, and to ensure that the mountains above do not collapse.

Although Fu Yuan can call the wind and rain, he is best at controlling sand. He prefers to live in the ups and downs of the sand than living in the sky, so he moved this huge tomb to the center of the desert.

His understatement of explanation made Han Yun aware of a serious problem: "Wait, I was buried here after my death. What about you?"

Fu Yuan's voice was low: "Natural and His Majesty were buried together." He held up a hand from Han Yun, "All in the world, I alone will bury His Majesty with my Majesty, and my fellow officials will be with you."

Every emperor died, there will be countless people to bury with him, in order to serve the king after death. However, Han Yun was different. No one was buried with him after his death. One is that after he was absent, he was able to secure the throne.

Han Yun heard that there were no dead people, and his tight heart was loose, and he patted his chest, almost scaring him.

When Fu Yuan looked at him, he knew what he was thinking and couldn't help laughing.

Since there is no burial, there is no yin, and because of the existence of Fu Yuan, his town tomb beast has made the emperor's mausoleum and yang very heavy. For thousands of years, no evil spirit has dared to approach.

Therefore, here is much quieter and cleaner than the ground. Han Yun went around in it, and when he saw those familiar text objects, he even felt a sense of tranquility when he returned home.

It's just that he didn't know what it meant for Fu Yuan to bring himself here. To be honest, he didn't want to see his body.

In the tomb, in addition to the indestructible tombs built of gold in the middle, there is more space. After Han Yun walked in, he did not meet any organs. He even saw his royal palace again here, the entire imperial city. Are all restored here!

Here is the Weiyang Palace where he lived, his palace and dragon bed, the Golden Palace of his early dynasty, the imperial garden where he spends flowers but he rarely visits, all here, as ever.

Han Yun stood in the middle of the emperor's mausoleum as bright as the day, and his eyes were sad and sorrowful, as if all kinds of glory and shame in the past, all returned to him in an instant.

"His Majesty."

Han Yun turned his head to look at him. Fu Yuan is wearing a luxurious Fengguanxiayu, and the phoenix on his head is, from time to time, a traditional phoenix, and at first glance it is a man's accessories. However, Han Yun is very clear about this clothing. That wedding dress!

Somehow, Fu Yuan wore it, but the size was definitely not appropriate, but he still wore it, indicating that he had cast a spell.

He opened his mouth: "Master Fu, you ..."

Fu Yuan was holding the groom's suit and his hands were in front of him. His black eyes were as inscrutable as ever, but the red suit on his body reflected the warm soft light: "In this suit, you and me People are married and married, bald and old. "

Han Yun's heart was beating violently, beating lightly and quickly, and the light and shadow clearly blurred his handsome outline. He had a feeling in his heart that was in harmony with Fu Yuan's heart. When he was in love, did he talk to him?

Han Yun bowed his head, didn't pick up the Jifu holding in his hand, and grabbed his wrist: "You want me to dress alone?"

Fu Yuan looked up at his eyes.

Han Yun smiled calmly. He took Fu Yuan's hand and strode into the temple: "Queen, wait for me to change clothes."

There is no one's golden palace in the empty mausoleum, but some people worship here.