It was quiet in the west, and the back of her hands was burning. Tan Yu heard her own heartbeat.
The surroundings seemed to suddenly become sultry, and the hot sandalwood face turned red.
"Yes." Tan Yu responded in a low, almost inaudible voice.
Looking at her blushing face, Zhuiyun's heart surged, and he said solemnly: "When I have some free time, I will tell the master that I will marry you."
Tan Yu hummed again.
She agreed!
Zhuiyun stretched out his hand and hugged Tanyu into his arms with excitement.
Their hearts were beating at the same time. Tan Yu leaned lightly on Zhuiyun's chest and felt the vibration in his chest.
"Tandalwood." Zhuiyun called in a low voice.
Tan Yu raised her head and asked with her eyes.
Zhuiyun's eyes fell on her lips, and his throat rolled uneasily.
Finally, he lowered his head and kissed Tanyu's blushing cheek.
Tanyu's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she pretended to look at the sunset on the horizon, but she had no intention of admiring it.
Under the quiet sunset, Leng Xing sat by the river with his legs bent, his right hand casually resting on his knee, staring at the water in trance.
Zhufeng quietly came to her side and said, "Where did Zhuiyun go? Have you seen it?"
Leng Xing ignored him.
"There are big fish in this river." Zhufeng also looked at the river with great interest.
She actually enjoys watching fish as much as he does.
Leng Xing still ignored him and frowned impatiently.
Zhufeng scratched his head: "Are you still angry? How long has this been going on? Is it over?"
Leng Xing turned to glare at him.
Zhufeng was used to it, so he sat down next to her and said, "How can you calm down? Should I give you a beating? Or buy you a drink?"
This was the most sincere way to apologize he could think of.
He has never seen someone as angry as Leng Xing. It has been almost half a year, and she has never given him a good look or even said anything to him.
This book is nothing, after all, Leng Xingyi has such a temperament and rarely talks to other people, but is extremely indifferent to him.
Zhufeng understood that Leng Xing was still angry with him.
Hearing about the fight and drinking, Leng Xing couldn't help but think of the kiss, and said angrily, "Are you done yet?"
Seeing that she was finally willing to talk to him, Zhufeng looked happy and said hurriedly: "I just want you to calm down."
"What does it have to do with you whether I calm down or not?" Leng Xing looked impatient and wanted to get up and leave.
"Hey." Zhufeng subconsciously reached out and grabbed Leng Xing's hand.
Summer was already hot, and the man's hands were even more dry and hot. Leng Xing seemed to have been burned and hurriedly knocked Zhufeng's hand away.
"If you use your hands or feet again, I won't be polite."
Zhufeng glanced at the red back of his hand and said, "I have no other intention, I just want you not to leave."
"Then go." Leng Xing glared at him with undisguised disgust.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Zhufeng's heart hurt inexplicably, and he stood up and left in silence for a moment.
Looking at Zhufeng's low back, Leng Xing was slightly stunned.
When did he become so obedient?
His ears were finally quiet, Leng Xing frowned and looked at the river, only to see ripples on the originally calm river, and it could no longer calm down.
Leng Xing picked up the stone at hand and threw it into the river angrily, causing even bigger waves.
When the sun completely sets, the wind blows away and comes back again.
"Here." Zhufeng handed a bunch of peonies to Leng Xing.
Leng Xing didn't answer and said coldly: "No."
Zhufeng glanced at the delicate and beautiful peony, then looked at the unmoved Leng Xing and said, "You don't like flowers?"
Isn’t it said that all girls like flowers?
Zhufeng looked at Leng Xing and saw that she was wearing a tight-fitting dress, her black hair was tied high, her face was heroic and cool, she did not wear makeup or jewelry, she was no different from a man, and he immediately understood.
She is not a normal girl.
"If you don't like flowers, I'll give you something else next time." Zhufeng threw the flowers to the ground and asked tentatively.
Leng Xing glanced at the peony on the ground and asked, "Why do you want to give me something?"
"I apologize." Zhufeng was very sincere.
Leng Xing frowned: "No need."
"Why? You won't forgive me?" Zhufeng also frowned.
Just one kiss. Will she hate him for the rest of her life? Isn't it?
Leng Xing stared at him angrily, too angry to speak.
Zhufeng looked confused. He didn't understand how he had offended her. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard Zhuiyun calling him, so he had to give up.
"Going back." Zhufeng finished speaking and walked away.
Anyway, Leng Xing has been angry for several months, and it’s not less than this time. If he has anything to say, he will say it next time.
Seeing Zhufeng walking away without looking back, Leng Xing quickly picked up a peony and hid it in his clothes.
On the way back, Leng Xing carefully protected the peony, but when the palace returned to his room and took it out, the delicate petals were still bruised by pressure.
Looking at this miserable, delicate flower that had been destroyed, Leng Xing poured the tea from the teapot, filled it with water and inserted it into it.
The teapot with peony looks awkward.
But Leng Xing didn't care, no one came to her house, she just wanted to look at it.
Days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye it was June.
That evening, Yu Lan took Zhuang Yun to have dinner with Mrs. Zhuang.
Seeing Yu Lan absentmindedly stirring the porridge in the bowl and not taking a bite for a long time, Mrs. Zhuang asked, "Master Zhou hasn't returned to Beijing yet?"
Yu Lan nodded and looked at the porridge in the bowl with a depressed mood.
Mrs. Zhuang comforted her and said: "Since he hasn't sent the letter back, it means that he is on his way back to Beijing. There is still a day in the west, so wait."
After hearing this, Yu Lan turned slightly red, pursed his lips and said, "I'm not worried about this, I'm afraid something will happen to him."
"Concern leads to chaos. If something really happens to him, His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely send a letter back to Beijing." Mrs. Zhuang saw it clearly.
"Let's eat, you look like you've lost weight, your wedding dress probably won't fit you anymore.
Yu Lan woke up, scooped up the porridge with a blushing face and put it into his mouth.
Zhuang Yun heard the conversation between the two, gave Yu Lan a piece of pork ribs and said, "Mom, eat more, otherwise Uncle Zhou will feel bad when he sees it and say Yun'er didn't take good care of you."
Yu Lan: "..."
"Our Yun'er is so sensible." Mrs. Zhuang smiled happily.
"Grandma, please eat more. You've also lost weight." Zhuang Yun gave Mrs. Zhuang another piece.
"Okay." Mrs. Zhuang smiled, but her eyes were red.
In a few days, Yu Lan and Zhou Boxu will get married, and Zhuang Yun will move to the princess's mansion, so he won't be able to see her every day.
I really can't bear to part with her dear grandson.
Mrs. Zhuang lowered her head to prevent Yu Lan and Zhuang Yun from seeing her strangeness, so as not to make them uncomfortable.
At night, Yu Lan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning when he heard rain falling outside the house.
Yu Lan took out the plum blossom hairpin from under the pillow and held it in his hand.
I don't know where Zhou Boxu is. Is he asleep at this time?
Why has he been gone for so long? Is it not going well?
Thinking about it, a clear tear fell from the corner of Yu Lan's eyes.
Zhou Boxu, you must come back safely.
The sound of rain lulls people to sleep.
Yu Lan held the plum blossom hairpin and fell asleep, frowning lightly.
The summer rain came and went quickly. When Yu Lan got up early the next morning, the ground was still wet, but the sun had already shown its face in the sky.
The birds on the branches chirped beautifully, and the family of five jumped around among the leaves, so happy.
Yu Lan looked at it and felt a little better.
"The spiritual bird announces good news. The master must be coming back." The maidservant, Munchun, entered the house carrying toiletries.
Yu Lan curled her lips when she heard this. After washing, she sat in front of the dressing table and dressed up.
