This was a good beginning, but it was over as soon as it started.
How could he forget about this?
When Mu Qingchao was fifteen years old, his affection for Shen Muchi was strongest.
She had not yet entered the palace at that time. She only had a glimpse of her at the spring banquet, and then she tossed and turned for a long time, thinking hard about it. She even did not give up and even expressed her true feelings before entering the palace.
A fifteen-year-old girl in bloom.
If you covet her innocence, then you have to accept her stupidity.
Mu Qingchao looked at Jiang Bo who was still silent in front of him and called him twice in confusion.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang..."
She saw that his face seemed a little unhappy.
"What's going on? It's a secret from the previous dynasty. Isn't it convenient for Mr. Jiang to tell you? In that case, let's forget it."
Her expression looked so disappointed.
She was so immersed in worrying about the fifth prince that she didn't see Chunya and Qiangwei trembling at the side, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
It took a long time before I heard Jiang Bo's voice.
"The fifth prince... is already dead."
"Dead?" When Mu Qingchao heard this, his heart trembled.
After she woke up and heard about the fall of Nanming, she could probably guess that Shen Muchi, as the prince of Nanming, was afraid that the ending would not be too good, but when she heard the answer with her own ears, she felt in a different state of mind. .
"How...how did you die?" she asked.
Jiang Bo: "I killed him."
With a "pop" sound, the spoon in her hand fell.
"Oh? Really?" She lowered her head and sorted out her emotions in a panic. She thought she could hide it well.
"That's it..." she said.
When he raised his head again, his eyes were red and he was a little flustered: "Then what... I have something else to do, so... I won't have snacks with the young master."
She stood up in a panic, bumping into the corner of the table when she got up absentmindedly, and the table moved with a creaking sound.
"Are you OK?"
Jiang Bo was a little nervous and quickly supported her.
"Does it hurt?"
Mu Qingchao didn't look at her, shook his head, turned around and walked outside.
"Girl." Chunya and Qiangwei followed her: "You haven't finished the dessert yet, don't you want to eat it?"
"I won't eat anymore, I have no appetite." Mu Qingchao's disappointed voice came from the front.
"well……"
Jiang Bo looked at her back, sighed helplessly, and sat back down heavily.
What is more lethal than white moonlight?
It’s the dead Bai Yueguang!
If he had known this, why was he hiding it? He should have told her all the bad things Shen Muchi had done, one by one, and see if she still cared about it?
What kind of vision does the fifteen-year-old Mu Qingchao have? How could he see such a thing?
Jiang Bo felt that he had a headache...
Just at this time, the waiter brought a plate of dessert in front of Jiang Bo.
"Sir, your snack."
Seeing Jiang Bo holding his forehead, he added another sentence: "What's wrong? Master, have you encountered something troublesome?"
When he turned around, he saw Mu Qingchao who had walked away, and then looked at the remaining desserts on the table.
"Ah, the little lady doesn't want to have snacks with you?"
The waiter was a talker, so Jiang Bo ignored him, but he started chatting by himself.
"Look at how you look, young master. Is this your first time meeting a girl? Have you proposed marriage?"
Jiang Bo heard the waiter's words and looked up at him in shock: "What does this have to do with proposing a marriage?"
Waiter: "We didn't propose marriage, what kind of snacks are you having?"
"Most of the people who come to our place, if they are a man and a woman, are married, or at the worst, engaged. If you do this...of course they won't want to eat with you."
Jiang Bo looked at him helplessly.
His gaze was a little scary, and it looked like a gleam on the waiter's back.
He quickly added: "No... no... I mean, the girl is thin-skinned. Even if she has a good impression of the young master in her heart, it will hinder her identity to be so unclear, right?
If the young master likes her, why not come to propose marriage?
The girl I just looked at was so beautiful that she looked like a fairy. Hehe, I have never seen her before in my whole life..."
When the waiter talked about Mu Qingchao's appearance, he couldn't help but look forward to it. When he turned around, he found Jiang Bo looking at him with wide eyes.
"Uh... ahem... I mean, my fair lady, a gentleman is easy to ask for. If you don't hurry up, what if someone else gets there first?"
The waiter in this shop said a lot of useless nonsense, but the last sentence reminded Jiang Bo.
Yes, the nights are long and the dreams are many. Previously, the mistake between him and her was the timing.
This time, there must be no further delay.
Jiang Bo thought of this, got up and headed outside.
"Hey, sir, you haven't eaten your dessert yet." The waiter shouted from behind him.
As soon as he finished speaking, something hit him.
The waiter reached out and took it, and what he got was a heavy silver ingot.
What a weirdo.
I didn't eat a bite of what I ordered, but I was so generous with it.
…………
When Mu Qingchao returned to Zhuangzi, he felt very depressed. As soon as he came back, he locked himself in the house.
When evening comes, spring buds knock on the door.
"girl."
"What's wrong?" Mu Qingchao asked inside the door.
"Master Jiang sent someone a pot of winter jasmine flowers. They are very beautiful. Where do you want me to put them?"
"What? What season is it now? Why are there still jasmine flowers?"
"That is to say, that's why this pot of winter jasmine is precious. I don't know what kind of thought the flower gardener put into raising this one. That's why this slave came to ask the girl about you.
This flower needs to be placed in the greenhouse. If you leave it outside, it will die soon."
While Chun Ya was talking, she saw Mu Qingchao opening the door from the inside.
She lowered her head and saw the flowers in Chunya's arms.
Golden and yellow, the leaves are fat and tender. When blown by the wind, I shake my body and cheer up. Not to mention how beautiful it is.
How did he know that she liked winter jasmine?
But……
Mu Qingchao didn't know how to feel when facing Mr. Jiang.
How about thanking him?
But he killed Shen Muchi.
Say you hate him?
But after all, he has been so kind to their family, so he can't be too ungrateful, can he?
I was confused, and the flowers no longer looked so cute.
"Just put it outside," she said.
"Put it outside?" Chunya was surprised.
"But...if you put it outside and the cold wind blows, wouldn't you die?"
"I told you to leave it outside. I'm annoyed. Don't bother me with such a thing."
After saying "bang", he closed the door.
Then he fell on the bed again.
Actually, she had already understood that she and the Fifth Prince were completely different people in different worlds, and she didn't have so many delusions.
But... now that he is dead, the meaning is different.
It's like a famous painting you admire. It hangs there fine. It doesn't belong to you, and you don't think it matters. But one day, the painting is suddenly burned...
This is another state of mind.
Mu Qingchao was lying down and suddenly sat up again.
She still couldn't forget the pot of winter jasmine outside...