Since the assassin committed suicide in prison last time, the traces of the investigation have been cut off. Although the matter was forced to terminate, it can be regarded as an end.
Perhaps because Jiang Huaiyang had some leisure time, Ruan Yuyi's trip to Shenghe Temple was a rare trip that was not in vain.
After she had freshened up, chosen a dress, and had lunch, she took a carriage over leisurely. When she opened the door, Jiang Huaiyang was already reading ancient books on the stone table outside.
I don't know whether I forgot or deliberately left the door open for her, but the gate to the yard was ajar.
Ruan Yuyi walked in lightly, thinking that he would not notice her because he was looking at her intently. She also deliberately walked away from him and walked behind him.
However, as a martial arts practitioner, Jiang Huaiyang was extremely sensitive to other people's scents, so she knew someone was coming in from the moment she opened the door. But knowing it was her, she didn't stop him.
Occasionally, a breeze blows through the courtyard, blowing off the dry leaves that are about to fall. The yellow leaves spin and fall in mid-air, jumping for joy, as if they are dancing. And one of them happened to fall on his lap.
within the pages of the book.
She reached out and picked up the ignorant leaf, holding it in her hand and playing with it.
Jiang Huaiyang was lowering his head. Although he knew she was standing behind him, he never expected that she would suddenly reach out and pick up the leaf. The arm that broke into his sight, even if it was covered by her wide sleeves, could
Notice its slender shape.
The breeze carried the scent of her body, which was obviously the scent of some kind of incense, but it was elegant and natural, as if she was born with it.
He was stunned when the young lady extended her arm. He suddenly felt that the book was boring, and he didn't understand how he could read it.
After Ruan Yuyi picked up the dead leaves for him, she sat down in front of him.
She noticed that there was also a plate of lychees on the table, and it seemed that now she truly realized that he and the eldest princess were from the same race, and they had the most noble blood in the world flowing through them.
It was not that she had never eaten lychees before. On the contrary, because the Ruan family had a great business when she was young, she loved these berries. Every season, her family was not short of them.
It’s just that I have never tasted this out-of-season lychee. I thought that the lychees picked in autumn would inevitably taste astringent, but as expected, the tribute is not perfunctory.
Thinking like this, she couldn't help but look at it more.
"Just take it and eat it. Wait for me to feed you." Jiang Huaiyang said quietly without raising his head.
Originally, she had no intention of eating it, after all, she had already eaten it yesterday, but after what he said, she actually took one and carefully opened the red shell, revealing the white and tender pulp inside.
come out.
For her, sitting was just sitting anyway, so she couldn't help but spend time with the lychees. Before she knew it, there was already a small pile of shells on the stone table.
Jiang Huaiyang raised his eyes and saw that she was concentrating on peeling the fruit. The round pulp was held between the two lips. When he took out the pulp, he found that she had only taken a small bite. The juice of the lychee stained her lips, which was particularly pleasant.
Yanhong, although the lipstick has been rubbed off, is still a bit more beautiful than it.
Ruan Yuyi noticed that he was looking at her, and suddenly realized that she seemed to have eaten a little too much, and then she felt embarrassed. She thought for a moment, then peeled another one off and handed it to him.
"Your Highness, do you want it?" She was just being polite. Even if he ignored that he was the prince, just because of his good looks, if he wanted to use peeled lychees, how many people would rush to peel them for him?
Who cares about her lack of sincerity?
She was about to withdraw her hand, not wanting him to grab her wrist, but then he came up and bit off half of it, leaving the other half with the black core pinched at her fingertips.
She paused for a moment before taking her hand back. She stared at the half lychee in front of her, neither eating nor feeding it.
Seeing that the prince was reading his book again, she hesitated for a long time before putting the remaining half into her mouth, chewing it twice, and catching the spit core with a handkerchief.
After swallowing the sweet pulp, she felt the tips of her ears were a little warm, and she didn't know which one was redder than the lychee shell.
Jiang Huaiyang glanced at her, slightly surprised, and his mood became subtle. He thought she would pass the remaining half to him, but he didn't expect that she would eat it herself.
He never thought that one day he would share a fruit with a woman. For him, this was a more intimate act than those things.
Perhaps because of his childhood experiences, he differentiated himself very much from others, and subconsciously disliked objects used by others, whether it was a spoon or a chopstick of food.
However, sharing a meal with her seemed normal in dreams. Therefore, he only thought that he was too deeply affected by the dream and got used to getting along with her like this.
Wen Zhi on the side saw that she had used so many lychees and was afraid that she would get angry. He was always smart and had already gone to the dining room to make herbal tea.
Not long after, a cup of light brown tea was placed in front of Ruan Yuyi. Without much hesitation, she picked it up and drank half of it. There should be rock sugar in it, which was not too bitter, but diluted the sweetness left in her mouth.
, the dryness in the throat has also disappeared.
"Do you like lychees very much?" she heard Jiang Huaiyang ask.
She had a smile on her face, and what she said was flattering, "There's nothing bad about the things here, Your Majesty."
She originally thought he was just asking casually and didn't want to leave. She had already taken a step out of the yard, but saw Wen Zhi catching up with him, holding a small half basket of lychees in his hand.
It's what's left on the plate. The bamboo basket is so exquisite that it doesn't look too small when stacked inside.
"Miss Ruan, stay here," Wen Zhi handed the bamboo basket to her and explained, "Every year, a part of these lychees will be given to our master. Unfortunately, the master is not a sweet person. Now that I see that you like to eat them, miss.
If not, then you asked me to get it for you."
This is true. There are a lot of fruits as tribute this year. Originally, they were only placed on the table to avoid looking unattractive. The master did not want to move them, but this girl used them more.
Ruan Yuyi was stunned for a moment, then bowed and took it, "Then thank you, Your Highness."
She really didn't expect that when she came to the prince's place today, she would not only eat a full stomach of lychees, but even take the uneaten ones back. She just hoped that this incident would not leave the impression of a greedy person on the prince's mind.
At this moment, she felt embarrassed, said goodbye, turned around and left.
The east wing of Cheng Mansion.
It is said that an autumn rain brings a cold, but after the rain, the fallen leaves on the ground stick to the ground, making it more difficult to sweep away than usual.
Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was still sunny and the wood spirit was restless, he took a broom and called a maid to clean up the fallen leaves along the path.
In order to ensure shade in the summer, the trees planted on both sides of the path are particularly lush, so they are like a blanket at this time, almost completely paving the path. If they are not cleaned up, there is no guarantee that they will not fall when passing by.
But the leaves are no different than other leaves. They only need to be swept into the soil on one side and they will rot on their own, which is relatively easy.
The wood spirit held a broom and piled the dead leaves inside. During the process of pulling, the things that had been abandoned under the fallen leaves by someone were actually dug out.