Ruan Yuyi has been feeling a little sleepy these past two days and doesn't like to move. After meals, she usually does some activities in the yard, but now she doesn't even need to take a walk.
Although she was unwilling to move around, it was clear that her face was as bright as a peach blossom, and she did not seem to be sick. Mu Ling did not know that the relationship between the young lady and the prince was close, and he was afraid that the young lady was depressed, so he found an opportunity to ask.
"What sad thing has happened to the young lady recently? Did the prince bully you?" As she said this, she believed it herself, as if she was going to kill the young lady to get an explanation for her if she said yes.
She was embroidering a handkerchief, but she was wondering why the wood spirit asked such a question. After hearing the second half of the sentence, she didn't know what she thought of, and her face turned redder, "Don't talk nonsense."
Mu Ling saw the strange look on her face, so he kept asking. No matter how much Ruan Yuyi wanted to change the topic, she could always return to what she said before.
After a few rounds of conversation, Ruan Yuyi was too lazy to talk to her anymore, so she spoke tactfully.
Mu Ling's eyes lit up and he felt that the young lady would finally survive this hard life. He felt happy and said that he would ask Sister Mu Xiang to make cakes for the young lady.
She suddenly felt funny and asked, "Why didn't you do it yourself?"
Mu Ling was a little embarrassed, "My slave's craftsmanship is not impressive enough. Isn't this because I'm afraid of treating the young lady's tongue badly?"
So she went to look for Muxiang. There was no one around Ruan Yuyi, so she temporarily called Qingdai from outside.
Qingdai originally wanted to chat with Ruan Yuyi for a few words, but it could be seen that she lowered her head and embroidered the handkerchief and had no intention of joking with her. She felt that it was awkward to speak at this time, so she gave up her thoughts and just stood aside.
There was nothing to say for a moment, but when Mu Ling came in with a letter in his hand, the atmosphere became more lively.
"Miss," Mu Ling handed over the letter, "the boy guarding the door said, this is brought to you by a girl in beautiful clothes."
She felt strange. After thinking about it, she couldn't remember which girl she had met in Beijing. "Can you tell me who that girl is?" She took the letter, but there was no signature on the paper bag containing the letter.
Mu Ling shook his head, "I heard that she is a stranger, but that girl is actually pretty."
Hearing this, she could only think about the letter from Wuzhou, but if it was a letter from home without a signature, how would the courier know where to send it?
Speaking of which, it's true that I haven't heard from home for a long time.
Confused, she took out the gold-sprinkled letter and unfolded it. She read it carefully, but she felt more and more something was wrong.
This is a letter from the young man I met on the day the kite was released.
He didn't say anything important. He just asked her if she was well these days, and then expressed his thoughts and love for her in a few words. Her words were so straightforward that her face glowed with warmth.
At the end of the letter, there was also a poem attached. She had dabbled in poetry before, and she could tell at a glance that it was an erotic poem.
She folded the letter back according to its original crease and held it in her hand.
She really didn't expect that the prince would be so bold and send the letter directly to her house. At the end of the letter, there was also a poem attached. She had dabbled in poetry before, so she knew it was an erotic poem at a glance.
She folded the letter back according to its original crease and held it in her hand.
She really didn't expect that the prince would be so bold and send the letter directly to her house. But she absolutely could not keep the appointment mentioned in the letter.
It took a lot of effort to get the prince to accept her, but if he found out about it, she wouldn't get even half a cent from it.
Just as she was thinking about this, Mu Xiang came in with chestnut flour cake and took Qing Dai out. Seeing Ruan Yuyi's expression was strange, she asked casually, "Miss, what happened?"
She said nothing and handed them the gold letter in her hand.
Mu Xiang and Mu Xiang gathered together to read. Before she finished reading, Mu Xiang raised her head and said, "Miss, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this appointment. It's also best to burn the letter, lest someone dig it out at some point and call someone."
Got the handle."
That's exactly what she thought, and she nodded slightly in agreement.
Although it was written in the tone of the prince, the handwriting was delicate and graceful. It was obviously not the handwriting of a man. It must have been written by a maid next to him.
It can be seen from this that he may have just acted on a whim, and if he didn't reply to him, it would be over by now.
Thinking like this, she didn't pay much attention.
Mu Xiang took the candlestick, walked to the bluestone road on one side, lit a corner of the letter, and then placed it on the ground. She stared at the letter and burned most of it. After making sure that the fire would not go out, she returned to the wing.
The door was creaked shut, preventing people from seeing what was going on inside.
The flames licked the gold-sprinkled fine letter bit by bit, turning everything it passed into ashes. Qingdai looked around, came over with a broom, and extinguished the fire with a few blows.
There is still a palm-sized corner left on the bluestone board.
She leaned over and picked it up.
It only took one glance, but her expression changed drastically. She recognized the handwriting. The owner of the handwriting was relatively close to her in the past, and she couldn't be more familiar with it.
That person was the only literate maid around the master, so if the master was too lazy to pick up a pen, he would give her a hand. Whenever this happened, she could get more benefits than others, and the master seemed to regard her more favorably.
Qing Dai clenched the remaining paper in her hand and gritted her teeth secretly.
She did not expect that her master would interact with her. At that time, she could see a man in black clothes beside her cousin, and at that time, her cousin had not yet reconciled with the eldest son of the Cheng family.
The master must have been deceived by her innocent and harmless appearance.
She felt secretly resentful in her heart and wanted to throw away the disgusting remnant of paper. She raised her hand halfway, paused, and put it into her sleeve. She swept away the ashes with a broom, as if they were all burned.
In the wing room, several people were unaware of Qingdai's emotional ups and downs in the courtyard. Instead, they talked and laughed, not taking the letter just now to heart.
After all, no one would think that a romantic man could be so devoted to a woman he had only met once or twice.
When she went to the temple the next day, Jiang Huaiyang did not stay in the courtyard with her, but wanted to take her to the street.
The carriage swayed to a stop.
Ruan Yuyi looked around and found that although this place was far away from Cheng Mansion, it was not a deserted place. There were all the shops around, and life was cheap.
She had never been to this place before, so she didn't know why. She only knew that he didn't want to abduct her and buy her.
She tugged on his sleeve to attract his attention, "Your Highness, what are we doing here?"
During the intimacy in the past few days, she found that the prince just had a cold temper and was more aggressive on the couch, but he was quite easy to talk to her at ordinary times, so he was not so reserved.
Jiang Huaiyang was very tall. If she kept raising her head to talk to him, her neck would be sore.
The afternoon sun was exceptionally soft, and when she looked at him, he was facing the backlight.
The autumn sunshine did not have much heat, but was very gentle. The light seemed to surround him with a golden rim. The cold aura on his body also dissipated a lot, and he looked like an ordinary young man.
As gentle as jade.
He opened his thin lips lightly and said in a calm voice, "Didn't you mention that you wanted a yard before?"