Chapter 322: Prime Minister, please don't be shy [16]
Zijin curled his lips and said, "Master, do you really not like talking to me? My feet hurt so much! Without anyone to talk to me to divert my attention, I should be in pain again!"
While saying this, Chunyu Zijin pretended to be pitiful and took a breath of air.
Lan Qingruo did not refute, but simply said, "After the princess's wound is bandaged, do not touch the water to avoid festering."
Lan Qingruo's slender fingers flew back and forth, and the white gauze wrapped around Chunyu Zijin's feet bit by bit as his fingers flew.
Zijin lowered his head and looked at the man squatting in front of him. He was bandaging her wounds tenderly and meticulously, and a pair of hands as pure as white jade were moving on the instep of her feet.
One hand was supporting her foot, and the other was wrapped in white gauze, wrapped with concentration.
The moonlight and stars shone brightly on his side face, Lan Qingruo's beautiful eyebrows were dyed with a moon-white halo, and his long hair was like flowing spring silk, falling quietly down his shoulders.
For a time, this man became extremely eye-catching...
"Lan... Qing... Ruo..."
Chunyu Zijin murmured, but inadvertently called out the man's name.
This man's name is like his person, lonely and ethereal, gentle but alienated.
Listening to the woman's clear voice like a nightingale calling out his name, Lan Qingruo's movements slowed down.
"What do you want the princess to do?" Lan Qingruo raised her head slightly and looked at Chunyu Zijin with a solemn expression.
Chunyu Zijin was stunned and accidentally fell into Lan Qingruo's attention.
Lan Qingruo's eyes were like a pool of spring water, clear and warm.
The dark eyes were full of seriousness and indifference.
Their eyes met, and Zijin's intuition moved in vain -
She was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it. How do you like this poem, Mr. Prime Minister?"
Zijin smiled with crooked eyebrows. The greatest advantage of this time-traveling girl is that I can recite poems!
Just a few lines of poetry can be passed down through the ages.
As for whether I wrote it myself, it is no longer important in this fictional history.
Lan Qingruo pondered slightly, "There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is full of joy for you, but you don't know it... A good poem, it is indeed a good poem. I didn't expect that the princess is not only brilliant in strategy, but also has such outstanding talent."
With Lan Qingruo's movements, the gauze was already bandaged.
Chunyu Zijin was not in a hurry, leaning back slightly and squinting at Lan Qingruo.
"Does the Prime Minister really understand this poem?"
There was a strange light in Chunyu Zijin's eyes, and the smile slowly spread at the corner of his mouth.
"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it. This is a poem about a woman's secret love for a man~~"
"Princess——" Lan Qingruo was slightly stunned, and then she realized that this was a trap set by Chunyu Zijin.
Suddenly, a few blushes appeared on the handsome face.
Hey, poor Prime Minister, he was teased again——
On the streets of the imperial capital, there was a sound of a windlass turning, accompanied by the sound of bells on the horses' necks.
The woman's singing, accompanied by the clear ringing of horse bells, came faintly all the way.
The good-hearted man stuck his head out and saw a white horse snorting and dragging a carriage walking on the streets of the imperial capital.
What is really surprising is that the driver is none other than Tianche's Prime Minister, Lan Qingruo, who is as gentle as jade and has an unparalleled beauty.