Oh, forget it, I'm so tired, let her relax for a while. Anyway, there are no rice cookers and natural gas in ancient times, so cooking will definitely take a long time...
As soon as she relaxed a little, Ling Beibei began to feel sleepy. The hand that was originally holding her face finally dropped it because she couldn't resist the sleepiness.
Ling Beibei lay on the desk and began to fall asleep.
…
Lian Che finished handling the matter and dinner was almost ready. Thinking that there was still a letter to be delivered to the study, Lian Che returned to the study.
As soon as I entered the house, I felt a little too quiet.
When I walked into the study again, I saw a person lying on the desk, sleeping soundly.
When I walked closer, I could vaguely see something crystal clear at the corner of her mouth...
Lian Che walked to the desk and took over the sealed letter, moving a little more gently.
He originally wanted to wake her up, but when he almost touched her back with his hand, Lian Che hesitated.
Lowering his eyes, what he saw was her sleeping profile.
For some reason, seeing her sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her up.
A ray of breeze blew in from the window, making some noise on the drawing paper on the table.
Lian Che retracted his hand, glanced out the window lightly, took the letter, turned around, and walked away softly.
Before leaving, he also closed the open window.
…
When Ling Beibei woke up, it was completely dark, too dark to be true.
Her stomach was already starting to feel sour from hunger.
What's going on? Is the meal not ready yet?
Why didn't anyone call her?
Feeling that the corner of her mouth was wet, Ling Beibei took out a pack of tissues from her backpack. She originally wanted to take one out to wipe her mouth, but after thinking about it, she put it back.
This tissue... there is only this pack. When it is used up, it will be gone.
This is ancient times, not modern times, and there is no such thing as paper towels.
Besides, the things in this backpack have now become her only connection with modern times... She came here carrying this bag, and maybe one day, relying on these things, she can go back.
Thinking about it, Ling Beibei wiped her face with her sleeves in disgust.
…
When Ling Beibei left the study carrying her backpack, she happened to bump into a maid.
This maid was the one who helped her get dressed in the afternoon.
"Miss Ling, are you awake?" Seeing Ling Beibei coming out, the maid said happily.
Ling Beibei nodded, a little confused: "What's wrong?"
Why does she feel that this maid is a little weird? She just woke up, what's there to be happy about?
"The prince asked me to invite you to have a meal!" The maid then said hurriedly: "You are the first person in the prince's palace who can have a meal with the prince!" The maid said, not hiding her excitement at all.
It seemed that she was the first person to have dinner with the prince.
Their prince is used to being alone. Whether he is dining or resting, he only takes some people with him when he goes out.
Hearing this, Ling Beibei was a little surprised and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Perhaps because she had lived in modern times for many years, at the beginning, Ling Beibei didn't have much feelings about the prince's identity. She just knew that the prince's identity was very noble.
But now, judging from the attitude of the people in this house towards him, she began to understand a little bit what it means to be noble and what it means to be superior.
Before Ling Beibei could say anything, the maid started to pull her towards the dining room. Oh, forget it, she's so tired, so let her rest her head for a while. Anyway, there were no rice cookers and natural gas in ancient times.
The dishes must have taken him a long time...
As soon as she relaxed a little, Ling Beibei began to feel sleepy. The hand that was originally holding her face finally dropped it because she couldn't resist the sleepiness.
Ling Beibei lay on the desk and began to fall asleep.
…
Lian Che finished handling the matter and dinner was almost ready. Thinking that there was still a letter to be delivered to the study, Lian Che returned to the study.
As soon as I entered the house, I felt a little too quiet.
When I walked into the study again, I saw a person lying on the desk, sleeping soundly.
When I walked closer, I could vaguely see something crystal clear at the corner of her mouth...
Lian Che walked to the desk and took over the sealed letter, moving a little more gently.
He originally wanted to wake her up, but when he almost touched her back with his hand, Lian Che hesitated.
Lowering his eyes, what he saw was her sleeping profile.
For some reason, seeing her sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her up.
A ray of breeze blew in from the window, making some noise on the drawing paper on the table.
Lian Che retracted his hand, glanced out the window lightly, took the letter, turned around, and walked away softly.
Before leaving, he also closed the open window.
…
When Ling Beibei woke up, it was completely dark, too dark to be true.
Her stomach was already starting to feel sour from hunger.
What's going on? Is the meal not ready yet?
Why didn't anyone call her?
Feeling that the corner of her mouth was wet, Ling Beibei took out a pack of tissues from her backpack. She originally wanted to take one out to wipe her mouth, but after thinking about it, she put it back.
This tissue... there is only this pack. When it is used up, it will be gone.
This is ancient times, not modern times, and there is no such thing as paper towels.
Besides, the things in this backpack have now become her only connection with modern times... She came here carrying this bag, and maybe one day, relying on these things, she can go back.
Thinking about it, Ling Beibei wiped her face with her sleeves in disgust.
…
When Ling Beibei left the study carrying her backpack, she happened to bump into a maid.
This maid was the one who helped her get dressed in the afternoon.
"Miss Ling, are you awake?" Seeing Ling Beibei coming out, the maid said happily.
Ling Beibei nodded, a little confused: "What's wrong?"
Why does she feel that this maid is a little weird? She just woke up, what's there to be happy about?
"The prince asked me to invite you to have a meal!" The maid then said hurriedly: "You are the first person in the prince's palace who can have a meal with the prince!" The maid said, not hiding her excitement at all.
It seemed that she was the first person to have dinner with the prince.
Their prince is used to being alone. Whether he is dining or resting, he only takes some people with him when he goes out.
Hearing this, Ling Beibei was a little surprised and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Perhaps because she had lived in modern times for many years, at the beginning, Ling Beibei didn't have much feelings about the prince's identity. She just knew that the prince's identity was very noble.
But now, judging from the attitude of the people in this house towards him, she began to understand a little bit what it means to be noble and what it means to be superior.
Before Ling Beibei could say anything, the maid began to pull her towards the dining room.