The young master was so angry at Ruyi's heartless appearance.
"Mr. Chu, eat more." Miss Zhu moved her jade fingers and gave Chu Ao a piece of fish.
The young master thought to himself whether Ruyi's attitude toward him might be because he was too good to her. If he was also kind to other women, she would realize the crisis.
He must make her jealous, the young master thought.
He smiled slightly, picked up a piece of Dongpo pork and put it on Miss Zhu's plate: "Miss Zhu, please eat more."
This move deeply moved Miss Zhu, and she realized that her heart was hopeless.
The whole meal was spent in "Master, please eat more" and "Miss, please eat more".
After finishing the meal, the young master put away his smiling face towards Miss Zhu. The fake smile was so tiring that his mouth almost twitched when he smiled.
He turned his head and glanced at Ruyi, only to see Ruyi covering her round belly and discussing with Bai Qinghan which dish was more delicious, without any hint of jealousy.
The young master angrily ignored the two of them and walked away.
"What's wrong, young master..." Ruyi asked.
Bai Qinghan saw clearly all the way. He knew clearly whether the concubine was interested in the husband or not. He also knew why the young master lost his temper. Bai Qinghan smiled enigmatically and said: "He is probably full."
It feels a little uncomfortable."
"Go and rub the young master's belly quickly!" Ruyi said.
"I'll go for it! I'm not a maid!"
"Go quickly!"
"I don't want it!"
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After Miss Zhu's family came home, she flew into her biological father's arms like a bird. She had a good father on her left and a good father on her right.
Mr. Fu Yin was completely confused. This girl clearly had a look of severance before going out.
Which song is this singing again...
The young lady blushed, lowered her head, and told her father how she felt about Master Chu.
"He...has been picking up food for me...he is such a considerate person," the lady said.
I wish you, sir, are happy to see your daughter. You will naturally be happy.
Since then, Master Chu will receive a poem from Miss Zhu every day.
Today is "The phoenix is flying, and the phoenix is begging from all over the world. But the beauty is here, and she is not on the east wall. I will use the qin to express my words and write my heartfelt words. When will I see Xu Xi, it will comfort my hesitation."
Tomorrow is another time: "I want to know from you that my long life will never fade away. Mountains have no edges, rivers are exhausted, winter thunder shakes, summer rains and snows, and heaven and earth are united, then I dare to be with you."
There is a saying that goes like this: "Search across the river to pick hibiscus, and there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind when you pick them? What you are thinking of is far away."
There is another saying: "There is a bright moon on the sea, and we are together at the end of the world. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night."
Miss Zhu wrote with great care, and the handwriting was extremely beautiful. You could often see water droplets on the paper, but the ink marks were blurred by tears. It must have been that while writing, the passionate girl was moved and shed a few leisurely tears.
But the young master looked at it twice and gave it all to Ruyi. Out of sight, out of mind. Having Ruyi was enough for him, so he couldn't care about anything else.
After writing for more than ten days, Ruyi could no longer stand it.
Taking the letter every day, he chased after the young master and shouted: "Master, you should take a look! What beautiful words!"
The young master doesn't care whether he lives or dies.
In the end, there was no other way. Ruyi lied and said that he had written it himself and asked the young master to give him guidance on the glyphs. The young master then took it over and took a look.
The words "Wish you Miss" are much prettier than the words "Yi", and you can tell the authenticity at a glance.
"Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless longing." The young master read it once and asked: "Did you write it?"