The slightly hanging heart seemed to relax with these words.
"Um!"
He nodded, his voice was extremely light, but to Yun Qingkuang's ears, it was as sweet as a spring breeze.
"I'll help you go there for a walk, but you can't go too far. Your body is weak and you can't withstand the wind."
"Um……"
Qian Qian sighed in her heart, what's wrong with me? I'm so attached to Qi Yun's frivolous tenderness. At least I don't feel disgusted like usual. Have I also changed my mind? Oh, how could this happen?
She resisted in her heart, but her legs and feet refused to obey and followed Yun Qingkuang's footsteps step by step towards the flower field. Yun Qingkuang introduced these flowers. Most of them were seen in the palace, and many of them were from Jiangnan.
Famous species.
"I originally thought I would give you a surprise in a few days after everything is sorted here, but I didn't expect that you saw the prototype first." He pointed at the Begonia next to him and lightly noticed the soil.
All of them are newly planted. This crabapple flower should have been cultivated within two or three days, but it has not yet survived.
Yun Qingkuang's sharp eyes noticed the change in Qian Qian's expression, and said with a smile: "This season is indeed not the time for the crabapple flowers to bloom. Maybe it would not be good to ask it to move here at this time. If you don't like it, I will ask someone to move it here."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Qianqian's eyes tightened, and her expression returned to normal. She said calmly: "Yes, you don't belong here in the first place. No matter how hard you try, you will still have to leave in the end. You have to leave."
Otherwise, it will only slowly wither and die. These are all destiny, God's will cannot be violated, and it cannot be forced."
Hearing the meaning in these words, Yun Qingkuang's heart moved slightly, and then he laughed and said: "It's really interesting. You can realize so many truths by observing the flowers of the clan. I haven't noticed your talent in the past.
It's really buried. If you like it in the future, I can set up some poetry societies and piano gardens here, and invite some talented people and beauties of literati and poets to come and entertain you. What do you think?"
With such evasiveness, Qian Qian can't even bring up a trace of resentment. He has done so much for himself, how can he directly point out that others are being sentimental at this time?
But as a result, Qian Qian no longer had the intention to appreciate the scenery that had not been put back in order. She said she was sleepy and wanted to go back and lie down.
Yun Qingkuang asked Yun Qingkuang to go first if he had something to do, but Yun Qingkuang insisted on escorting Qianqian back to the room. He helped her take off her shoes and socks without any explanation, laid them flat on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then found a circle.
Stool sat on the bedside and looked at her.
Qian Qian wanted to interfere at first, but she couldn't bear it when she saw him treating her so diligently and kindly. She patiently watched him finish his work, thinking that he could finally be quiet for a while and sort out his emotions, but she didn't expect it.
He actually sat down on the stool without any intention of leaving.
"You didn't just come here in a hurry. I thought you were never free. Why didn't you go to work now and sit down when you have free time?"