He gently sprinkled the petals down. A catkin stretched out and probed the water temperature. His eyes were focused.
In Zi Rui's eyes, this was clearly a sign of affection. But in fact, Su Zhiyu was just thinking about what gift to give to the prince.
After leaving Su Zhiyu's yard, Zi Rui walked around for a while and then went straight to Wang Liangdi's room...
Su Zhiyu was eating cakes in the yard. Ling Zhenfei, who had just finished taking a shower, was tying his clothes and said, "This clothes seems a bit big."
"I found it temporarily, so I'll make do with it for now. I'll give you a better one another day."
"I don't care if you buy it. I want my sister to make a set herself." Ling Zhenfei said coquettishly.
Su Zhiyu put half of the pastry in his hand into Ling Zhenfei's mouth, "Okay, I'll try my best to make one. I can't guarantee how it will turn out."
The two of them got up and entered the house together, the fragrance of flower petals wafting in the air. Su Zhiyu snapped his fingers, and a group of maids came in and brought a table of food. Ling Zhenfei happened to be hungry, so he raised his chopsticks happily.
He took two bites, but found that a woman across from him who had just finished eating a large bag of pastries was beginning to feast again. He frowned and said: "Sister, you don't think you have become a bit... rich recently?
"
Su Zhiyu swallowed the braised pork and shook his chopsticks: "Well, if you are rich, you should naturally look richer? I don't want to look like an African refugee."
"Aren't you afraid that the Third Highness will not want you?" Ling Zhenfei said honestly, "If it were me, I would rather favor Chu Feige than you."
Su Zhiyu suddenly felt like a thousand arrows were piercing her heart. She was still thinking about keeping Ling Zhenfei after getting 30,000 taels of gold! He...he actually started to dislike herself! Ling Zhenfei, this naughty kid, didn't care about the heartbroken Su Zhiyu and continued to eat.
Had dinner...
Pei Donglang returned home late, smelling of alcohol. Today he was drinking with a group of literati. Among them were many scribes who had failed in their official careers. They were drinking, writing poems and complaining. Pei Donglang just listened, occasionally being arty.
Write poetry.
Su Zhiyu's homework had not been checked today, and Pei Donglang changed his clothes and prepared to go out. Chu Feige, who was standing aside, suddenly arrived: "Your Highness, are you going to see Su Liangdi?"
Pei Donglang's eyes fell on him. Chu Feige usually didn't talk much. If he spoke, something must have happened. "How is Su Liangdi?"
"Su Liangdi invited Taicang Ling to discuss the gift for the Crown Princess's birthday."
Pei Donglang suddenly remembered what he saw that day in Qilin Pavilion. He leaned over and tied her shirt carefully, and then tucked her hair behind her ears. She stuck out her tongue playfully. That was the first time she had ever seen him in front of him.
An unprecedented expression... Ling Zhenfei, what is her relationship with him?
Chu Feige stood at the door, and when he saw Pei Donglang expressionless, he turned back into the house and closed the door.
When Su Zhiyu woke up, she saw an object sitting in front of her with messy hair, dark eyes and deep resentment. She rubbed her eyes, her voice still hoarse, "Good morning, Xiao Feifei."
"I didn't sleep all night." Ling Zhenfei said aggrievedly.
Su Zhiyu sat up and exclaimed distressedly, "You haven't slept all night?! You——"
"I have thought of something that I can give to the prince." Ling Zhenfei stood up and walked towards the washbasin, "Do you know Jin Yuhua?"
Su Zhiyu shook her head, she couldn't name even the most common flowers here.
He gently sprinkled the petals down. A catkin stretched out and probed the water temperature. His eyes were focused.
In Zi Rui's eyes, this was clearly a sign of affection. But in fact, Su Zhiyu was just thinking about what gift to give to the prince.
After leaving Su Zhiyu's yard, Zi Rui walked around for a while and then went straight to Wang Liangdi's room...
Su Zhiyu was eating cakes in the yard. Ling Zhenfei, who had just finished taking a shower, was tying his clothes and said, "This clothes seems a bit big."
"I found it temporarily, so I'll make do with it for now. I'll give you a better one another day."
"I don't care if you buy it. I want my sister to make a set herself." Ling Zhenfei said coquettishly.
Su Zhiyu put half of the pastry in his hand into Ling Zhenfei's mouth, "Okay, I'll try my best to make one. I can't guarantee how it will turn out."
The two of them got up and entered the house together, the fragrance of flower petals wafting in the air. Su Zhiyu snapped his fingers, and a group of maids came in and brought a table of food. Ling Zhenfei happened to be hungry, so he raised his chopsticks happily.
He took two bites, but found that a woman across from him who had just finished eating a large bag of pastries was beginning to feast again. He frowned and said: "Sister, you don't think you have become a bit... rich recently?
"
Su Zhiyu swallowed the braised pork and shook his chopsticks: "Well, if you are rich, you should naturally look richer? I don't want to look like an African refugee."
"Aren't you afraid that the Third Highness will not want you?" Ling Zhenfei said honestly, "If it were me, I would rather favor Chu Feige than you."
Su Zhiyu suddenly felt like a thousand arrows were piercing her heart. She was still thinking about keeping Ling Zhenfei after getting 30,000 taels of gold! He...he actually started to dislike herself! Ling Zhenfei, this naughty kid, didn't care about the heartbroken Su Zhiyu and continued to eat.
Had dinner...
Pei Donglang returned home late, smelling of alcohol. Today he was drinking with a group of literati. Among them were many scribes who had failed in their official careers. They were drinking, writing poems and complaining. Pei Donglang just listened, occasionally being arty.
Write poetry.
Su Zhiyu's homework had not been checked today, and Pei Donglang changed his clothes and prepared to go out. Chu Feige, who was standing aside, suddenly arrived: "Your Highness, are you going to see Su Liangdi?"
Pei Donglang's eyes fell on him. Chu Feige usually didn't talk much. If he spoke, something must have happened. "How is Su Liangdi?"
"Su Liangdi invited Taicang Ling to discuss the gift for the Crown Princess's birthday."
Pei Donglang suddenly remembered what he saw that day in Qilin Pavilion. He leaned over and tied her shirt carefully, and then tucked her hair behind her ears. She stuck out her tongue playfully. That was the first time she had ever seen him in front of him.
An unprecedented expression... Ling Zhenfei, what is her relationship with him?
Chu Feige stood at the door, and when he saw Pei Donglang expressionless, he turned back into the house and closed the door.
When Su Zhiyu woke up, she saw an object sitting in front of her with messy hair, dark eyes and deep resentment. She rubbed her eyes, her voice still hoarse, "Good morning, Xiao Feifei."
"I didn't sleep all night." Ling Zhenfei said aggrievedly.
Su Zhiyu sat up and exclaimed distressedly, "You haven't slept all night?! You——"
"I have thought of something that I can give to the prince." Ling Zhenfei stood up and walked towards the washbasin, "Do you know Jin Yuhua?"
Su Zhiyu shook her head, she couldn't name even the most common flowers here.