Chapter 213: Marrying the Fifth Prince

The next day.

Wanfo Temple, back mountain.

In the golden autumn season, osmanthus flowers bloom. When the wind blows by, the pale yellow stamens fall like golden butterflies.

Under the osmanthus tree, a handsome man in a smoky blue robe and a cloak with auspicious beast patterns on the outside was bending down to pick up the fallen osmanthus flowers.

Dong Hua weighed the dustpan in her hand and said with a smile:

"Your Highness, this is almost enough. If you want to make sachets, the osmanthus flowers in this winnowing basket should be enough to make two or three."

Feng Shu lowered his eyes to look at the flower buds on the ground, shook his head, and said softly:

"There are clean towels to catch them in advance, and they haven't fallen on the ground. I can pick up some more to make osmanthus cakes. Otherwise, it would be a waste to let them wither."

Dong Hua couldn't persuade him, so she sighed and walked over to Feng Shu and pulled the hem of his cloak for him:

"Your Highness, this is the cloak that Lord Su brought back for you when he went to the north. Now I am mopping the floor just to pick up some osmanthus flowers. Be careful not to get scratched by dead branches or stones. Just feel the pain in your heart."

Feng Shu paused while leaning forward, then slowly unbuttoned his cloak, took it off and handed it to Dong Hua, motioning:

"You're right. Let's take it back to the house. I've been working for a while and I'm getting hot. I don't feel cold now, so I don't need a cloak."

Dong Hua glanced at his thin body that seemed like it could be blown down by a gust of wind. She pursed her lips and was about to say something to persuade him, but she was met with Feng Shu's eyes that would not brook rejection.

He closed his mouth again and nodded:

"Okay, I'll take it back first. If Your Highness feels cold later, I'll put it on for you."

Feng Shu uttered a light "hmm", turned around again, and picked it up slowly and gracefully.

“Da, da, da—”

After a while, a burst of very light footsteps suddenly sounded behind me.

Feng Shu's ears moved slightly, and her slender waist bent like a bow, keeping leaning forward, and smiled faintly:

"You're back. Come and help me get the dustpan."

Unexpectedly, no one handed over the winnowing basket.

His slender waist was hugged from behind, and then he fell into a warm embrace filled with minty freshness.

Feng Shu's scalp tingled. He turned his head slowly in disbelief and looked back, and saw the face of the person who came.

His heart suddenly dropped, and the small cloth bag he was holding slowly slipped down his fingers to the ground. He turned around and threw himself into the woman's arms.

Feng Shu's eyes lingered on her face greedily, and he curved his lips and said:

"Su..., Su Yuan, you came to see me."

Su Yuan put his arm around the man's waist and pressed him into his arms. He lowered his eyes to look at the man's clothes and raised his eyebrows.

"Today is a day off, of course I came to see you. Why are you wearing so little? Do you want to get sick?"

Feng Shu bit his lower lip lightly and said:

"I just asked Dong Hua to bring the cloak into the house. Since you are here, Osmanthus Hua will not pick it up yet. I will put it on again right away."

Su Yuan snorted and laughed:

"No need to go in."

After saying that, she let go of Feng Shu, took off her cloak and put it on the man, then raised her chin towards the hillside in front of her:

"When I came here, I saw that the flowers were in full bloom. Let's go and have a look. It's boring to stay in the room all day."

Feng Shu nodded and said "OK", and with a sweet heart he took Su Yuan's hand and walked to the middle of the hillside, where he found a relatively flat lawn and sat down.

He glanced at the small flowers all over the hills, tilted his head slightly to peek at the woman next to him, cleared his throat and said:

"I haven't seen you for more than two months. Are you okay?"

Su Yuan rested his elbows on his half-bent legs, his face supported by his palms, and looked at Feng Shu with a smile in his eyes.

Seeing the man so restrained.

She raised her eyebrows, picked up an unknown purple flower and played with it in her hand, and replied:

"Very good. As for you, the Qi family is all dead. No one will bother you anymore, right?"

Feng Shu pursed his lips tightly and said softly:

"No, when you were not here, Uncle Su often came to the Wanfo Temple to worship Buddha, and sometimes he would come to see me, and... and Nanchu and Ji Qiubai would often come to me to relieve their boredom."

Su Yuan's eyelids jumped and he asked:

"Did they bother you?"

Feng Shu lowered his lips and paused for a while before speaking:

"No, just a little lively."

Su Yuan sighed, then patted the half-meter grass between them and said with a faint smile:

"Come closer and sit down. If you find it too noisy, I'll go back and tell them not to come again."

Feng Shu raised the corners of his lips slightly, moved closer to Su Yuan, and replied:

"That's not necessary. We've gotten to know each other after such a long time. It's good to come and have some fun."

Su Yuan lowered her eyes and chuckled, then slowly threw the small flower in her hand back, freeing her free hand to clamp the man's waist, and pulled him onto her thigh.

He lowered his head close to Feng Shu's ear and whispered softly:

"The ground is cold, just sit on my lap."

Feng Shu felt the warm breath spraying on his ear, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. He shrank into the woman's arms and glanced at Su Yuan shyly.

Then he relaxed his body, rested his head on the woman's shoulder calmly, and asked tentatively:

"The national mourning has been over for half a year. When will you propose to the Queen Mother?"

After saying this, he added:

"Although I can decide my own marriage, I still have to inform my mother, otherwise it won't work."

Su Yuan raised his hand to help Feng Shu gather his slightly opened cloak, and smiled faintly:

"I am here today for this purpose. Tomorrow I will go to the Imperial Court and ask His Majesty to marry you. You have no sisters, and no powerful family outside, so I believe this will go very smoothly."

Feng Shu nodded:

"Well, the Queen Mother is very good at calculating. She should be very willing to exchange a powerless person like me for a good son-in-law."

Su Yuan put his hand on the man's cheek, gently stroked his delicate and smooth skin with his thumb, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Who said that our Fifth Prince has no power? From now on, your Highness's backer will be me and the entire Su family. No one will dare to bully you anymore."

There were faint tears in Feng Shu's eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up into a bright and sunny smile, and his voice was low and hoarse:

"Yes, the weak prince in the past has finally found his backer. Su Yuan, please marry me back to the Su family as soon as possible."

Su Yuan said in a doting tone, "Okay, I will bring my fifth prince home right away."

…………

In the early morning, the sky is filled with morning glow.

Qinxian Hall.

As soon as the morning court was over, Su Yuan went to the Qinxian Palace to ask Emperor Fengwu for permission to marry her:

"Your Majesty, I have long been attracted to the Fifth Prince. I beg Your Majesty to grant me marriage."

Emperor Fengwu frowned and asked:

"You are going to marry the fifth prince?"