Chapter 40 Liu Lang Comes Down

Qing Wu's eyes flushed red. Yang Xuchuan thought she was moved. He felt even more convinced that Qing Wu was a man of love and righteousness. He felt much more at ease and said, "Then uncle will not disturb you two anymore. I will return to Beijing now."

Yang Xuchuan lifted his sleeves and was about to get off the carriage. Qingwu then reacted and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, uncle. I will see you off." After that, she was about to get up, but was stopped by Yang Xuchuan.

Uncle Yang's hearty laughter shook the carriage curtains slightly. He glanced at his nephew's legs and said hurriedly, "No, no, getting in and out of the carriage is a hassle. You don't have to see me off."

Seeing that the couple was in love, he didn't want to be a parasite here. The most important thing was to go back to work as soon as possible to prevent his father from thinking too much.

Qing Wu didn't know what was going on and wanted to see him off again. This time, Xiao Ji stopped her and gently pulled her sleeve. However, Qing Wu was too embarrassed to just sit there, so she whispered, "You sit down, I'll go see my uncle off."

Her attitude was already very casual, even with a tone of command, which made Xiao Ji stunned for a moment. After Qingwu bent down and got out of the carriage, stood on the frame and said goodbye to Uncle Yang again, he slowly blinked his peach blossom eyes.

He has been the crown prince for so many years, how many people dare to talk to him like this?

Moreover, this sentence made Xiao Ji even more confused. Was this her original appearance? Why did he remember that she had always been weak and fragile in the few times he saw her? Except today, it seemed that everything was different after she returned from the Xi family...

Could it be that the blow to her was too great, so that it changed his character? This is a good thing, he is becoming more and more like her.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Xiao Ji's expression suddenly froze again. When Qing Wu returned to the carriage, he saw that the young man had a sullen face, as if someone had provoked him.

But she was not actually in a very good mood. After returning to her original seat, Qingwu did not deliberately cater to him. The two of them just sat there quietly, and the car was silent for a while.

Xiao Ji waited for a long time but didn't hear the people around him talking to him. His fingertips began to rub his knees quietly, again and again.

The wheels of the car made a small sound as they rolled over the gravel. Xiao Ji couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look at Qing Wu. He saw that she was staring at the car window in a daze, with her hair fluttering and trembling. For some reason, he felt a little itchy in his heart.

In fact, he was not a talkative person in the past, but when he saw this face, he seemed to talk more. It was obvious that he was not thinking about the person in front of him, but he just couldn't help it, couldn't help but think of her as her.

Xiao Ji's throat tightened. He wanted to say something to break the deadlock, but he didn't know where to begin. He felt a sense of irrational resentment. Hadn't this person always come after him the moment they saw him? Why was she now neither paying him any attention nor trying to please him?

Just as Xiao Ji was about to utter a word after brewing for a long time, Qing Wu suddenly turned her head and her gaze met his. Her phoenix eyes were so clear in the sunlight that it seemed as if they could see through the filth in his heart.

Xiao Ji's words were stuck in his throat, and he turned his head immediately, but he heard the girl's question in his ear: "Liu Lang, what are you looking at me for?"

His hands suddenly trembled, and he hurriedly picked up the meat pie that was still on his lap and handed it to Qing Wu, "...Do you want to eat it?"

Qing Wu's eyes fell on the boy's hand. His fingers were already slender and white, and holding the lotus leaf-wrapped meat pie, they looked even better. She admired his hand for a moment without saying a word. Naturally, she didn't notice that the boy opposite, who was left out in the cold, had a growing expression on his face.

Xiao Ji almost wanted to crawl under the car, especially considering his uncle's lavish spending. How could he just give a girl a meat pie on impulse? The meat pie was only a few cents a piece.

Look, the girl is silent, right?

"If you don't eat, I will..."

The boy's words stopped abruptly, and the girl held his wrist.

"Eat, I want to eat."

Qing Wu stopped Xiao Ji's hand from retracting and took back the meat pie wrapped in lotus leaf from him.

She laughed, opened the lotus leaf in front of him, took a deep sniff, and her eyes lit up even more. "What a nice smell!"

The embarrassment between Xiao Ji's brows disappeared instantly, and his eyes unconsciously brightened up a little, with some anticipation, like an ordinary boy sharing delicious food with his childhood sweetheart.

The fragrance of lotus leaves and the meaty aroma of the meat pie mixed together, fragrant but not greasy, which reminded Qingwu of the meat pie she ate with her grandmother. Without thinking, she took the pie with both hands and was about to take a bite, but suddenly saw the stunned gaze of the boy opposite. Qingwu immediately came to her senses and her posture became dignified. She first covered her face with her sleeve, then placed the meat pie behind her sleeve and ate it in small bites.

Although Qingwu grew up in the countryside, he never felt inferior. After being ridiculed by his mother and sisters for his poor etiquette, he put in a lot of effort. When he looked carefully, he was no different from his twin sisters.

Xiao Ji looked at Qing Wu's actions and felt annoyed for some reason. It was clearly standard aristocratic etiquette and the posture was elegant and beautiful, but he just found it inexplicably annoying.

He frowned, turned around and stopped looking at Qingwu. It turned out to be his illusion.

Qing Wu was so perceptive that she noticed Xiao Ji's coldness as soon as she put down her sleeves. However, she didn't care about his momentary moodiness. It was normal for him to be injured.

Anyway, she was happy now, eating the meat patty in small bites, her eyes narrowed with joy.

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The sounds in the carriage gradually died down, which made Zhao Tong, who was eavesdropping outside the car, feel a little anxious. Fortunately, they were almost at the palace, so Zhao Tong became happy again.

At this point, how could the two masters not create some sparks?

But when he really arrived at the palace, Zhao Tong was dumbfounded. He jumped off the carriage and looked at the mottled palace wall in front of him with his mouth wide open - the vermilion paint had peeled off, leaving only the grayish-white wall skin, the weeds on the wall rustled in the wind, the animal head holding a ring on the copper nail gate was missing half a corner, the rain bells on the eaves had long disappeared, leaving only the rusty iron chains dangling in the wind, making a whimpering sound.

After waiting for a long time for Zhao Tong to open the door, Xiao Ji asked from inside, and Zhao Tong hurriedly opened the door. The two people in the car also saw the building in the distance.

Although I knew that the palace was dilapidated, I didn't expect it to be so dilapidated.

Even though he had expected this, Xiao Ji couldn't help but remain silent. Just as the master, servant and three others were speechless at the scene before them, Qing Wu's cheerful voice rang in their ears.

"What a big house! It must be quite spacious."

Her voice, clear as a bell, stood out in the dead silence. All three of them immediately looked at Qing Wu, trying to detect a hint of reluctance on her face, but she simply hopped briskly from the carriage, her eyes filled with obvious excitement and anticipation, as if she were genuinely sizing up a new house.

Zhao Tong opened his mouth, then swallowed back the complaint that was about to come out. Madam, was she trying to comfort her master, or was she really unable to see the shabby state?

But when he saw Qing Wu lifting up her skirt and walking straight forward on the weeds, not caring at all about the grass brushing against her expensive dress, Xiao Ji's eyes couldn't help but follow her.

"There's a little puddle ahead!"

She suddenly turned around, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight, "Grow some lotus flowers and raise a few carp. When autumn comes, we can eat lotus seeds, lotus roots, and even make soup!"

Qingwu has completely imagined her future life, with her hair flying on her temples, and she looks so lively in the eyes of others.

Xiao Ji couldn't help but touch his legs, and the gloom between his brows dissipated a little. Zhao Tong glanced at his expression and couldn't help but grin.

The young man watched intently, and suddenly the girl turned around, smiled at him, and waved happily: "Liu Lang, you come down too."