Chapter 279 The Final Peace (Part 1)

The long corridor extended all the way to the flower clusters. The wisteria flowers were in gorgeous bloom, with purple spikes hanging down. The flowers were fragrant and the dark leaves covered the trellis. Wen Suili and Song Simiao were sitting in the corridor and talking.

In the morning, the bright golden sun hung in the sky. From time to time, the wind blew the wisteria rustling, and the two of them were covered with the fragrance of flowers.

There was a tea set on the wooden floor beside him. A wisteria petal had fallen onto a cup of steaming tea. Wen Suili paused in raising the cup and smiled, "I can't sleep on spring grass in the afternoon, but the fragrance of tea brewed in the quiet wind and falling flowers is so fragrant."

Song Simiao was holding a cat with white fur and blue eyes in her arms, which was the "warm birthday gift" raised by Jun Lin.

The orange cat "Gongqing" also squatted beside him and took a nap comfortably. His thin palms caressed the white cat in his arms from time to time. His voice was quiet and pleasant: "The black dragon is green, the green leaves are red, and the delicate natural floral and fruity fragrance is very tempting."

The aroma of tea lingered on his lips and teeth, and Wen Suili exclaimed: "It is really good tea."

Then he continued, "And then, Xiaolin fell?"

It turned out that the two of them were sitting here chatting about Jun Lin’s childhood.

Song Simiao has been taking care of the child since birth, and Wen Suili took him to Guigu. Now the two "fathers" get together to talk about parenting experiences.

Song Simiao smiled: "That was her first time learning to walk. Her calves were so wobbly and tender that I was afraid they would break. She frowned and walked towards me like a little adult."

There was a gentle look of longing in the man's delicate eyes.

"She fell down halfway through. The skin of a baby that young was too delicate. The broken skin and bleeding scared me out of my wits, but she sat there angrily, her teeth unclear, and didn't allow me to come over. Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed a single tear."

Jun Lin didn't cry. But when she stood up again, walked to Song Simiao's side with her legs rolled up, and threw herself into the arms of the panicked boy, Song Simiao was so distressed that she shed a few tears.

Wen Sui Li Qingjun's face also showed some helplessness and distress: "She has been mature since she was young. She was the youngest when she first entered Guigu, but she is mature and reliable. Even I have to be taken care of by her. Her small body is very delicate and she often gets injured when practicing martial arts, but she has a strong temper and has never cried."

He lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hands. A wisteria petal was floating on the golden water.

"At that time, Xiaoqing was a naughty child. She couldn't stand Xiaolin's pretentiousness, so she picked on her all day long. After a while, Xiaolin got annoyed and started quarreling with Xiaoqing."

He suddenly found it funny, put his finger to his lips and smiled: "That's when I realized what she should look like when she has a child. This incident also caused the two of them to become enemies, quarreling and comparing with each other over everything. It was because of this that Guigu got angry."

Song Simiao suddenly realized: "No wonder she looked so lively when she came back from Guigu."

Wen Suili was more and more grateful to Song Simiao: "The late emperor passed away early, and the Empress Dowager didn't like her. The other sisters followed the princes to their own territories. She said that in the palace, her uncle was all she could rely on."

The support for survival, the support for hard work, and the support for willingness to take time out every year to return to the palace, Song Simiao occupies the top priority.

"I have always wanted to visit you at the palace and say thank you."

Hearing this, Song Simiao paused her hand that was stroking the white cat. The light in her eyes flickered, and she felt a bittersweet feeling in her heart.

But he is older and not as brave as Jin Ge and the others.

Wen Suili is considered old, but he is only seven years older than Junlin. Yian is eight years older, but Song Simiao is twelve years older.

One growth ring for twelve years.

Twelve years old, two worlds.

Wen Suili saw that the man who was as quiet and beautiful as an orchid was thinking of something and his expression suddenly dimmed.

"Brother Simiao?"

Song Simiao smiled with relief, put the white cat down, looked up at the wisteria flowers hanging down from the trellises, and said in a gentle tone: "Nothing, it's just that the days of leisure are rare, and I indulged myself in them without realizing it."

"Then you will be addicted to it in the future."

The clear voice was so recognizable that they both turned their heads to look. They saw Jun Lin yawning with one hand and the other hand hanging by his side, tied to Gong Qing with a red string.

She was probably very tired from the martial arts competition yesterday, so she slept until noon today. She staggered over and sat down next to Song Simiao, and the ministers also sat down with her.

She stretched out her hand and continued, "Wait a little longer. The war will soon be over, and there will be peace in the future."

Song Simiao handed her a cup of tea, and their movements were full of unspoken understanding. He smiled and said, "Okay, don't tire yourself out. Are you still sleepy? Why don't you go to sleep for a while?"

Jun Lin drank her tea and shook her head. She waved her hand, and the eunuch who was waiting in the distance hurried over.

"Please bring some tea sets and some preserved fruits."

The young eunuch was about to go down after receiving the order, when Song Simiao added: "Bring some more dried peaches and plums."

Jun Lin grinned: "The one who knows me is Si Miao."

These two are her favorite.

Song Simiao laughed, and Wen Suili said helplessly: "You can't eat sour food, but you love it. It's so sour that you grimace, but you can't finish it."

Jun Lin held his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly: "Isn't there still a senior brother?"

Gongqing was tired: "I eat your leftovers all day long, who said I like sour food?"

He also frowned a lot when he ate those.

Jun Lin wondered: "Then why are you still eating?"

The minister glanced at her coldly: "Didn't you say that waste is shameful?"

Jun Lin just pursed his lips and ignored him.

Song Simiao and Wen Suili suppressed their laughter.

Soon, preserved fruits and tea sets were brought in, and the ministers also held up a cup of hot tea. Jun Lin's teeth were trembling from eating the sour dried plums, but he kept putting them in his mouth, and the others couldn't bear to see him so much that they turned their heads away.

She hadn't finished eating, so she picked up one and handed it to him. Gongqing lowered his long black eyelashes and bit it helplessly with his lips opened.

Immediately, the man's handsome face wrinkled into a ball.

"hiss--"

The sour nobles breathed in the cool air from the sun very lightly.

Jun Lin paused, then turned his head to look at him apologetically: "I'm used to it, so don't be angry."

Gongqing raised his eyelids and said nonchalantly: "Just hand it over. As an emperor, shouldn't you set an example and not waste it?"

Jun Lin gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "Senior brother is a real man."

The minister sneered and ignored her.

Wen Suili poked his head out, his silver hair falling like a fairy in the snow, and looked at Jun Lin through Song Simiao: "Teacher also wants to try it."

Jun Lin's eyes lit up: "Master, please don't cry. I remember that you can't eat sour food either."

The three Guiguzi people are truly one and the same, even they cannot eat sour food. The difference is that only Junlin can't eat it but still likes to eat it. Gongqing and Wen Suili usually don't want to touch sour food, but for the first time their master wants to try it. Can Junlin let go of this good opportunity?

Of course not.

He picked up a handful of dried plums with his fingertips and handed them over with a smile.

The smile in Wen Suili's eyes deepened. As he leaned forward, his satin-smooth silver hair fell in front of him, his icy-blue pupils seemed to be shattering light, and his pale lips brushed Jun Lin's fingertips, and the plum stem was held firmly in his mouth.

Song Simiao's brows wrinkled slightly for a moment.

Before Jun Lin realized the inappropriateness of his behavior, he was distracted by Wen Suili's stretched mouth and knotted eyebrows.

She laughed out loud: "Why bother?"

Wen Suili had always been like a celestial being from heaven, with every move being extremely graceful. But now his facial features were twisted into a knot by the sour look, which was rare to see. His funny look made even the ministers laugh.

Jun Lin had evil thoughts, and before Song Simiao could come to his senses, he handed him another one, frowning, "Si Miao, do you want to try it too?"

Song Simiao pursed her lips a little helplessly, as if she struggled for a while before opening her lips to take it.

His expression at sunset was surprisingly consistent with the previous three.

Jun Lin: "Among these people, not even one can eat sour food."

Gongqing: "The sour taste makes people uncomfortable. Who would like to eat it if there is nothing wrong?"

Wen Suili: "Sour taste does make people feel uncomfortable."

Song Simiao: "You seem to be talking about acetic acid?"

Gongqing & Wen Suili: "..."