Although Jiang He had no interest in being disciplined, he was so active because he wanted to learn etiquette and rules and please Her Highness the Princess.
Although Pei Jiusheng had been taking extremely poisonous drugs since he was a child, putting this aside, as a nobleman from a prominent family, he had received the most rigorous education since he was a child. Whether it was poetry, books, etiquette, or music, chess, calligraphy and painting, he was considered to be the best among the many young men in the capital.
The study plan that Fengye made for Jiang He was generally good, but there were some details that left Jiang He puzzled.
For example, while a noble son should be careful with his words and actions and speak appropriately, Fengye told him to be open and say whatever he wanted. Sometimes, when he spoke too little, Fengye would remind him to be more lively and cheerful.
Facing Jiang He's confusion, Feng Ye responded, "Young masters of aristocratic families should be demure and virtuous, but Her Highness the Crown Princess doesn't like silence. Etiquette and rules are important, but making Her Highness feel comfortable is even more important than ordinary rules."
Jiang He no longer had any doubts. He studied quietly and never complained whether he was practicing his posture or reciting poems.
Time passes like flowing water.
Ling Shumo looked at Jiang He, whose appearance and figure were becoming more and more like Pei Jiusheng, and her expression softened unconsciously.
Seeing Ling Shumo happy.
Jiang He also felt happy.
Although he doesn't like cold-colored clothes, doesn't like simple and elegant white jade hairpins, and prefers spicy food to sweets, if Her Royal Highness likes him to dress like this, he can turn his dislike into a liking.
Jiang He reluctantly put the gold hairpin inlaid with rubies and sapphires back into the jewelry box.
Most aristocratic families with a rich background think that gold and silver are vulgar things. When they dress and dress, they pursue simplicity on the outside and luxury on the inside.
But he came from a humble family, so he liked jewelry that looked gorgeous and luxurious at first glance.
Fengye walked up behind Jiang He, holding a piece of soft, thin gauze as light as emerald water. He draped the almost weightless gauze over Jiang He's shoulders and said, "Your Highness is currently in Songzhu Hall, having lunch with Prince Shujun (Si Jiangzhi). You will probably be in Guangming Hall to handle official business this afternoon. Lady Shiqi just sent someone to say that Your Highness will be here before sunset today. You don't need to prepare dinner today. Your Highness would like to hear you play the guqin."
Jiang He said uneasily, "I had never played the guqin before I got married. Although I have worked hard recently, the learning time is still too short. What if I play poorly and make Her Highness angry..."
Fengye comforted him, "Her Highness didn't say she would embarrass you. Just play the piece you've practiced most, 'Falling Plum Blossoms,' and you won't make any mistakes."
"Falling Plum Blossoms" was Pei Jiusheng's favorite piece of music during his lifetime. However, this piece was rarely performed on its own, often used as a dance accompaniment. Pei Jiusheng originally wanted to learn the "Falling Plum Blossoms" dance, but his health was poor, and the large movements involved in dancing would have triggered his illness. So, he had to settle for the next best thing and learn to play the dance on the guqin.
The waiter's voice came from around the corner, "My dear waiter, the food from the main kitchen has been delivered. If you don't eat now, it will get cold."
Jiang He carefully examined himself in the dressing mirror again, then carefully removed the gauze dress from his shoulders. This soft, emerald green gauze was given to him by the Princess Royal just two days ago. He would take it out almost every day, put it on and admire it, then carefully fold it and put it back in the box.
This dress was not something Pei Jiusheng had worn before. Instead, Ling Shumo had spent a lot of money to make it as a gift for Pei Jiusheng this summer.
However, when people think about what happened later, they feel sad. The gift was prepared, but the person who was supposed to receive it was gone forever.
Jiang He is now the new favorite of Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess. The allowance on the table is no less than what a fourth-rank noble maid should have.
Jiang He's mind was not on the table. He ate a few mouthfuls of the delicious lunch and asked his servant to bring the music score of "Falling Plum Blossoms". He had to practice it a few more times before officially performing it for Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess.
Half an hour before the Food Bureau was to deliver dinner to the palace masters, Ling Shumo arrived at the Anxiang Palace.
As soon as she entered the door, the first thing she saw was Jiang He, who was wearing a turquoise long dress with a soft gauze draped over her shoulders.
When Jiang He saw Ling Shumo, he immediately stood up from the stool. He raised his foot and wanted to run to the door to greet Ling Shumo, but in the end he only took a small step.
At this time, men paid attention to walking with lotus steps, taking small and slow steps, which was the demeanor of a young master from aristocratic family.
He had only taken two or three steps.
Ling Shumo had already strode up to him.
Ling Shumo's gaze moved downwards and stopped at the purse hanging around Jiang He's waist. The purse was embroidered with a forest of plum blossoms, as well as snowflakes and plum petals flying all over the sky.
Jiang He took off the purse and handed it to Ling Shumo. When he saw Ling Shumo took it, his eyes immediately curved into crescents. "Feng Ye said that Your Highness would definitely like this purse. He really didn't lie to me."
The purse was made of expensive purple silk, the white snowflakes were made of pearl thread, and the bright red plum blossoms were made of rose gold thread. The stitching on the purse was meticulous, and the border of the scenery was outlined with gold and silver thread. Compared to the hurriedly crafted purse Pei Jiusheng gave her before his death, the purse Jiang He embroidered was even more exquisite and beautiful. At first glance, it was clear that she had put a lot of thought into it.
"Your Highness, wouldn't you like to hear some music? I'll play it for you right now," Jiang He said, sitting upright in front of the guqin. Her delicate fingers plucked the strings, her sleeves complementing the aquamarine zither. Soon, graceful and gentle music flowed from her fingertips.
The song ends.
Ling Shumo hugged Jiang He from behind. Her lips gently touched Jiang He's ear, but she did not speak. Instead, she gently bit Jiang He's earlobe with her teeth.
Jiang He's body was a little stiff. The next moment, warm breath blew into his ear. He couldn't help but moan in his throat, "Your Highness, please don't do this. It's itchy..."
Of course Ling Shumo couldn't stop. Her chest almost merged with Jiang He's back.
Jiang He pulled Ling Shumo's sleeve with great effort, "Your Highness, you haven't had dinner yet. I specially made some salty crispy pork for you today..."
He was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Ling Shumo's low laugh, "I know my stomach is empty, so I'm having dinner now, right?"
Jiang He didn't react at first, but then Ling Shumo pressed closer to him, and his cheeks finally flushed. He didn't know what to say, but soon, Ling Shumo covered his lips. Jiang He no longer had to worry about what to say.
The sky hadn't yet completely darkened, and the orange-red setting sun shone onto the windowsill. Ling Shumo held Jiang He's waist with one arm, freeing her other hand to untie the curtains. The dark brown curtains blocked out light effectively, and the room was quickly plunged into a deathly darkness. Only the occasional sounds of pleasure between the man and woman could be heard, then quickly faded into the air.
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