Yu Jiao was a little slow to react. Her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly and she looked at Cheng Ying in confusion.
Cheng Ying raised his hand to pinch her jaw, but when he saw the faint finger marks on her chin that had not yet faded, he stopped abruptly and stared at her with a bit of anxiety, "You are the one who called me Governor, too?"
Yu Jiao realized belatedly that she had called Liang Wushuang "Dugong" when she was talking to him just now. She pursed her lips. "Godfather."
The word "adoptive father" sounded extremely cold. Cheng Ying lowered his eyes and glared at Liang Wushuang coldly, "Are you not leaving yet?"
Liang Wushuangzheng was stunned. With Cheng Ying's personality, she thought it would be Liu Yujiao who would be driven away, but she never expected that it would be herself.
She held the handkerchief, lowered her head, and said sadly, "Then Wushuang will take her leave first and will not disturb Dugong and Miss Liu San.
Cheng Ying ignored her, raised her hand, grabbed Yu Jiao's wrist, and dragged her into the courtyard.
Liang Wushuang stared at their backs for a while, stuffed the carved wooden box in his hand to the maid, and said angrily, "Go back to Yudai Hutong."
Sitting in the carriage, she couldn't help but touch her face. It was obvious that only this face was special to Cheng Ying. She didn't know what tricks Liu Yujiao had used to make Cheng Ying look at her differently.
It might not work to please Liu Yujiao. Liang Wushuang frowned tightly, feeling very worried and anxious. The governor was becoming more and more impatient with her. If Liu Yujiao said anything in front of the governor again, he would probably dislike her even more.
In the house, Cheng Ying held Yu Jiao's wrist and took her to a room in the backyard before letting go. "Do you like the layout here?"
Yu Jiao glanced at the wing room. The layout here was obviously prepared for girls in the boudoir. The dressing table was filled with rouge and powder, and there was a box of red hairpins and jewelry. She looked at Cheng Ying in confusion.
Cheng Ying smiled faintly, "This is the place I prepared for you. The scenery of Chiyuan Lake is pretty good. If you want to come and play in the future, you can stay here for a few days."
Yu Jiao was startled, fearing that Cheng Ying would ask her to stay here tonight. She lowered her eyes and said, "I have always been used to sleeping in my own bed, and I can't sleep well outside. Thank you for your kindness, foster father."
Cheng Ying thought she was still angry and told the maid to get a thin cloak from the closet. Yu Jiao noticed that the closet was full of dresses. She didn't dare to guess whether those clothes were prepared according to her size.
Seeing the little maid putting the cloak on Yu Jiao, Cheng Ying said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the peach forest."
Cheng Ying didn't mention staying overnight, so Yu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and followed him to the peach forest beside Chiyuan Lake.
It is getting dark, and the fiery red sunset is about to fall into the sea of clouds that is a mixture of dark blue and candle red. On the branches, peach blossoms are blooming luxuriantly, with large patches of rouge color, their dazzling beauty is enchanting.
Such scenery is really breathtaking.
Yu Jiao followed Cheng Ying strolling in the peach forest. They walked slowly and did not speak, but this silence made people feel peaceful and tranquil.
A stone pavilion was built in the peach forest, which should be a place for people to rest when visiting.
Cheng Ying stepped into the stone pavilion, and Yu Jiao had to follow. After entering the pavilion, she saw a pipa placed on the stone table. She glanced at the pipa, wondering if someone had forgotten it here.
Cheng Ying slowly wiped the chair with a handkerchief, sat down, and said to her, "Play a song."
Yu Jiao understood that Cheng Ying must have asked someone to place the pipa there. She had not touched the pipa since she played a song in the Plum Garden last time. She still felt a little resistant in her heart and didn't want to touch this thing that could easily remind her of things and people in her past life.
"Yu Ning's piano skills are superficial and I'm afraid it will pollute my adoptive father's ears." She declined.
Cheng Ying looked at her quietly, "I heard you play the pipa in the Plum Garden."
Yu Jiao was a little surprised. It turned out that Cheng Ying was also in the Plum Garden when she played the pipa that day. No wonder he later asked someone to send a pipa to her.
Yu Jiao had no choice but to sit down at the stone table and pick up the pipa on the table.
"I haven't played for a long time. If I don't play well, please don't be offended, godfather." Yu Jiao plucked the strings. Before she started, she heard Cheng Ying say, "Play the piece you played in the Plum Garden."
Yu Jiao lowered her head slightly, moved her five fingers slightly, and the clear music poured out like a jade bead plate.
The sky was already dimming, and faces were becoming blurry. Cheng Ying was leaning against the railing of the pavilion. Her phoenix eyes, as deep as an unfathomable cold pond, fell squarely on Yu Jiao. There was a burning and strange depth in her eyes, which looked through her like a poison to quench thirst, recalling another unreachable person.
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