For the entire afternoon, two hours, except when Feng Yu asked Zhou Jing'an to go and chat, Ye Song kept talking in Zhou Jing'an's ears for the rest of the time.
I took it apart and broke it into pieces to tell him how to pursue love.
As a result, Zhou Jing'an's head was still buzzing during dinner, and those methods and words kept circling in his head.
It also made his successful and passive mind full of Jiang Ling.
Ye Song said that the first step was to give her a birthday gift, so he had to give the brush to Miss Jiang.
So just after he finished dinner and washed his hands, Ye Song pushed him out of the tent and told him to get moving quickly, otherwise the hunting would start tomorrow and he would have to accompany the emperor, so he would have no time to spend with Jiang Ling.
Zhou Jingan thought about it and realized that he really couldn't take care of Jiang Ling anymore, so he took the purple-hair brush and went out to look for her.
He had only taken a few steps when he saw three people walking side by side in front of him. He easily recognized that the one in the middle was Jiang Ling.
How to leave her alone?
It’s inconvenient to talk with Cheng An and Wu Wanying around.
He was just hesitating whether to call Ye Song and ask him to lead the other two away when he saw the three of them turn around and look at him.
Zhou Jing'an paused and thought to just let it go. After all, it was a birthday gift, and it could also be used as an apology for what happened to Jiang Ling in the Prime Minister's Mansion last time. No one else could find any fault with it.
But he had just taken a few steps when someone blocked his way.
When I looked up, I realized it was Chang Shu.
She had already bowed: "Mr. Zhou, how are you?"
Zhou Jing'an had no choice but to step back and bow, saying, "Miss Chang, you are well too."
Logically speaking, now that Zhou Jing'an has an official rank, Chang Shu should call him Lord Zhou.
She paid so much attention to Zhou Jing'an that it was impossible for her not to know that he had passed the imperial examination and had received the imperial decree. It could only be said that the little girl's thoughts were too obvious. She wanted to continue to use the same title as before to bring the two closer together.
Everyone present knew what Chang Shu was thinking. Cheng An even snorted when Zhou Jingan returned the gift: "He was arguing with Shen Qingru the other day, and now he's looking for Chang Shu again."
She pulled Jiang Ling and was about to leave, "Ling'er, let's go somewhere else. Don't disturb them. They're also an eyesore to us."
After Zhou Jing'an finished his greetings, he wanted to go straight to find Jiang Ling.
He knew Chang Shu's little thoughts, but he didn't want to be held back by these things. Besides, he didn't think that her calling him "Mr. Zhou" was any closer than "Lord Zhou."
Whether they are close or not is not determined by the same title.
But now he vaguely heard Cheng An's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then looked at Jiang Ling's reaction.
Jiang Ling had an indifferent expression on her face. She glanced at them and saw that Chang Shu had already started to talk to him with a smile. Then she saw Zhou Jing'an looking over and she frowned slightly at the right time. Her eyes fell on the two of them with an expression of "as expected".
Then he turned and left without stopping.
Somehow, Zhou Jing'an felt a panic in his heart when he saw her appearance, and he immediately wanted to catch up with her and explain something.
But at this moment, Ye Song came over quickly and said, "Sir, the Emperor invites you to come over and have a chat."
Seeing Jiang Ling walking farther and farther away like a fluttering butterfly, Zhou Jing'an stopped with difficulty.
Seeing this, Chang Shu didn't want to keep him, so she said, "Young master, please do as you please," and left.
Zhou Jing'an walked slowly towards Feng Yu's tent, still holding the wooden box in his hand.
Seeing that the wooden box was still in the young master's hand, Ye Song knew that it had not been given away. He sighed and said, "Young master, why didn't you just go over there?"
"I..." Zhou Jing'an wanted to say that he was just a step behind, but then he thought of Jiang Ling's expression and felt a little depressed. He whispered, "Not only did I not deliver the item, but she might have misunderstood me."
"What?!" Ye Song was shocked and asked hurriedly what had happened. After understanding what had happened, he was silent for a moment, with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.
He hesitated, "Sir, aren't you pushing Miss Jiang further away? She's watching from afar and must think you're familiar with Miss Chang."
Zhou Jing'an knew that his handling of the matter was inappropriate, so he did not make any excuses and just said that he would not do it again next time.
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Feng Yu sat in front of the chessboard, sipping a cup of tea in his hand.
Seeing Zhou Jing'an coming in, he said, "No need to greet, come on, play chess with me to finish the game you didn't finish in the afternoon." He changed his self-proclaimed name again, which meant he had switched identities and wanted to have a casual chat with Zhou Jing'an.
When he sat down opposite him, Feng Yu immediately noticed that something was wrong with him and asked, "What's wrong? Did the plan go awry?"
Zhou Jingan shook his head, "No, everything went according to plan."
"Then why are you like this? Your eyebrows are drooping, and you look frustrated and lost." Feng Yu was curious. He rarely saw this expression on his face. After all, there were not many things that could stump Zhou Jing'an.
Seeing Feng Yu keep asking questions, Zhou Jing'an thought about how loving he and his sister were, and thought that Feng Yu must have some experience in matters of love between men and women, so his expression relaxed a little.
Feng Yu took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Tell me quickly, maybe I can help you out."
Zhou Jingan looked up at him, "Then you have to promise not to tell your sister."
"Hiss—" Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, "What are you hiding from her?"
"I'm just afraid that my sister will get to know and cause trouble for her." For example, at the last tea-tasting party, Zhou Jing'an later came to his senses and realized that Zhou Ning'an was deliberately provoking him that day to find out his feelings for Jiang Ling.
Then he was fooled.
Now Zhou Ning'an must feel that his feelings towards Jiang Ling are different.
Zhou Jing'an clenched his fists slightly, glanced to the side, and his face felt a little hot.
Although... ahem, he does feel bad for Jiang Ling now...
But I can't let my sister test her, so as not to cause her trouble. What if she scare her away?
Feng Yu didn't know that he had so many thoughts in his mind, but seeing that he looked suddenly uncomfortable and hearing the word "she" in his words, Feng Yu was smart and guessed that it must be related to that Miss Jiang.
He said sternly, "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell Ning An this time."
"Are you sure?" Zhou Jing'an narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
"I definitely won't tell you." Feng Yu blinked and said with a teasing smile, "It won't be too late to tell your sister after you've coaxed the girl into your arms."
Zhou Jing'an was stunned and immediately felt his ears burning.
I thought to myself, Feng Yu is indeed very proficient in this area, he guessed it so quickly.
I decided to talk to him about it right away, maybe I could give him some advice.
So Zhou Jing'an briefly told her about his relationship with Jiang Ling, and also about what happened today.
Then he got a roll of the eyes from Feng Yu.
Feng Yu slowly shook his head, looking at him with a look of disappointment. He said quietly, "Ning An is right. You are really a piece of wood, or a rotten wood at that."
It is simply impossible to carve.
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