He stood straight behind the door, wearing white clothes and a white crown, with a cool and outstanding temperament, a pair of fox eyes half-closed, a straight nose and thin lips.
It seems like every time I see him, I am amazed.
Wanran sometimes appears to have a temperament as gentle as jade, or an uncarved jade, naturally flawless, without a trace of earthly air.
Jiang Ling looked at him appreciatively for a few more times and nodded: "I'm fine, how are you?"
She stepped in first, glanced at Xiao Bing who was leaving, turned around and followed her.
"Thanks to Miss Jiang's care, Wanran is doing well." He paused and said softly, "Thank you, Miss Jiang, for sending someone to protect me."
Jiang Ling chuckled.
Is this testing her again?
She turned around and said frankly, "I went with you on the autumn hunt. I was worried that you might get into trouble alone in the capital, so I sent someone to protect you. It wasn't meant to be a surveillance. Don't worry, I've already sent him back."
Jiang Ling sat down on the stone bench and observed the courtyard.
In autumn, many flowers have faded and many plants have withered, but there are not many fallen leaves on the ground and the dead branches have been trimmed. It does not look bleak and desolate, but rather has a hint of autumn.
It seems that he likes this little yard very much.
Jiang Ling thought about this and asked directly, "Did you take care of all this? You really like this place."
Hearing her ask this, Wanran felt a little embarrassed. After all, this was someone else's property, and he had indeed not asked if he could take care of the flowers and plants. It was never nice to tamper with other people's things like this.
He lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I acted without asking you. I won't touch you again."
Jiang Ling smiled and waved her hand, "It's okay, I don't have time to take care of these. You've taken good care of them. If you like, I'll leave it to you. Uncle Wang and Aunt Liu are both good at tending to flowers and plants. If you're interested, you can ask them for advice."
Wanran was very flattered. He looked up at Jiang Ling and doubts arose in his heart again.
Why is she so nice to me?
The environment he grew up in taught him that no one would be nice to you without any purpose or conditions.
Anyone who treats you nicely for no reason is a scam.
Every time we do something good for you, it comes with a price tag, and you need to give something in exchange.
"Miss Jiang, you..."
He wanted to ask her, but he had already asked her this question twice.
Jiang Ling looked at him and knew what he was going to ask. "Don't worry too much. Just think of me as a good person doing good things."
Wanran lowered her eyes, her hands curled slightly behind her back, "Okay, thank you Miss Jiang."
In fact, every time Jiang Ling chatted with Wanran, she felt awkward for no reason.
Because she knew his identity, his secrets, and even knew that he was poisoned.
But she couldn't say all this.
I can't be honest and speak frankly to him. There's always a layer of distance between us when we talk, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.
She sighed helplessly, "Wanran, I really don't mean any harm to you. I just value your talent and don't want you to end up on the streets and force yourself to do things you don't want to do."
Wanran's hand hidden under his sleeve trembled, and he looked up at her.
"Last time I celebrated my birthday, although you were an excellent dancer, I could tell that you were not happy." Jiang Ling whispered softly.
After all, when he was acting out the love scenes, he had a wooden face and didn't look happy at all.
She took a sip of tea and continued, "Dancing is supposed to be a joyful experience. If one day you're dancing and you're not happy, then leave."
He clenched his hands in his sleeves and lowered his eyes.
Jiang Ling carefully considered her words, "That day I wanted to ask if you were willing to go with me, but I was afraid of being abrupt. It wasn't until I saw you injured that day that I couldn't help but bring you here."
This sentence is made up.
Although she admired his dancing skills, she had no intention of hiding him here to admire him alone.
She didn't want to treat Wanran as a canary in a cage.
But she meant what she said earlier.
"So I really have no ill intentions." Jiang Ling concluded.
Wan Ran remained silent for a long time. He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Ling and replied lightly, "Well, I believe Miss Jiang."
Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment. For the first time, she did not see wariness and suspicion in his eyes, at least not at that moment.
The wariness in Wanran's eyes towards her eased a little, which was a good thing.
She came here just to show her face, observe his condition, and judge whether Wanran had met anyone from the previous dynasty who was looking for him.
So it seems that everything is normal.
They lost two generals, and Shen Qingru is also missing. They will probably be in a state of chaos for a while, and the search for Wanran will be less intense.
After Jiang Ling left, Wanran stared at the courtyard gate for a long time.
There are two leaning willow trees at the door. Half of their leaves have fallen off, and the remaining half are still stubbornly hanging on the trees, refusing to leave.
He felt melancholy, yet also felt something was breaking out of the ground.
No one had ever been so kind to him without asking for anything in return.
He was grateful but also overwhelmed.
He had nothing to give Jiang Ling. His body was in tatters and was getting weaker day by day. He was becoming increasingly weak due to the poisoning, and his dancing skills were useless.
And...his identity is special, and those people have been looking for him.
Not only would he be unable to repay her kindness, but he would also bring trouble to Jiang Ling.
But... he really likes it here.
Calm, peaceful, away from disputes and hustle and bustle, dealing only with flowers and plants every day.
It seemed that Jiang Ling was the same. In his eyes, she never seemed to have any worries. She did not get angry in the face of his repeated tests. She just smiled helplessly and told him that she really had no ill intentions.
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