Liang Yuan overheard this; after all, she had practiced martial arts and possessed exceptional hearing.
She said jokingly, "That young man in blue is looking for you, isn't he? Why don't you go and meet him?"
Seeing Luo Jiu hesitate, he patted her shoulder and generously added, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."
Luo Jiu was somewhat helpless, but she still smiled and said gently with a hint of shyness, "Then thank you very much, sister."
As soon as Luo Jiu stepped into the pavilion, she was grasped by a pair of warm hands.
"Jiu'er." A clear and gentle voice came from the man's mouth. Luo Jiu had never known that her name could be called out with such tenderness by someone else. Even Luo Jiu, who was used to seeing the world, couldn't help but blush.
It's just a pity that the "Jiu'er" you mentioned has drifted away to who knows where.
"Brother Qingyun, did you wait for me here on purpose?" Luo Jiu tilted her head and looked at him, a little puzzled.
"I heard about the Third Prince giving you a gift yesterday," Xiao Qingyun said. After speaking, she looked at Luo Jiu with a hint of hesitation.
"Oh, I didn't accept his gift."
Luo Jiu had only said this one sentence when she was suddenly pulled into Xiao Qingyun's arms. A cool, ink-scented fragrance wafted over, just like the person he was—aloof yet carrying a gentle, scholarly air.
"Jiu'er, my Jiu'er." Each word was filled with tender affection. Xiao Qingyun hugged Luo Jiu tightly, as if only in this way could he feel that Luo Jiu was his.
"Wait for me a little longer..."
Xiao Qingyun's eyes were filled with helplessness. This was the girl he deeply loved, the girl he wanted to marry the moment he saw her. But...
Unable to keep his promise, he could only weakly and rudely ask Luo Jiu for more time.
He knew how captivating the girl he cherished was, like a vibrant, blooming flower attracting countless admirers. But his only asset in winning her heart was that the girl he cherished also harbored feelings for him.
Luo Jiu sensed Xiao Qingyun's unease and anxiety. An indescribable heartache surged through Luo Jiu's heart, gripping it tightly and making it hard for her to breathe. Luo Jiu understood that this was the lingering obsession left behind by the original owner of the body.
She felt a pang of sadness. Two people who clearly loved each other were forced to separate, and eventually died apart. It was a helpless and sorrowful situation, a case of being destined to be apart.
“Brother Qingyun…” Luo Jiu gently patted his back, comforting him with slow, gentle pats.
"Your Jiu'er will be waiting for you..." She has been waiting for you, waiting for you to marry her.
After comforting Xiao Yunqing, Luo Jiu followed Jin Xia back to the banquet via a side path. In this era, although there was no such thing as women staying at home, the crime of secret meetings between men and women was still taken very seriously. If someone caught them doing something wrong, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face.
Luo Jiu hates trouble, so she will never give anyone a chance to use her against her.
The tea party wasn't as formal as a luncheon or dinner; it was a casual, informal affair. Several ladies sat on soft stools, admiring the flowers, sipping tea, chatting about gossip, and catching up with each other.
Entertainment options were extremely limited in this era, and banquets were an excellent way for them to pass the time.
As soon as Luo Jiu stepped into the tea garden, Liang Yuan pulled her aside and started feeding her all sorts of things. This was her way of expressing goodwill.
When she looks at you with loving eyes, even through the white silk, Luo Jiu finds it hard to refuse.
Several days passed uneventfully. After that night, Xiao Zhuo never climbed in through the window again in the middle of the night, and Xiao Qingyun never sought out Luo Jiu in private again after the banquet.
The Jin mother and daughter seemed to know about Luo Jiu's change, and for a while they couldn't come up with a countermeasure. They didn't dare to provoke her blindly, so Luo Jiu was living a very comfortable life.
However, today seems to be an unusual day.
Early in the morning, after having breakfast, Luo Jiu lay on a chair basking in the sun. Half-asleep, she was awakened by Jin Xia's exclamation.
"Miss, Miss, wake up!"
Luo Jiu opened her eyes and heard Jin Xia's voice, almost cracking with joy. Before Luo Jiu could ask anything, Jin Xia eagerly continued:
"Today, the imperial examination results were announced, and Young Master Xiao has won the top scholar title!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu was momentarily stunned. An overwhelming sense of unease washed over her once more.
"Jiu'er, wait for me a moment..."
"When I top the list in the college entrance exam, I'll definitely come and marry you..."
These two sentences kept swirling in my mind. The man's gentle voice seemed to be etched deep in my memory. Whenever I thought of it, I felt an unbearable heartache.
"Miss, why are you crying?"
Luo Jiu looked up at her with a somewhat confused expression. "Did I cry?"
She reached up to her face; it was wet. Tears seeped into her mouth, an unbearable bitterness spreading through her budding lips.
She knew that this was left behind by the original owner of the body, imprinted in this body, and whenever she heard about Xiao Qingyun, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart.
If you were so reluctant to part with him, why did you give up on yourself so easily in the first place?
Luo Jiu believed that the reason she was able to transmigrate into this body must be because the original owner had the idea of dying.
Luo Jiu reached out and wiped away the tears on both sides, then smiled.
"It's nothing, I'm just too happy."
Her voice was slightly hoarse, her fingers were clasped together, and she looked somewhat agitated and at a loss.
Jinxia then put aside her doubts. The more her young mistress loved Young Master Xiao, the more she wanted to marry him. Over the years, she had witnessed their meeting, their growing understanding, and their deepening acquaintance.
Young Master Xiao was once a ray of light in Miss's life. How many people would rather stay in the darkness than hold onto the light?
"Miss, let Jinxia style your hair into a beautiful updo so that Young Master Xiao won't be able to take his eyes off you the moment he sees you."
Jin Xia's teasing finally pulled Luo Jiu out of her heart palpitations, and she raised her hand to pat her palm.
"You little brat, Jinxia, how dare you tease your young lady like that?"
"Hehe, Miss, please stop moving. If you don't hurry, and the top scholar brings over the betrothal gifts while you're still dressed in such a disheveled state, even the master might not be able to tolerate you anymore."
Luo Jiu snorted softly, pouted, and obediently sat up straight. He muttered something about how Xiao Qingyun would abandon him if he disliked him, but his body language betrayed him.
Although she was a little flustered, unsure how to win over the male lead if she really married him, she had no grounds to back out of the engagement.
After all, this was the wedding that the original owner had longed for but could not have. Having taken over someone else's body, wouldn't it be too cruel to deprive her of her wish as well?
Luo Jiu was dressed and made up by Jin Xia for a long time before she was finally ready to be seen.
However, Luo Jiu waited from the scorching noon until the evening glow filled with the last rays of sunlight, but no one came to call her. Not even a messenger came.
Suddenly, a wave of palpitations washed over me again.
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