Chapter 65: Saint Girl Doesn’t Fall in Love 34

Mingnan took a carriage to the villa on the outskirts of Prince City.

This villa covers a very large area and is built against the mountain. The courtyard is planted with flowers and trees. When spring comes, the whole courtyard is filled with fragrance. When the wind blows, the flowers fall like rain, and it is as beautiful as a fairyland.

After Mingnan got off the car, he was led all the way to the backyard by the maid.

An octagonal pavilion was built by the lake, and the prince was sitting in the pavilion pouring wine.

The maid stopped outside the garden and Mingnan came in alone.

Hearing footsteps, the prince looked up and saw the person he had been thinking about day and night coming towards him.

Her creamy skin could be vaguely seen through the thin, wide-sleeved green shirt with gold makeup flowers. She wore a pink chest-length skirt underneath, tied with a green ribbon that fluttered in the wind as she walked, making her look elegant and agile.

The magnolia branches were blown aside, revealing her bright face.

When she raised her eyes, she happened to see the prince, and she smiled, and the white magnolias on her temples suddenly dimmed.

The prince's eyes were full of her. No one knew what he was thinking. He seemed to be still standing there, but his soul seemed to have floated away.

Mingnan walked closer and listened to the sound of dripping water. She looked down and couldn't help but remind him with a smile: "Your Highness, are you feeding the table with wine?"

"Um?"

The prince suddenly came to his senses and remembered that he was pouring wine. He didn't even notice that the glass was full and he kept pouring wine into it. The wine overflowed and flowed down the table.

He quickly withdrew his hand and coughed awkwardly, "I'll ask someone to change a pot of wine."

He hurried away with the wine bottle and passed by Mingnan. Mingnan clearly saw the red tips of his ears.

【It’s fun to tease innocent puppies. 】

205: [Host, be careful. Even a pure puppy will bite you if it gets pushed too far. Hehe~]

Ming Nan is no longer the Ming Nan she used to be. She smiled at 205's provocation and said, "Oh, it's like I don't bite."

205: [……]

The prince came back with the wine changed, wiped the wine on the table with a handkerchief, and asked her to sit down as if nothing had happened.

He placed the full glass of wine in front of himself and took another wine glass to pour her some wine.

The wine is clear, but has a hint of fruity aroma.

Mingnan was curious, "What kind of wine is this?"

"Pear cider."

The prince smiled and said, "Tsk, tsk?"

Mingnan picked up the wine glass and took a sip. It was a bit pungent at first, but then the taste of pear came up and neutralized the strong taste of the wine perfectly, leaving a sweet aftertaste.

Her eyes lit up, "It tastes good."

Then he took a second sip.

The prince looked at her with a smile, picked up the serving chopsticks and gave her some food. "Even if the food tastes good, you can't drink too much. Fill your stomach first before drinking, otherwise you will get drunk easily."

Mingnan reluctantly put down the wine glass and glanced at the dishes on the table, all of which were her favorites.

She hadn't eaten much in the morning, but the wine had whetted her appetite, so she ate a piece of sweet and sour fish.

Seeing that she liked it, the prince simply put the sweet and sour fish in front of her.

The two of them didn't talk much while eating. It was only when they started tasting wine that they started chatting casually.

I always look forward to meeting you when we haven't met before, but when we really meet, I don't know what to say.

I had a lot to say, but after drinking two glasses of wine, I suppressed it.

When their eyes met, it was as if they understood everything without saying anything.

After thinking about it over and over again, the word "lovesickness" still comes to mind.

Now that we've met, the longing has faded away and there's no need to talk about it anymore.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Mingnan was already a little drunk.

She held her chin and watched the red sun setting in the west. The afterglow cast a golden glow, dyeing the clouds in the sky a beautiful orange-red.

As she watched, she felt like she had become one of them, floating gently in the wind, not knowing where she came from or where she was going.

As she was watching, she suddenly felt a heaviness on her shoulders.

She looked up blankly, and saw the prince leaning over her and asking gently, "Are you sleepy?"

Mingnan shook his head slowly.

The prince stared at her for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and stroked her blushing face.

"Then let's go rafting."

"Rafting?" Mingnan turned his head and looked at the lake outside the pavilion.

The surface of the lake is like a silver mirror, clearly reflecting the scenery on both sides and the red sun.

The prince stood up, holding Mingnan's hand. A small boat without a canopy had landed by the lake.

He went up first, stood firm, turned around, stretched out his hand and said to Mingnan: "Be careful."

Mingnan felt weak and staggered when he stepped down, almost falling. But after being hugged by the prince, he started to smile.

Helplessly he carried the person to the bow, sat at the back, picked up the oar and started rowing.

The boat slowly left the shore and headed towards the center of the lake.

Mingnan sat cross-legged, feeling the warm evening breeze with the fragrance of flowers blowing against her face, and she squinted her eyes comfortably.

The boat made a slight rustling sound as it broke through the lake water, ripples spread out on the surface of the water, and reflections gathered and dispersed, then gathered and dispersed again.

Mingnan couldn't help but nodding his head and humming a song to the rhythm of the prince's rowing.

“…following it upstream, the way is long and obstructed; following it downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the water (1).”

The sound is melodious, long and gentle.

The prince looked at her swaying steps in the wind and listened to her song, his eyes becoming deep.

When he heard her sing the second time, he started to sing along.

Mingnan was startled, then turned to look at him in surprise and joy.

The prince encouraged her to continue with his eyes.

Mingnan held her chin with one hand and looked at him with a smile, while she placed her other hand on her knee and tapped the beat lightly. She sang the first line and the prince sang the second line.

"Reeds grow thickly, white dew turns to frost——"

"The so-called sweetheart is on the other side of the water——(2)"

The singing of the two people echoed on the vast lake. A group of sparrows flew in from the horizon, landed on a branch, tilted their heads to look at them, and then flew up again when they sang the next sentence, leaving their nimble reflections on the water.

The sun sets and the moon rises, dusk falls, and the stars shine brightly.

Mingnan was tired from singing and was about to lie down to look at the stars when he vaguely saw something approaching in the residual light.

She turned around and saw several lifelike lotus lanterns floating in all directions.

The green leaves and pink petals are crystal clear and extremely beautiful.

Mingnan was so shocked that he sat up straight and stared eagerly.

The prince smiled, turned the oars, and the boat headed deeper into the lotus lanterns.

Mingnan reached out and picked up a lamp, and found a piece of paper stuck in the petals of the lotus lamp. She pulled it out and put the lamp back, unfolded the note and saw that it was written by the prince.

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the prince. The prince let go of the oar and raised his chin, "Let's take a look."

Mingnan lowered his eyes and looked at it, muttering to himself.

"Long time no see, I missed you so much."

The prince smiled and handed her another cup, "More."

Mingnan took it and took out the note, "I like the flowers that Nannan gave me very much, but it's a pity that the flowers have withered before I can even finish my longing for them."

Her face flushed and she put the light back, with a vague guess in her mind.

So she picked up a few more lamps and looked at them. There was a note inside each lamp with different words on it.

There is no logic, it's like I just write whatever comes to my mind.

Some of them are so straightforward that they make people blush, but also move people.

There were more and more lights coming from behind, and the content on the note became funnier.

What about "Father is lazy and bullies his son", what about "The Imperial Master has no good face when he sees me, he feels wronged"...

Mingnan couldn't stop laughing after seeing this, and he sobered up a lot.

Finally, she found an exceptionally large lotus lantern.

——Digression——

(1) and (2) are both quoted from the Book of Songs, “Jian Jia”. The song is quite nice, and you can search for it yourself if you are curious.