Chapter 93: Affection
"Master Jiang, I said last time that I should thank you."
There was a hint of cunning in Shen Jiasui's words, but her expression was so frank that no one could detect any flattery or currying favor in it.
At this moment, Jiang Xun could hardly suppress the smile on his lips.
He naturally knew that Miss Chen was continuing what she said last time at the gate of the Bo's Mansion.
These words, which were unfinished words that only the two of them could understand, made him feel an indescribable closeness.
Shen Jiasui did not give Jiang Xun a chance to be polite. After she finished speaking, she smiled and nodded at Jiang Xun again, then turned and left.
At this moment, she realized it belatedly and felt a little annoyed.
She didn't even know how she could take this step and stand in front of Lord Jiang.
I can thank you next time we meet, but I have to thank you before Cui Mingjue and King Rui——
Thinking of this, Shen Jiasui turned his head and glanced, only to find that King Rui's carriage had already left.
But she still couldn't hide her regret.
Perhaps it was because Lord Jiang was dressed like a scholar today, looking particularly well-behaved and approachable, which made her forget his identity for a moment and couldn't help but walk closer?
Wait, well behaved?
How could she use this word to describe Lord Jiang?
Shen Jiasui quickly shook his head, leaving Shen Jiaheng, who happened to be meeting him, completely confused.
"Sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you shaking your head? Did Lord Jiang say something to you?"
At this moment, Shen Jiaheng also began to feel scared.
He really felt that Lord Jiang and his sister were a good match, so just now in order to inspire Lord Jiang, he impulsively told Lord Jiang his sister's evaluation.
Did Lord Jiang just file a complaint? But he didn't see Lord Jiang open his mouth...
Sister, you won’t be... angry with him, right?
Shen Jiaheng was feeling uneasy, and Cui Mingjue, who was not far away, also quietly focused his attention and pricked up his ears, with a hint of nervousness clearly revealed in his eyes.
Perhaps it was because she had been living too much of a life of discipline and repression that she yearned for the unrestrained and flamboyant Shen Jiasui so much. She caught his eye at first sight.
If she already had Jiang Xun in her heart, she would have no chance.
"Are the knee-length coats enough for you? If not, I'll ask someone to bring another cart."
Shen Jiasui was still secretly upset about his own loss of composure, and simply spoke nonsense.
Shen Jiaheng: “Ah?”
Cui Mingjue who was eavesdropping:? ? ?
At this time, Shen Jiasui had already approached, and Cui Mingjue had no reason to stay and could only say goodbye.
The timing is obviously not appropriate and it is also quite abrupt. I'd better save what I want to say for the welcoming banquet in December.
If he guessed correctly, this would be a major event in the capital, and might be held in the imperial garden outside the capital.
There are beautiful mountains and rivers there, and there is also a large forest of wintersweet. We'll talk about it when the time comes...
Shen Jiasui politely saw Cui Mingjue off, and when he looked back, Jiang Xun was no longer there.
Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief, got into the carriage with Shen Jiaheng, and told him everything that had happened in the Lu Mansion.
Shen Jiaheng couldn't help but marvel at Aunt Zhou's methods. At this time, Shen Jiasui also mentioned:
"Brother Heng, Lu Yunsheng seems to be a good person, and he is not the same type as Lu Yunzheng."
"If he encounters difficulties in the Imperial College, please help him without leaving any trace, just for the sake of your sister's friendship with Aunt Zhou."
Shen Jiaheng understood, and stayed in the carriage talking to Shen Jiasui for a while. In the end, he did not dare to admit that he had revealed the matter of "The Moon in the Sky", so he had to enter the Imperial College with a guilty conscience.
Shen Jiasui did not stay any longer and returned to General Dingguo's mansion.
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The other side.
As Jiang Xun approached the carriage, Nan Feng came up to him and whispered, "Sir, there was a carriage parked in the corner just now, and Cui Mingjue got on it."
Jiang Xun showed no surprise when he heard this.
At the morning court today, His Majesty mentioned that Princess Jieyou will soon be returning to the capital with Princess Anning, and all parties must be ready to make a move.
His Royal Highness Prince Rui must want to strengthen his relationship with the eldest princess, and Cui Mingjue is an excellent candidate.
At this time, Jiang Xun couldn't help but think of the look Cui Mingjue gave Shen Jiasui, and frowned slightly.
Not long after he got on the carriage, Mr. Lin came back.
"How is it? I heard that Miss Shen is here too?"
The moment the curtain was lifted, Mr. Lin came in with a smile on his face, instantly blowing away the silence in the carriage.
Jiang Xun raised his head, a solemn expression on his face, "Teacher, what do you think of what I said today?"
When Elder Lin heard this, his smile faded, and he frowned after sitting down, "Have you thought it through? Even meeting Miss Shen today didn't change your mind?"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Jiang Xun's face for a moment, as if he had been thinking for a long time, and when he heard the three words "Miss Chen", he began to waver again.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Elder Lin suddenly clapped his hands, stared at Jiang Xun with a look of curiosity, and shouted:
"Great, great, you are really in love!"
"When did I ever see such a hesitant look on your face? I tricked you into revealing it, didn't I?"
Mr. Lin was so happy that he wanted to get up and dance.
Jiang Xun: “…”
It was a mistake, but the experience is still the best.
He tried to change the subject, "Teacher, what about my proposal? How is it?"
However, Mr. Lin didn't buy it. He smiled teasingly and approached Jiang Xun with a questioning look on his face.
"Hurry up, tell me, Master, when did you, a stinking stone, finally become wise? Did you fall in love with him at first sight at the gate of the Imperial College?"
"No, no, no, you are not such a superficial person who cares so much about appearance. Then is it... Prince Rong's Mansion? Jokhang Temple? Or... the Earl's Mansion?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, your vision is good. What did your teacher say at the beginning? The daughter of the Shen family is the best. You are still stubborn!"
Jiang Xun: “…”
Just keep talking, and when the old man gets tired of talking, he will stop.
.......
As expected, Old Lin was talking until his mouth was dry, but Jiang Xun was a cautious person and never provided food or tea in the carriage, which forced Old Lin to shut up.
At this time, Jiang Xun brushed his sleeves leisurely and said in a calm voice: "Teacher, how is it?"
Lin Lao took a breath, finally gave in, took out a letter from his pocket, and said unhappily, "Take a look."
Jiang Xun took it and took out the letter paper. He read ten lines at a glance and nodded seriously, "Teacher, it's settled."
Seeing Jiang Xun lowering his eyes, Mr. Lin meticulously stuffed the letter back into his pocket. As he looked at it, a trace of heartache could not help but well up in his eyes.
"Straighten it. Sometimes you don't have to—"
"teacher."
At this time, Jiang Xun suddenly spoke, but he never looked up.
"How can a person get the moon in the sky?"
"I think... you need a pair of incomparable strong arms to reach the sky, so that you can embrace the moon in your arms one day."
"But now, the disciple doesn't have it."
“So, teacher, please don’t mention Miss Shen anymore. If I can’t even protect her, then every step I take towards her is mean and selfish.”
Elder Lin opened his mouth and looked at his disciple's serious and almost solemn face. Even though he was an eloquent man, he couldn't utter a word at this moment.
It was not until this moment that Jiang Xun raised his head, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Please send this letter out, teacher. The welcoming banquet in December is going to be a tough battle."
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