It was getting late, so Zhao Lan and Su Ruojin left hand in hand.
A man with a goatee in his forties appeared from the back of the alley and winked at the people behind him, "Remember, act quickly."
"Yes, Steward."
The charcoal fire in the carriage kept the room warm. The two of them sat together, holding hands. Zhao Lan's lips touched the young lady's temples. "Ajin, I really hope this is our wedding night."
Gently rubbing, her cheeks warmed up. Suddenly, the words "ear and temples rubbing" flashed through Su Ruojin's mind. She immediately felt shy and stretched out her hand to stop Zhao Lan, "Brother Jin... don't..."
"Ajin..." Zhao Lan leaned closer to the young lady.
One lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and the other raised his head slightly and looked up.
Eyes met.
The young nobleman's eyes were full of affection, so bright and breathtaking that the young lady was stunned. Zhao Lan took advantage of her daze to seal the young lady's cherry lips with his thin lips.
They had been engaged for four years and were about to get married, but there had never been a kiss like this one between them. Zhao Lan controlled the strength of his kiss, being careful, gentle, affectionate and tender, as if he wanted her to feel all his tenderness and love.
His kiss was patient and repetitive, and Su Ruojin was so confused and fascinated by it: "Alan..."
"Ajin..."
The letter N is omitted below.
"Young Prince, Second Lady, we are here."
Shuangrui reminded outside that they had arrived at the Minister's residence.
The two woke up in shock and separated in a hurry. Su Ruojin was busy tidying up her hair and clothes. Zhao Lan saw that she was dazed and weak, so he helped her tidy up with a smile.
Su Ruojin glared at him and said, "It's all your fault." She seemed aggressive, but in fact, she was very soft and pretty.
Zhao Lan's face was full of smiles. He had a fair complexion to begin with, and his lips turned a light rosy red after he became aroused, which made his already handsome facial features look even more picturesque, so good-looking that it made people fantasize about them.
It was so hot that Su Ruojin looked away with difficulty and fanned herself with her hands. This made her wish her wedding day would come right away. So what was the point of having pre-marital phobia?
Zhao Lan got off the carriage, but was stopped by Su Ruojin, "Alan, just send her here."
At this moment, Su Ruojin, who was not a child at heart, no longer wanted to call him "Brother Jin".
After the emotion, the corners of Zhao Lan's eyes were still a little red. When he heard the young lady calling him like that, his eyebrows raised, "Don't call me Brother Jin anymore?"
Why are you yelling? We don’t even know who is older!
Su Ruojin pretended not to hear and said, "In six days, we will be getting married, so don't go in."
Zhao Lan didn't care about such trivial matters. He still insisted on sending the person to the Minister's Mansion.
Su Yanli smiled helplessly when he saw the young couple, and took them to the study to make tea and entertain them. They chatted for a while, from marriage to official business, and then to this year's cold winter, until it was dark and they had dinner, and were "driven away" by Su Ruojin.
Zhao Lan asked Su Ruojin to take him to the door.
"We're getting married in a few days..." He was still so clingy. Su Ruojin glared at him again.
Zhao Lan just smiled, looking reluctant to leave.
As soon as the two stepped out of the door, the servant of the Su family shop ran over hurriedly, "Young master...something bad..."
"What is it? Tell me slowly."
Zhao and Su's expressions suddenly became serious.
The servant panted and said, "So many people are crowding here to buy cotton-padded clothes."
The reason why Zhao Su and the others went to check out the store this morning was because they were afraid that someone would rush to buy the items. However, they didn't expect that this would still happen.
Zhao Lan looked dignified, "San Tai——"
"My little one is..."
"Mobilize personnel..."
"Alan, wait a minute."
Santai was about to turn around to make arrangements when he was stopped by Su Ruojin's voice.
Zhao Lan looked at the young lady, "Ajin... have an idea?"
In later generations, people donated clothes to the poor during severe winters. Su Ruojin remembered an incident in which a big V donated down jackets. Even modern times with abundant material resources are not immune to this, let alone ancient times when people were short of food and clothing.
This reminded Su Ruojin of similar incidents in ancient times, and those famous officials seemed to have resolved them in this way.
She said, "Third Steward, I need your help."
Santai glanced at his master.
Zhao Lan nodded.
San Tai hurriedly walked up to Su Ruojin, "Second Madam..."
Su Ruojin whispered, "Help me like this... like this..."
After a moment, although Santai didn't understand why this happened, he still carried out his orders with all his strength, "Second Madam, don't worry, I will definitely get it done."
"Thank you for your help." (End of this chapter)
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