Chapter 111 Chapter 111 The girl lay on the bed with the scent of pine in her nose...
The next morning, when the first rays of morning light shone into the house, Zhao Mingsheng woke up from his sweet dream.
It was a very comfortable sleep. There was no bumpy ride in the carriage, nor the tense atmosphere of rushing. By the end of yesterday, Chengzhong's condition had stabilized. I just felt a little cold when I fell asleep, but it was quickly washed away by the warmth.
The drowsiness of the past few days seemed to disappear in this sleep, and the whole body regained its vitality.
The girl sat up from her bed, stretching lazily before letting the thin silk slip down to her waist. Only then did she realize something was amiss with her surroundings. Some of the furnishings seemed too expensive for a guest room, and the air lingered with a faint scent of cold pine. She felt the scent was vaguely familiar, but for a moment, she couldn't place it.
Don’t think about these things for now. Zhao Mingsheng lowered his head and found that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
Yesterday... I seemed to have fallen asleep leaning against a stone pillar?
The last memory I have is of that blurry figure in the sunset at the academy...
Just as Zhao Mingsheng was trying to recall, there were two knocks on the door, and a cold male voice came from outside:
"Are you up yet?"
Yan Zhuo?
Zhao Mingsheng recognized his voice immediately. She looked down at her clothes, which were a little messy after sleeping all night, and hurriedly sorted them out while answering outside the room:
"It's up, it's up."
Hearing the somewhat hurried but powerful voice of the girl in the room, Yan Zhuo couldn't help but chuckle.
Zhao Mingsheng washed up with the clean water in the room. The face towel hanging on the side looked clean. She picked it up uncertainly and sniffed it. It was exactly the same cold pine scent she had smelled before. The clear but not strong fragrance rushed to the tip of her nose. It was pleasant and intoxicating, making her unable to help but take another deep breath.
After wiping the water droplets off his face, Zhao Mingsheng stared at his clothes and felt troubled.
The clothes were full of wrinkles after a night's sleep, and no matter how Zhao Mingsheng smoothed them out, she couldn't smooth them out. After struggling with the wrinkles for a while without success, she had to give up and went to open the door for Yan Zhuo first.
Just when Yan Zhuo thought he would have to wait for a while longer, the door was pushed open without any warning. He looked up and saw the girl in the room with a face as tender as peach blossoms in March without any makeup. There were still a few drops of water on her forehead that had not been wiped away. Her watery eyes were sparkling and full of vitality.
He was slightly stunned and couldn't help but recall what happened yesterday.
The girl sleeping soundly in his arms was well-behaved and adorable, and after waking up, she was full of energy and as bright as the sun.
No matter which version of her she was, Yan Zhuo was moved by her.
Before Yan Zhuo could say anything, Zhao Mingsheng stared at his face and said, "Much better than yesterday."
A sudden sentence interrupted Yan Zhuo's recollection.
"What's better?"
He asked after a moment's silence.
"It's your complexion." Zhao Mingsheng touched his chin and said, "It's much better than when we met yesterday. It seems you got a good rest last night."
Yan Zhuo couldn't help but touch his face. Did he really look so bad yesterday?
But he didn't refute it. He had indeed slept well last night. The thought of Zhao Mingsheng sleeping in his bed made him feel more at ease. Even though he was sleeping on the small couch in the study, he slept more soundly than he had in recent days.
The man curled his lips and said in a low and pleasant voice:
"Well, what about you? Did you sleep well last night?"
Zhao Mingsheng nodded at first, then suddenly remembered his previous doubts and touched his nose embarrassedly: "You sent me back last night?"
In fact, Zhao Mingsheng was not quite sure whether the figure in her memory yesterday was Yan Zhuo, but her intuition and feeling pointed to the person in front of her.
Yan Zhuo hummed lightly, his tone pretending to be calm: "I went to the academy for inspection last night and saw you sleeping next to the stone pillar, so I brought you back."
As for how he brought it back, he didn't say a word.
"Thank...thank you." Zhao Mingsheng smiled at him, "Thank you so much for troubling you. Next time, just wake me up."
"Yes."
Zhao Mingsheng:?
"I can't wake him up."
When I looked up, I found that there was a smile on Yan Zhuo's lips, and his eyes, which were usually dark and deep, were filled with a hint of playfulness.
Zhao Mingsheng then vaguely recalled that someone had indeed called her. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, wishing she could hide like an ostrich.
It turns out that someone called me, but I didn't wake up. I can't blame anyone else. If I have to blame someone, I can only blame myself for sleeping like a pig yesterday! I can sleep like a pig!
Pig: Are you polite?
Seeing that the girl was a little embarrassed, Yan Zhuo was about to confess to her what happened yesterday, but at this moment Jing Liu ran in with something in his hand, and he had to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Your Highness, I've got the things!"
Jing Liu ran in excitedly carrying a package. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he realized that the atmosphere was a little strange. He saw that his prince had a smile on his face, while the young lady from the Zhao family stood there with a flushed face. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was something going on between the two of them.
Jingliu:!!!
What's the difference between him rushing in now and a hundred glowing candles?
If you don’t leave now, when will you leave?
Jing Liu immediately rushed out at twice the speed he came in!
"Hey! Don't go!"
Zhao Mingsheng stared at the package in Jingliu's hand with shining eyes. She recognized at a glance that it was the package containing her clothes. She was worrying about how to change her clothes.
Jing Liu, who was stopped, lowered his head and stared at his outstretched foot, not knowing whether to move forward or retract it.
"Put the things on the table."
It was Yan Zhuo's words that solved his dilemma. Jing Liu walked over quickly, put the things in his hand on the table, and was about to leave when he was stopped.
"Go and take the clothes in my closet to the study."
Jing Liu was slightly stunned, then quickly reacted and responded calmly.
With what happened yesterday in mind, the fact that the prince was planning to give the house to the young lady from the Zhao family was no longer a big deal to him.
Seeing Jing Liu carrying out the packed package with a numb expression and quick movements, Zhao Mingsheng realized belatedly that this room actually belonged to Yan Zhuo. No wonder the furnishings in the room did not look like those of an ordinary guest room.
Zhao Mingsheng looked at Yan Zhuo and asked in surprise, "Is this your house?"
"Well, what?"
"If you give me the house, where will you live?"
Yan Zhuo said frankly, "The study."
"This...how can this be possible!" The girl's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and she seemed unwilling to accept this decision.
Yan Zhuo chuckled and tried to comfort her: "It's okay. I usually sleep in the study at night. It would be a waste to leave this room empty."
Now that things have come to this, Zhao Mingsheng doesn't know what to say anymore.
The package containing her clothes was placed on Yan Zhuo's left hand side. Zhao Mingsheng was lazy and walked around it without taking a few more steps. He leaned over and hooked it, and the distance between him and Yan Zhuo was shortened a lot.
Naturally, I also smelled the familiar cold pine scent.
Zhao Mingsheng was stunned.
It turned out that the pleasant smell of cold pine came from Yan Zhuo's body. After realizing this, Zhao Mingsheng's face flushed red.
Then I smelled that handkerchief for so long before, wouldn’t that make me look like a pervert? This is too embarrassing!
"What's wrong?"
Yan Zhuo's somewhat low voice sounded in his ears, and Zhao Mingsheng suddenly came back to his senses. He grabbed the package and hugged it to his chest, stammering:
"No, nothing. I need to change my clothes. You can go out first."
Yan Zhuo noticed her unnatural stuttering and couldn't help but look at her twice.
"Why...your face is so red? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Mingsheng hesitated and her eyes flickered. She was too embarrassed to tell the real reason.
After not getting a response for a long time, Yan Zhuo reached out his hand to the girl's forehead.
Zhao Mingsheng, immersed in shame, did not react for a while, until a warm and large palm gently touched his forehead, and then he blinked a little late.
The slender knuckles lightly touched the girl's soft skin, and the thin calluses on the fingertips gently brushed against her soft skin, causing a shiver.
He withdrew his hand only after making sure that the person in front of him did not have a fever.
Zhao Mingsheng's mind raced, and he made up an excuse: "I, I'm fine, just a little hungry."
Yan Zhuo had no doubts. "Okay, then you change your clothes first. I'll have breakfast brought over later. I have things to deal with today, so I won't be accompanying you for breakfast."
When he heard that he was leaving, Zhao Mingsheng nodded hurriedly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as she was about to throw herself on the bed and relax, Yan Zhuo, who had just walked to the door, seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned back to remind her: "Don't rush to the academy, Huang Furen is watching over there. Eat more and eat more. It's too light."
Zhao Mingsheng didn't understand what was going on, but he nodded obediently and watched him leave. After seeing the corner of the man's clothes disappear at the door, he threw himself onto the bed.
The girl lay on the bed, her blushing cheeks buried in the quilt, and her nose was increasingly filled with the scent of cold pine. When Zhao Mingsheng thought that this was exactly the same scent as Yan Zhuo's, his face became even redder.
She wanted to change all the bedding, but the scent just happened to suit her taste. The good sleep she had last night was probably due to the scent; it just smelled soothing.
After struggling for a long time, Zhao Mingsheng decided not to bother. She probably wouldn't be staying here for many days anyway. She thought, at worst, she could just switch with Yan Zhuo and live in the study!
Soon someone brought breakfast, which was simple white porridge, steamed buns, and side dishes.
Judging from the variety, it should be a very ordinary breakfast.
But......
Looking at the big bucket of white porridge and the steamed buns piled as high as a mountain, Zhao Mingsheng fell into deep thought.
Before Yan Zhuo left, he told her to eat more. Is this the way to feed the pigs?
Even a pig can’t eat so much!
[Pig: Are you polite?]
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