Chapter 82 She was too close, it was a little hot
"letter,"
Without looking up, Yuwen Ye wrote, "I made a promise with my father that after we settled in Luoyang, I would write him a letter to let him know I was safe."
Shang Ruyi walked behind him and peeked out.
Yuwen Ye's wrists were slender with prominent bones, making them appear very strong. Even when he held a pen, it was as if he were wielding a weapon. As the pen tip fell, each character appeared upright and dignified, just like him.
The last time I saw his handwriting was on our wedding day, with that romantic poem urging us to get ready for the wedding. It's completely different from what I saw now.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi's face couldn't help but turn slightly red.
As Yuwen Ye was writing, his nose caught a faint scent, like milk. He couldn't help but turn around and look. He saw Shang Ruyi wearing a thin long dress, her hair still damp. Because it was still hot, she exuded a sweet, faint fragrance after taking a bath.
Yuwen Ye suddenly felt that she was too close and a little hot.
So he frowned and said, "Go and comb your hair."
Shang Ruyi didn't know what she had done to offend him again, so she could only sit down at the dressing table on the other side and let Tu She'er comb her hair. While he was combing her hair, she thought of something and said, "When will you send this letter?"
"The sooner the better."
"How about tomorrow? I'd like to buy some hawthorn berries that Mom likes, and steamed cherries that Dad likes, and bring them along on the way."
Yuwen Ye paused, turning to look at her: "How did you know they like to eat these?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi blinked but didn't say anything.
She couldn't tell him that she knew Guan Yunmu's taste because she had specifically tasted the tea snacks at Xianglaiju; nor could she tell him that she had sent Yuwen Yuan a whole box of fruit and delicacies at that time, and then went to her father-in-law's room to pay her respects, paying special attention to which snacks he ate the fastest, which is how she found out his taste.
Yuwen Ye looked at her for a while, said nothing, and continued to write with his head down. After a long while, he said, "Alright. I'll go with you tomorrow."
Shang Ruyi looked at him with some surprise.
Is it just my imagination? It seems that ever since she returned to Luoyang, Yuwen Ye's attitude towards her has been much better than before.
As dusk approached, preparations for dinner began in the manor. Just then, a servant hurried in from outside and said to Yuwen Ye, "Young Master, a guest has arrived."
Yuwen Ye raised his head: "Who?"
Before the servant could speak, he heard a chuckling voice behind him say leisurely, "If we had known we would disturb Brother Fengchen and his wife, we wouldn't have come."
Then, more laughter followed.
Shang Ruyi was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and looked. She saw the servant step aside, and several young men walked to the door with smiles on their faces. Standing at the front was a young man in white, about the same age as Yuwen Ye. He had a handsome face and was holding a paper fan, exuding a rather dashing air.
It was he who just spoke.
The other young men were also young and handsome, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Shang Ruyi looked at them and realized that they were the groomsmen at her previous wedding.
Especially the one who spoke; he was the one who egged her on by calling her a fairy during the wedding procession that day.
Shang Ruyi calmly sized up each of them.
No……
Just then, an unhappy female voice rang out from behind the dashing young man: "Pei Xingyuan, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak."
The one who spoke was a tall woman. She was exceptionally beautiful, and her beauty was sharp, even somewhat oppressive. In particular, her brow bones were prominent and her eye sockets were deep. When she stared at someone, she gave people the feeling that her gaze was like a knife.
At that moment, Shang Ruyi felt as if a blade had pierced her body.
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