After breakfast, Jin Suting planned to set off for the East Palace.
She couldn't explain it, but in fact, she could cook and practice without going to the East Palace.
Moreover, she would feel more secure in a smaller place, but as soon as Helan Ruizhe invited her, she agreed. She was really not reserved.
However, she was indeed not so restrained when getting along with Helan Ruizhe. Somehow, she always felt that he was like an old friend, but she couldn't tell where she had seen him before.
To be honest, she was also very curious about what kind of face was behind the mask that Helan Ruizhe always wore.
What if it doesn’t look good?
Would she still accept it? Maybe, after all, she herself was not good-looking and ordinary, right?
If it looks good, then she will make money!
She will live in the harem for a long time and it is not difficult for her to face a handsome face every day.
Thinking of this, Jin Suting became excited and went to the East Palace humming a little tune.
She was holding a basket with some ingredients needed for cooking.
"Miss Jin!"
The guard at the door got to know her and greeted her warmly.
Jin Suting took two fruits from the basket and handed them to the guards, one for each.
"You must be tired after standing for so long. Try this. The fruit is very sweet."
Jin Suting smiled like a little sun, and the guard almost accepted the fruit.
Yuan Jing suddenly appeared and coughed, and the guard immediately returned the fruit to Jin Suting.
"Why don't you want it?" Jin Suting looked surprised. "This is really delicious."
Yuan Jing coughed again, embarrassed, and explained, "Miss Jin, the guards of the Eastern Palace are not allowed to eat while on guard duty. So, we appreciate your kindness."
Jin Suting said, "Well, you can put it away first and eat it later. It's not like you have to eat it right away."
She handed the fruit back to the guards and said to them stubbornly, "You, eat it after dinner, it will keep you healthy."
The guards looked at Yuan Jing. Yuan Jing held his forehead with his hand, really impressed by this young lady.
"Take it," he said.
The guard happily accepted it and thanked Jin Suting. She was also happy and cheerful.
Yuan Jing said, "Miss Jin, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for you. Please come in."
Jin Suting's heart tightened. Helan Ruizhe was waiting for her?
She didn't say anything, just followed Yuan Jing's steps.
When they reached the study door, Yuan Jing said, "Miss Jin, we're here. I'll be leaving first."
Jin Suting thanked her, and she was actually a little nervous.
Isn’t it said that it’s most comfortable to get along with Helan Ruizhe?
But why is she always nervous and her heart beating fast from time to time?
She thought that if she felt comfortable getting along with someone, she liked him.
She had liked one person before, only one person, and they got along very well.
But there was no such heart-pounding and nervous feeling.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that she likes Helan Ruizhe very much.
Is this what true love is?
She knocked on the door nervously.
Helan Ruizhe said from inside: "Come in."
As if possessed by some mysterious force, she obediently opened the door and walked in.
It turned out that she was going to the kitchen.
Helan Ruizhe was sitting at his desk, painting a picture.
"Coming?"
Jin Suting nodded, walked closer, and found that there was a painting behind Helan Ruizhe.
The person in the painting has tender eyes and rosy lips. She wears a daffodil blue dress and giggles among the flowers.
Isn’t the person in the painting her?
Jin Suting's heart was beating like a drum. It was not like she had never seen herself in a painting before, but this was the first time she had been so moved by a painting. She couldn't help but want to get closer to admire it, and she wanted to own it so strongly.
"Is this person me?"
She pointed to the picture of a beauty in a flowerbed and asked uncertainly. She was uncertain because she had never been to such a flowerbed and had never worn a daffodil blue dress.
She asked the question only because the person in the painting looked exactly like her.
"It's not you." Helan Ruizhe smiled.
If it's not her, then who is it?
Is it Shi Ran who looks a lot like her? Thinking of this, Jin Suting felt unhappy. Helan Ruizhe really couldn't forget her.
He added, "This is the you I imagined."
He explained, "Originally, I wanted to draw a picture of me and you, set amidst the flowers. Unfortunately, once I drew you, there was no room for me anymore."
"Why?"
“Because we don’t have enough paper.”
Helan Ruizhe always ruins the atmosphere.
Jin Suting pouted, put the basket aside, sat in the place where Helan Ruizhe usually sat, and poured herself a cup of tea.
"What are you drawing this time?"
Helan Ruizhe loves painting, especially painting her.
Sometimes she didn't even know what was so beautiful about her. Helan Ruizhe would draw scenes of her drinking tea, eating, and walking.
Jin Suting found out about this later when she saw the paintings he had hidden. Before that, she didn't know that this man had recorded every bit of her in his eyes, mind, and heart.
Helan Ruizhe said: "I am painting us."
Oh, he also likes to draw the two of them together.
Jin Suting didn't know that a person's imagination could be so rich.
When they were still teenagers, Helan Ruizhe had already planned their future.
Later, when Jin Suting saw the painting, she was impressed by the beautiful red veil worn at the wedding, the beauty of the white camellia flowers Helan Ruizhe gave her, and the prosperity and peace that followed their reign.
She would think, if only everything were like in the painting, just as Helan Ruizhe imagined.
But how can heaven grant people’s wishes?
Jin Suting said, "We? Aren't you going to draw me anymore?"
She hadn't expected to be shameless in asking this question.
Helan Ruizhe chuckled and pursed his lips, "Drawing us is also drawing you."
Jin Suting blushed and rubbed and turned the teacup in her hand.
Just don't talk.
Helan Ruizhe loved her shy little look. His Susu was very proud, stubborn and kind.
Being shy is cute.
When the tea in her hand had cooled down, Jin Suting stood up and said, "It's time for dinner. I'll go make dinner."
As he was saying this, there was a knock on the door.
"Your Highness, it's time for lunch."
The maid shouted outside.
Helan Ruizhe glanced at Jin Suting and asked, "Are you still doing it?"
Jin Suting curled her lips, what else is she doing...
"No need to make it, just eat what's ready."
She didn't want to do it anyway.
"Oh, by the way," Jin Suting took a fruit from the basket and handed it to Helan Ruizhe, "This is for you. It's very sweet. I love it."
Helan Ruizhe took it. The fruit was purple-red. He asked Jin Suting, "What's its name?"
She replied: "It's called passion fruit."
Helan Ruizhe nodded to show that he understood, then put the fruit into his sleeve.
"What are you doing?"
Isn't it for collection?
"Fruit after dinner."
Helan Ruizhe smiled.
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