Chapter 211 His Feelings
After his last drunken episode, Zhou Congxian was ignored for five whole days before raising his finger and swearing repeatedly that he would never get drunk like that again.
Only then did he realize that the idea of alcohol emboldening cowards was all a trap set by Wei Xun for him!
Wei Xun, on the other hand, seemed to have unlocked his full potential, not only caring for Shuang'er but also always preparing things that touched her heart.
Watching Wei Xun and Shuang'er rushing towards each other, he was so jealous he was practically bubbling with envy.
Having been tricked by Wei Xun, how could I face my brothers of so many years if I didn't get my revenge?
"Fu'er, the mulberries at Dongshan Manor are ripe. How about Daddy takes you to the manor to play?"
"Great!"
Dongshan Village is coolest in summer, especially now when it's the hottest time of the year.
As soon as Fu'er and Xuan'er got off the carriage, they went straight to find the friends they had met before.
Standing at the main entrance, you can feel the cool breeze enveloping you.
Shuang'er sighed, "We don't even need ice here."
The Duke of England owns many estates, but the one in Dongshan is the most popular during the summer.
Thinking of this, she paused for a moment, "What if other members of the Duke of England's household come..."
Meng Shilan said, "The Zhou family is busy right now, so they probably don't have the time to come to the estate..."
She turned her head and saw Shuang'er's teasing expression.
"Don't look at me like that. I didn't want to come either. He said he wouldn't run into me."
She didn't care what exactly happened to the Zhou family.
Judging from the fact that Zhou Congxian still has the mind to bring Fu'er to the manor to play, it shouldn't be anything too serious.
The head of the village has already picked some of the mulberries.
The purplish-red mulberries were all plump and juicy.
The moment it enters your mouth, your tongue salivates.
Having been in the capital for so long, this mulberry is probably the only thing she misses.
As evening approached, the summer heat quickly subsided.
After dinner, Zhou Congxian and Wei Xun disappeared without a trace.
Meng Shilan ignored them and, after washing up with the children, lay on the balcony in the courtyard to look at the stars.
Fu'er and Xuan'er huddled together, chattering away.
Shuang'er looked in the direction of the door several times.
"Where did Wei Xun and the Crown Prince go?"
"They're not going to just leave us here, are they?"
Fu'er immediately turned around, "Father said he went to catch a small lantern for Mother."
"A little lantern?"
What is a small lantern?
As night deepened, the child, having exhausted all his energy, finally fell asleep.
Meng Shilan finally learned what a small lantern was.
In the small attic.
The fireflies illuminated the scene with a soft glow.
A firefly, flying in mid-air, landed on her shoulder.
Meng Shilan stretched out her finger, and a firefly gently and slowly landed on her fingertip.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
It took him a while to realize, "You went to catch this on purpose?"
Zhou Congxian's expression appeared exceptionally gentle amidst the sky full of fireflies.
“I heard from the village head that there are fireflies in the woods behind the mountain.”
"I originally intended to take you directly to see it, but there were snakes, insects, and rodents in the forest, so I grabbed Wei Xun and went to catch fireflies instead."
Meng Shilan glanced at him, "I didn't expect that Prince Zhou would have such thoughts."
Zhou Congxian could tell that she was in a good mood.
"Wei Xun has finally figured it out, so why can't I, the young master, do the same?"
Meng Shilan couldn't help but smile as she looked at his proud expression.
"If Fu'er finds out, she'll probably make a scene again tomorrow."
"I'll catch her another one tomorrow."
Zhou Congxian took something out of his pocket. "But today, the room full of fluorescent light belongs to you alone."
He held a pair of small porcelain figurines in his hands.
"I specifically sought out a kiln master to learn."
In the darkness, the tips of his ears quietly turned red.
He destroyed countless clay figures before finally creating this pair of decent-looking little porcelain figurines.
Under the soft fluorescent light, Meng Shilan looked at the porcelain-white little figure.
Not exquisite.
But he made it himself.
The little porcelain doll's hairpin was made from the silver hairpin she used to wear; it was definitely her.
The little porcelain figure next to her, dressed in light blue, had her hands hidden behind her back, holding a pair of small porcelain figurines.
He created a scene where he was giving her a small porcelain figurine.
Meng Shilan took the little porcelain figure.
Her lips parted slightly, but she suddenly found herself speechless.
It wasn't like this before last week, as it is now.
He would only send jewelry stores and embroidery shops to her door, telling her to buy whatever she liked.
Whether in the past life or this life, I have never spent a single thought on it.
Even now, she is satisfied with everything she owns, whether it's jewelry or fine silks.
She thought she wouldn't be moved by such a small thing.
For some reason, the image of him awkwardly asking a craftsman for advice on making a pair of small porcelain figurines came to her mind.
For someone like Zhou Congxian, spending money is too easy; what's difficult is personally putting in the effort to give a gift.
"You...don't like it..."
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhou Congxian felt a surge of emotion.
Meng Shilan looked up, and the fireflies reflected in his eyes. She was surprised to see a hint of caution in his eyes.
She held the pair of small porcelain figurines in her hands, feeling their cool touch.
She was no longer Zhou Congxian's concubine.
It's impossible to go back to the past.
Zhou Congxian's lips stiffened slightly.
really……
His eyes were slightly lowered.
"I like."
A soft sound suddenly came from beside my ear.
Zhou Congxian suddenly looked up.
Fireflies swirled around the two of them, their soft glow falling into their eyes.
The two had known each other for many years, but had never looked at each other so quietly like this.
Their clear eyes reflected each other.
Zhou Congxian's pupils flickered slightly. He slowly raised his hand, and his warm, calloused fingertips just touched her cheek.
The head of the village then spoke with some anxiety.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Meng Shilan seemed to wake up with a start and took several steps back before hurriedly turning around.
Her voice trembled slightly.
"The head of the village is calling you..."
Zhou Congxian gritted his teeth and glanced out the window.
He didn't respond, and the headman's voice became even more urgent!
"Your Highness!"
"Take a look first, but don't wake the children."
After Zhou Congxian left, Meng Shilan finally took a deep breath and touched her slightly flushed cheeks.
What's wrong with her?
It's not like I haven't seen him before; I face that same face every day.
She lowered her eyes to look at the small porcelain figure in Xian's hand.
For some reason, she just said she liked this little porcelain doll.
Some strange noises came from outside.
There seem to be quite a few people.
Meng Shilan frowned slightly. Who would come to the manor so late?
The sound grew louder and louder, and she took the little porcelain figure and went straight down from the attic.
The sounds from the front hall became increasingly clear.
"Your Highness, these are all your great-aunt's things. I'm only here today to make arrangements in advance."
A dozen servants behind Song Jiyun carried the boxes and trunks off the carriage one by one.
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