The next day.
When Zhong Yingying came to find Panshu, she was lying on the bed with a dizzy head.
"Why do you look so drained?" Zhong Yingying tutted. "You're no good. You've completely disgraced us women."
Ban Shu rolled her eyes at her and said, "I'm just drunk."
"Oh, Jiang Ziqian was about to come see you, but I stopped him." Zhong Yingying said, her words slurred as she bit one grape at a time. "By the way, what do you think of Jiang Ziqian?"
Ban Shu paused.
Jiang Zhan is her target, what ideas can she have?
Nature is not a simple idea.
At the snow viewing banquet yesterday, Jiang Zhan's clumsy tricks were exposed in front of Pan Shu, even though he was a high-class tea.
But these are all left over from Panshu's play.
Pan Shu chuckled, "It's quite cute."
Zhong Yingying was confused. What was this?
She pursed her lips guiltily, "Quite cute...? So what do you think of him?"
Pan Shu pondered for a while, and the young man naturally had the charm of the rosy clouds and the moon. "Not bad."
"It's, it's not bad?" Zhong Yingying's face twisted, remembering what the boy had asked her. "Then do you have any other...anything else? Do you think his body is quite, quite attractive?"
“…”
Pan Shu narrowed her eyes and looked at her friend, "What do you want to say?"
Zhong Yingying curled her lips in frustration, "It's that Jiang Zhan, right—"
"Sister Zhong."
Zhong Yingying shuddered all over and turned her head back, only to see the young man standing in front of the door against the light, interrupting her with a half-smile.
The young man was dressed in a dark black suit.
It outlines his perfectly handsome figure.
"My aunt is looking for Sister Zhong everywhere." Jiang Zhan's thin, rosy lips curled up into a harmless smile.
Zhong Yingying immediately understood the boy's signal for her to get out of here quickly.
She exclaimed, "Oh, that's right, Shushu. I'm going back first. I'll come and play with you another day!"
After saying that, he ran away quickly.
It was as if there was some man-eating ghost chasing her.
Ban Shu was silent for a while, then looked away. Just as she was about to say something, the young man had already sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of Ban Shu's bed, with one of his long legs raised and the other stretched straight.
His wrist rested carelessly on his knee, and the bell made a soft sound.
"Your bracelet is very beautiful." Pan Shu looked at the silver bracelet on his wrist indifferently, which looked extremely contrasting with the boy's beautiful wrist bones.
Jiang Zhan stroked the lines on the bracelet.
He curled his lips and said, "Ziqian has been weak and sickly since childhood. Later, he came to the temple to practice cultivation. The abbot gave Ziqian this bracelet, saying that it was blessed by the Buddha. Since then, my body has become much stronger. It is truly the Buddha's blessing."
"Buddha protects those with kind hearts." Panshu smiled.
The smile on the boy's lips froze for a moment.
In the sunlight, the young man stretched out his large, cold, white hand with distinct joints and beautiful finger bones, and his bracelet shone with a cool light.
"Your Highness, Ziqian is not kind-hearted. He is just obsessed with something and wants something." Jiang Zhan turned his head, his almond-shaped eyes shining with a faint light, and narrowed slightly. "The Buddha has mercy on Ziqian."
Pan Shu reached out and ruffled his hair, "Buddha will not let you down."
"But Your Highness—"
Jiang Zhan has no Buddha in his heart.
Jiang Zhan only worshipped His Highness as a god, offering sacrifices and looking up to him every day.
"What?" The girl looked at him puzzledly.
Jiang Zhan chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing, Your Highness, do you want to get up and walk around? You'll feel uncomfortable if you lie down for too long."
"Yes."
The young man lowered his eyelashes, walked around the screen and stood obediently outside, "Zi Qian is waiting for His Highness outside."
Very polite.
But the girl didn't know.
Jiang Zhan stared greedily at the girl's graceful and soft figure on the screen.
It's like witnessing a miracle.
And he was the humblest and most devout believer.
He had long imagined the girl's hot lips caressing every part of his body. For sixteen years, the boy had been indifferent and without desires, except for the day he first saw her -
At night, he had a beautiful dream.
"Okay." Ban Shu walked around the screen, her eyes lightly sweeping across the boy's earlobe stained lightly red, pretending not to know.
The boy followed her obediently.
Not long after walking, I saw Qi Yu looking at this side with an expressionless face.
He was accompanied by Tianzhu.
He was holding a tightly closed food box in his hand, his face was slightly pale, and his finger bones were blue from being pinched.
Just as Pan Shu was about to step forward, Qi Yu turned and left without saying a word.
The food box fell to the ground with a "bang".
The warm porridge spilled all over the floor.
It's a mess.
Pan Shu frowned and was about to chase after him, but Jiang Zhan carefully grabbed the corner of her clothes.
She turned around, her expression slowing down, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhan was apprehensive, "Is Master Qi unhappy because of me?"
The boy's round, innocent almond-shaped eyes looked even more pitiful. A tiny glint of light reflected on his tall nose. He forced a smear of his lips and said, "It's okay. Ziqian is not likable to begin with... It's normal for Master Qi to dislike me..."
Tsk.
It makes people feel soft-hearted.
Pan Shu raised her hand and pinched the soft flesh on his face. "Are you stupid? How could anyone not like Ziqian? Ziqian is obviously very likable."
The young man was amused by her and laughed. He naturally took Pan Shu's arm and said, "Zi Qian, as long as Your Highness likes me."
After being disturbed by Jiang Zhan's actions, the girl completely forgot about Qi Yu.
She accompanied Jiang Zhan to stroll around the streets until the night deepened. Ban Shu ordered someone to send him back to the Zhong Mansion, and then she went back.
Qi Yu stood at the door.
Carrying a lamp.
Seems to be waiting for her.
Pan Shu raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, got off the carriage, and trotted to Qi Yu.
The man lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment. An inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He took off his fox fur cloak and threw it to her, "Put it on."
Pan Shu put on her cloak and blinked, "Are you waiting for me?"
Qi Yu's expression was indifferent, "No."
"Then why are you still standing at the door so late? You'd normally be asleep by this time." The girl peered into his face and made a firm judgment, "You're just angry, Qi Yu."
Qi Yu stopped.
The flames beneath the glass cover were weak but bright.
Swaying slowly in this snowy night.
He lowered his eyes, his frail body covered only with a plain garment, and sneered, "Your Highness, can you break your heart into two pieces?"
able.
Panshu can also be broken into 108 petals for use.
But she pretended to be dumbfounded and said, "What?"
Qi Yu held her cold fingertips, as if trying to warm them, but his own hands were even colder than hers. He didn't let go, as if wanting to punish her. "If that vixen Jiang Zhan and I fell into the water together, and only one could be saved, who would Your Highness save?"
“…”
"Of course it's you."
Qi Yu's expression became increasingly expressionless, "Your Highness hesitated."
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