Chapter 135 Sweetheart, Prince Feng Wan
Lu Yanxin rubbed his chest which was hurt by the collision, frowned, and looked at the person who bumped into him with displeasure.
However, just this one look made her pupils tremble and she froze on the spot.
After a while.
Lu Yanxin blinked a few times, came back to his senses, bent down to help the handsome man in white clothes on the ground, and asked in a gentle voice:
"Sir, are you okay?"
opposite.
The man in white followed her force and stood up staggeringly, glancing at her quickly with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
Then he took two steps back, leaned over to bow to her, and apologized in a soft voice:
"Miss, I am so sorry. I was distracted just now and accidentally bumped into you. Are you okay? Do you want to go to the clinic in front?"
Lu Yanxin shook her head, then stared at his lowered face and pursed her lips and said:
"It's okay, as long as you are alright."
Hearing this, the man in white nodded and said "hmm" softly.
Then he walked past the crowd and walked with unsteady steps across the street towards a three-story building with closed doors and windows.
Behind.
Since the man left, Lu Yanxin's eyes have been following the man in white until she saw clearly where he walked in.
There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, and she pursed her lips tightly to suppress the sadness rising in her heart.
Turning his head, he looked at Su Yuan who was standing on the side watching, and sighed:
"It's almost noon now, why don't we find a restaurant nearby to eat?"
Su Yuan nodded, glanced at the expression she tried hard to conceal, and agreed without asking any more questions:
"Okay, pick one."
After listening to this, Lu Yanxin lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said:
"Well... then let's go to Ruyuzhai."
After the discussion, the two went to a restaurant to have dinner together.
Wenjintai.
The students gathered in the lobby, pointing at a painting hanging high up, and discussing:
"I said Wen Jintai must be right, right? Look at this spring day poem, how can we write such a masterpiece? Oh! I really regret that I didn't go up to Su Yuan when he was here. It would be nice to have a few words with such a talented person."
"I heard that she is also the top scorer in Jiangzhou. This time there is another student competing for the top spot in the imperial examination. This class is really full of talented people!"
"That's right, but it doesn't bother me. For someone like me who got in at the bottom of the exam, it's good enough to be admitted as a tribute student, hehe!"
The sound of people discussing in the lobby was endless, but in sharp contrast, the atmosphere in the carriage outside Wen Jintai was very depressed.
On the side.
Dong Hua picked up a small purple clay teapot, poured a cup of tea for the person at the table, and said softly:
"Master, have some tea."
Hearing this, Feng Shu opened his slightly closed eyes, lightly pinched the teacup with his white and slender fingers, put it under his lips and took a sip.
After a while.
He slowly put down the teacup, glanced at Dong Hua from the corner of his eye, and murmured in a shallow voice, as if asking or talking to himself:
"I was too impatient in Wenjintai just now. Lu Yanxin must have seen through my purpose and left so quickly."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Dong Hua, who was looking down at him. He pursed his lips and said in a nonchalant voice:
"Have you found out everything?"
Dong Hua nodded slightly and replied:
"I have inquired clearly. Miss Yuan Shifan has married two husbands. They are gentle but decisive. Miss Lu Yanxin has a quiet backyard and has not married. She is hot-tempered and straightforward."
Feng Shu heard this, hummed softly, and sighed:
"He is so arbitrary and hard to handle. Besides, I have tested Lu Yanxin and found him to be a difficult person to deal with. I think we need to investigate him carefully."
After saying this, he seemed to think of something, paused, shook his head and said regretfully:
"Today, I found a woman who is both beautiful and knowledgeable. Unfortunately, she has no prominent family background and is of no use to me."
Dong Hua did not say much. She looked out through the gap in the curtain and approached Feng Shu to remind him:
"Master, we should go back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. We have been out for a long time today under the pretext of buying books. If Tai Fengjun finds out, he will probably blame us."
After hearing this, Feng Shu let out a long sigh and said calmly:
"Then go back!"
Dong Hua nodded, lifted the curtain slightly and gave an order to the coachman, and the carriage started off slowly, leaving Wenjintai.
The other side.
After Su Yuan and Lu Yanxin had lunch at Ruyizhai, she invited them to the small study in Lu's mansion, saying that she wanted to take a look at the famous poem by Wen Jintai.
At the desk.
Su Yuan rolled up his sleeves, gently put down the purple jade wolf hair brush, made way, and said helplessly:
"Here, look, this is the spring day I made just now."
After that, she walked around the bookshelf behind her leisurely, turned her head and asked:
“Is this book readable?”
Lu Yanxin was sitting at the desk, holding up the poem that Su Yuan had just written and admiring it. Upon hearing this, she said casually without turning around:
"Yes, there are a few rare volumes of poetry that my mother gave me. You can look through them at will."
After saying that, she turned back and uttered a few words of praise from time to time, while behind her, Su Yuan was gently flipping through the rare copy.
After a while.
Just as she was reading with great interest and her hand naturally turned to the next page, what her eyes met were not the ink-colored words.
But...
A small picture of a man was hidden inside.
The man in the painting has subtle features, his clothes are like flowing clouds, and he holds a book in his hands. One glance at him reveals that he is a humble and gentle young man from an aristocratic family.
After a while, Su Yuan's gaze rested on a line of words at the bottom, and a slight surprise flashed in his eyes.
She tilted her head, with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, as she looked at Lu Yanxin, who was standing with his back to her, appreciating the poem word by word.
Then he calmly put the unique copy back to its place, replaced it with a copy of Book of Rites, held it in his hands, and his thoughts drifted back to what had just happened.
Why didn't she make fun of the portraits in the book or ask Lu Yanxin about them out of confusion when she found them?
The identity of the person in the painting is really embarrassing!
That small portrait must have been made three years ago.
The stunning man in the painting is none other than the second prince of the dynasty, Feng Wan, who had married three years ago.
In addition, she recalled the man's face that bumped into Lu Yanxin at noon, and the same pair of peach blossom eyes. How could she not understand why Lu Yanxin was sad at that time?
No wonder she is still unmarried at her twenties.
It turns out that my sweetheart is already married.
Thinking of this, Su Yuan sighed lightly and shook off the random thoughts in his mind.
She walked slowly to the window and sat on the couch, put down the book of etiquette, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and smiled softly:
"Would you like to come over for some tea?"
After hearing this, Lu Yanxin put down the poem he had memorized by heart and walked to the couch and sat down.
She took a sip of tea, lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes covering the pain in her eyes, and asked softly:
"Do you have anything to do tomorrow? Would you mind accompanying me to Baihua Tower? I, I have something I want to do, but I'm always wielding swords and guns, either at poetry gatherings or at home, so I don't really understand the rules there."
Su Yuan understood what he said, and nodded.
"Yes, sure."
After hearing this, Lu Yanxin looked at her with emotion and whispered a few words of thanks.
Afterwards, the two discussed academic matters together. Lu Yanxin kept Su Yuan until dusk before personally seeing her off.
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