Chapter 191: Love with Feng Shu
Su Yuan patted Feng Shu on the shoulder and reminded him:
"It's safe now, don't be afraid."
Feng Shu loosened his grip on her sleeve, raised his eyes to look at the woman's face which looked even more beautiful against the crimson official robe, and his heart began to beat fast.
He turned his head in panic, his pale face flushed pink again with shyness. He stood up tremblingly and was about to sit down opposite him, when he heard the woman's voice, as cool as water and with a hint of smile:
"Wait, your hair is loose. Come over here and I'll fix it for you."
Feng Shu was reminded by the woman.
Only then did I notice a few strands of black hair floating down the side of my face.
Seeing this, he nodded twice stiffly, then walked shyly to sit next to Su Yuan.
The other side.
Su Yuan glanced at the man who was completely different from before, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He raised his hand and gently pulled out the jade hairpin from his hair.
A moment.
The man's jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and a crisp scent of cedar lingered in Su Yuan's nose.
She raised her eyes slightly and smiled:
"Did you burn incense today?"
In the past, Feng Shu had always been filled with the scent of medicine, so it was no wonder that she would notice it now that she was closer.
Below.
Feng Shu felt Su Yuan's warm fingers moving through her hair and squinted her eyes comfortably.
Now that he heard the woman speak, his eyes moved slightly, and hesitantly answered and asked:
"Yeah, it's smoked."
"You, do you know what it means when a woman combs a man's hair?"
Although the latter sentence is quite jumpy.
But Feng Shu was a man who knew how to seize opportunities. Although this seemingly casual question happened to achieve his goal by accident.
Su Yuan paused for a moment, staring at the trembling soft flesh on the man's thin white neck, and asked an irrelevant question:
"The wound on your neck has healed. Are there any sequelae from the serious injury that day?"
Feng Shu moved his lips and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, his elegant voice containing a hint of bitterness and helplessness:
"alright."
All right, his temptation is over.
Although the woman did not say it explicitly, both of them were smart people.
Su Yuan answered like this, probably because he didn't want to hurt his reputation!
He should have known this result long ago, right?
But it’s good to have a result, so that he won’t feel unwilling when he thinks back on it in the future. After all, he has tried his best, right?
Thinking this is our final farewell.
An indescribable pain rolled up from Feng Shu's heart and rushed to his throat.
It was not until he noticed that the woman had tied up her long hair that Feng Shu forced a smile and thanked her with a respectful address:
"Thank you, Master Su."
He stood up reluctantly and prepared to sit down opposite.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his buttocks left the carpeted floor, he was pulled back, and then the woman said something meaningful:
"The national mourning lasts for half a year."
Feng Shu was slightly stunned and looked at Su Yuan with puzzled eyes.
After a moment.
He finally reacted, his pupils gradually dilated, and the sourness blocked in his heart turned into a warm current flowing to his limbs.
Feng Shu's eyes were gradually covered with a thin layer of mist. He opened his arms with a hint of devotion and threw himself eagerly into the woman's arms:
"Su Yuan, you, you want to marry me?"
Su Yuan pulled the man up by his knees, lowered his eyes to look at the face in front of him, whose eyes were sparkling and somewhat anxious, and raised his eyebrows and said:
"If I had no interest in His Highness, would I have tolerated you coming to the palace gate to deliver soup time and again?"
Feng Shu nodded in sudden realization:
"That's right, those involved are confused while those who are watching can see things clearly. But now I am caught in the middle of it and I didn't realize it."
After saying this, his dark eyes sparkled with indescribable love as he looked up at the woman's face and said with a smile:
"I will have a family in the future."
Or build a home with the woman you love.
Su Yuan likes him and he also loves Su Yuan.
Feng Shu felt like he was dreaming just thinking about it. How could such a good thing happen to him?
He was very flustered and felt that it was not real.
Feng Shu gritted his teeth, pulled out his hand from the woman's arms, moved it to her thighs and pinched them hard:
"hiss--"
In a moment.
The piercing pain spread through his thigh and spread throughout his body. Feng Shu's eyes were filled with tears, but a happy smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Su Yuan saw him suddenly hurt himself and frowned:
"What are you doing?"
Feng Shu couldn't leave her for a moment and huddled back into her arms, sniffing the familiar fragrance from the woman's body. He closed his eyes and said with a guilty conscience:
"It's okay, I'm happy."
Su Yuan shook his head helplessly and ordered outside the carriage:
"Qing Er, go to the West Alley of Lin'an Street to pick up Dong Hua, and this time send them back to Wanfo Temple."
"Yes, Patriarch."
After Su Yuan finished instructing Su Qinger, he lowered his eyes and continued to focus his gaze on the man in his arms, especially the place where he had just injured himself.
Because it was a private part and it was inconvenient for her to see, she could only touch Feng Shu's wound through her robe and asked:
"There's ointment in the carriage. How about I ask Su Qinger to pull over, apply the ointment, and then send you back?"
This man, no, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a teenager.
He is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his health is worse than Meng Yunlan's. He used to look calm and scheming.
Looking back now, it does seem a bit silly.
The already scarred body was further wounded.
If he wasn't given the medicine, she doubted whether the man could walk back.
Feng Shu nodded, "Okay."
Seeing him nod in agreement, Su Yuan asked Su Qinger to park the carriage aside. There was a wooden door at the entrance that just needed to be bolted from the inside. The two of them turned their backs and guarded the windows for the man.
After a while, two knocks were heard in the carriage, followed by Feng Shu's gentle and soft voice:
"Come in!"
Hearing the voice, Su Yuan entered the carriage through the wooden door opened by the man and waited for Su Qinger to continue driving on the road.
She turned her head to look at Feng Shu's evasive gaze, held the man's slightly cold hand, and said with a trailing tone, thinking for a moment:
"I will visit you at Wanfo Temple when I have time. Don't do the soup-delivering job. It's too risky."
"Well... Besides, I will tell the husbands at home about our relationship when I get back. We didn't disclose the truth before, so it's not good to meet secretly without telling them now."
As for why she has kept silent about the two of them in the past two months and instead acted as if she was avoiding the issue, it is because she has not thought it through yet.
As for Feng Shu, I am used to seeing his bitter and painful scenes, but before rescuing people in the imperial mausoleum.
She went from being disgusted at the beginning, to reconciliation in the middle, to gratitude for being saved by him, and as they went there more often and spent more time together, she began to feel a little bit of pity for him.
What touched her heart the most was the time at the imperial mausoleum, but the time was too short, so she deliberately let people hang around in front of her.
It was not until she saw the determination in the man's eyes that a hint of nervousness in her heart made the decision for her.
beside.
When Feng Shu heard that Su Yuan was going to tell his family about the two of them, the corners of his mouth curled up quietly and he agreed:
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
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