"I'm still worried about Shen's sister." Wang Shuying saw Shen Qingwu who had also gone out, and came up to him with a smile.
"Sister Qingwu, are you feeling better now? I was terrified when you suddenly fainted that day. I've been worried about you these past few days, but I haven't been able to see you. Please forgive me."
Shen Qingwu still couldn't stand this excessive enthusiasm, but she remembered Wang Shuying's kindness in sending her home that day.
She resisted the urge to pull her hand back, letting herself adjust to the other person's proximity. She smiled gently in return, "I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern."
Zhou Silin watched the two of them singing in unison, and thought of the friendship between them that was comparable to that of life and death. She snorted and stepped forward, squeezing in between the two of them and separating them.
She hugged Wang Shuying's arm and said enviously, "Yingying, you are so lucky to have witnessed the important moment when Qingwu opened his Yin-Yang eyes."
Wang Shuying looked at Zhou Silin's jealous expression and laughed. She gave up her seat and teased her, "You're making it seem like I'm trying to steal your man."
Zhou Silin blushed, hugged Shen Qingwu's arms tightly, and raised her chin, "How can a man have the fragrance of Qingwu?"
As he spoke, he sniffed hard next to Shen Qingwu, and then commented seriously, "It smells like crabapple."
After saying that, he shook his head, grabbed Shen Qingwu's clothes and sniffed hard, "But it's not quite like it, but it smells good. Qingwu, what kind of incense are you using?"
Zhou Silin's actions made Shen Qingwu and Wang Shuying both laugh and cry.
"Don't bother with this idiot." Wang Shuying smiled and walked forward to pull Zhou Silin away. As she got closer, her attention was focused on her sense of smell. She also smelled the faint scent of crabapple on Shen Qingwu, but after careful identification, it was not the scent.
She had never smelled such a scent in Kyoto before. It was so light and pleasant that it was fascinating.
"Qingwu, I do care about your health, but I also really need your help." Wang Shuying looked at Shen Qingwu attentively.
"You don't want Qingwu to predict your marriage, do you?" Zhou Silin appeared between the two of them with a shrewd yet silly face.
"That won't do. Telling fortunes all the time is against destiny. Revealing the secrets of destiny will shorten one's lifespan. Letting Qingwu shorten his lifespan just for your marriage is unacceptable."
She waved her hands very firmly and seriously, as if asking her to tell someone's fortune.
Wang Shuying was slightly stunned, looked at Zhou Silin suspiciously, and then silently asked Shen Qingwu, are you serious?
Why did she feel that Zhou Silin was deliberately deceiving her?
Shen Qingwu smiled and nodded, but secretly pinched Wang Shuying's wrist.
Then I saw Wang Shuying's past.
It turned out that Wang Shuying was chasing Xie Enyu at Kang's house that day, but unfortunately Xie Enyu was not there at that time.
She wanted to ask if she and Xie Enyu were destined to be together.
These days, her family has been discussing her marriage with Song Siwei.
The eldest lady and her husband pursued her very closely, and even agreed to let Song Siwei become Wang Shuying's son-in-law. The eldest lady only had Song Siwei as her son, and they prepared a generous betrothal gift for him to be her son-in-law.
Wang Shuying's parents are already somewhat tempted.
Wang Shuying was very anxious. Song Siwei, who had always opposed it, seemed to have compromised.
But before she was completely sure, Wang Shuying didn't dare tell her family that she was happy with Xie Enhuai.
So, she, who rarely participated in such activities, came along for the first time this year when she heard that Xie Enhuai and Shen Qingwu were coming.
After receiving Shen Qingwu's hint, Wang Shuying sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, if it doesn't count, then it doesn't count. It's not a big deal anyway."
Her straightforwardness made Zhou Silin suspicious and impressed.
"Linlin, I heard that the watermelons and grapes on your farm are ready to be picked. Can Qingwu and I go pick some to eat?" Wang Shuying asked politely.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Zhou Silin's attention was quickly diverted.
The three of them went to the back to pick fruits together, and unfortunately they ran into Chu Guannan and others.
Chu Guannan used to come here often in the summer, but he came later this year.
However, he did not go to experience the joy of picking the fruits himself. He just sat under the big willow tree next to him to enjoy the cool air. In front of him were the cut watermelon and washed grapes. He rocked leisurely in the rocking chair with the breeze, feeling very comfortable.
Several people bowed politely, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."
"We are all guests, no need to be polite." Chu Guannan raised his hand lazily. "Although it is cooler here, there are quite a few bugs on the grape racks. Ladies, why don't you sit down and enjoy it first?"
After Wang Shuying said this, she looked at Chu Guannan with even more disdain. Yin Yang said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. However, I am not as delicate as you. I am more accustomed to the pleasure of picking the fruits myself. I will not disturb Your Highness."
As she said that, she carried the basket and walked into the watermelon field.
"What a stubborn temper." Zhou Silin snorted. She would rather sit down and enjoy it. Besides, it was really hard to refuse the invitation from King Yan.
However, she was unable to make a decision and asked for Shen Qingwu's opinion.
Shen Qingwu laughed and glanced at Chu Guannan, "I haven't picked the fruits myself yet. If Linlin is already tired of them, she can stay here and enjoy them with the prince first. Yingying and I will come back to replenish the prince."
"If you all go, how can I have the nerve to stay?" Zhou Silin snorted, and reluctantly followed Shen Qingwu carrying the basket.
Chu Guannan tilted his head slightly and looked at Shen Qingwu's back as she stood in a watermelon field. She was half bent over and patting the watermelons. As she moved, her red long skirt outlined her beautiful buttocks.
It's true that when people are yellow, they see everything as yellow. He laughed and wanted to put a looser dress on her to prevent others from peeping.
At that time, Shen Qingwu twisted off a watermelon, stood up and suddenly turned around to look at him.
Their eyes met, the wind blew the watermelon leaves, creating waves in the watermelon field, just like Chu Guannan's heart. He sat up slightly, smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
I want to eat the watermelon in her hand.
"Qingwu." Suddenly, an inappropriate and cheerful voice came from behind.
It’s Song Siwei.
The smile on Chu Guannan's face disappeared instantly.
"Cousin." Song Siwei greeted Chu Guannan casually, then strode towards Shen Qingwu.
"Qingwu, are you feeling better?" Song Siwei was very enthusiastic and generous. He didn't shy away from asking about his concerns and expressing his curiosity. "I heard that His Majesty wants to make you the Grand Historian. You're really amazing, but can you really tell fortunes?"
Of course, this curiosity was not his alone.
So after he asked this question, Su Zeyan and the others who were sticking their butts out to pick watermelons straightened up from another corner of the sand and looked over.
"Another fortune teller!" Zhou Silin snorted, then said to Song Siwei, "I can, but I don't tell fortunes to anyone casually. Give up!"
Under the willow tree in the open space, Xiao Qingyi stood behind Chu Guannan, watching Song Siwei stride towards Shen Qingwu, her beautiful doe eyes narrowed: Song Siwei, so you like girls like this?
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