Zhou Gongyu's eyes also seemed to have a layer of hazy mist, looking at her with a sad look through the curling dust.

He blinked, and tiny drops of water hung on his slender eyelashes.

"Xiaoman, I'm sorry."

She knew that Zhou Gongyu was apologizing for his past relinquishment.

During those days in Yizhou, she didn't have any resentment in her heart.

She didn't even care how the people in the Jiang family treated her, but she cared about Zhou Gongyu, so she felt the most sad when she got his answer.

If you don’t care, you won’t be sad. This is something she slowly figured out.

"You have nothing to do with sorry for me. It's normal, I'm fine."

People always choose the one that is more important to them and give up the secondary one.

She was just not very lucky. She could only become a secondary person in everyone's eyes, including Zhou Gongyu.

He picked up the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to her.

"Listen...don't get wet."

A few strands of wet hair were hanging down on his cheeks, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Without waiting for Xiaoman to hand over the scythe, he reached out to take it away and squatted down on his own until he saw the flames rushing up and then slowly got up.

He still has a lot to say, wanting to say that he always dreams of her, wanting to say that the wisteria flowers in the East Palace have grown very lush, and wanting to say that he understands how important his affection is to her.

It touched her alienated gaze, and all the words were blocked in her heart, and she was oppressed dullly.

His tone was pleasing, and he could be called humble, without any majesty and coldness he had on his usual occasions.

"Xiaoman, don't do this...we don't do this, okay?"

Xiaoman felt strange. Why did Zhou Gongyu find it difficult to accept? Her tone should not hurt anyone.

So she comforted again: "Your Highness will be used to it in the future. I will leave the capital in the future and may get married.

And Your Highness is going to marry and have children, so we will not have any interaction anymore, so don’t waste any extra energy.”

The word "marrying" seemed to hurt him. Zhou Gongyu opened his eyes wide, his eyes slightly red, and he contained a moist water light.

Xiaoman looked calm and said something serious and earnest, as if he was really considering him.

Zhou Gongyu could no longer listen and turned around at a loss, and even the steps of leaving lost the calmness of the past.

She squatted down again, and the gradually extinguished flame reflected in her black eyes.

The ashes of the yellow paper were wet by the rain and stuck to the stone shore.

Some of them remained floating and fell on the lake as the heat flow rose.

After parting in Qingming Festival, the prince had not arrived at the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion for several days.

Jiang Suosi was already a fourth-rank official in the court. He would pack up and move over after the mansion he gave was cleaned.

Han Shi made trouble in the Imperial College several times, but was warned by his uncle that he was not at peace and kept clamoring to join the army.

Han Shi's parents died in battle. He was the only male left behind in this lineage. His uncle and aunt only asked him to stay in the capital no matter what he said.

Just as Xiaoman's academy was cleaned up, he was angry and rushed in with his clothes and a silver gun.

Xiaoman was afraid that he would not have anyone to accompany him, so he wanted to move over. Jiang Ruoruo was worried and ordered four maids to serve Xiaoman's food, clothing, and daily life.

When Jiang Ruoruo wanted to leave again, Wei Yuanhou refused to say anything, and the four of them stood apart inexplicably.

Han Shi's uncle also came to persuade him several times, but Han Shi was angry and left, and even secretly asked Xiaoman to persuade him.

She couldn't persuade her, and finally Han Shi took a step back and agreed to go to the Imperial College as usual, but refused to agree to anything else.

The academy is not big or small, with an empty house. When the curtain is rolled up, you can see two tall osmanthus trees planted outside the window.

Xiaoman sat on the wooden floor with a thick travel notes spread out on his lap.

Bai Yan picked up the leaves that fell into the medicine bowl and urged: "It's time to take medicine."

As he said that, he handed over a plate of candy cakes, Xiaoman glanced at it and asked, "Did the prince teach you how to do this?"

Bai Yan: "So what?"

Xiaoman took the medicine bowl and drank it all, wiped off the medicine juice from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't like sweet food anymore."

"Miss, Princess Lingyang is here."

The maid called out.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yang walked over with a horse whip in his hand, raised his chin and said to her: "It's so boring to read books all day long. I'll take you to see some fun."

Xiaoman put down the book.

“Where to go?”

"Walking into the palace and watching polo, Han Shi really didn't tell you."

Ling Yang snorted coldly.

"That's right, I can take you into the palace to play. You can follow me now, even the third prince is there.

I heard that the third prince has a close relationship with Guo Shouyan’s wife. They play polo together. Don’t you want to watch it?"

After hearing Ling Yang's words, she was indeed a little moved. Without waiting for hesitation, Ling Yang pulled her up.

"So waste time, others don't have this chance to go."

"Then can I take Ruruo with me?"

At this time, she remembered Jiang Ruoruo's long talk about the third prince.
Chapter completed!