Changqing's hand was quickly paused, knowing that he had done something wrong?

He just cared about Bai Mei, but forgot that Bai Mei was holding an umbrella for Shen Qingci, not her and herself.

"Madam, I'm sorry."

Changqing was busy and apologized, and of course he also accepted the warning in Chang Geng's eyes.

"It's nothing," Shen Qingci smiled, and told them not to mind, "It's too heavy, and it's always wet everywhere."

She stopped and walked towards the inn on the side, "Let's wait until the rain is lighter before leaving."

She walked forward step by step, without waiting for the person behind her, and let her back be wet in the rain, which made her clothes wet.

At this moment, her figure was slightly bleak, as if a season passed by, and all things were transferred away.

And what was she withering?

It's her person, or her heart.

The Changup is a little more warning. If the young master is not here, you really ignore the wife. Don’t forget that the wife is our master now.

Changqing's face turned pale, he really didn't notice it.

Bai Mei also blamed herself and wanted to cry.

But she couldn't blame Changqing because Changqing was for her.

She quickly followed Shen Qingci, not wanting an umbrella anymore.

Why are you getting wet? Shen Qingci asked Bai Mei.

"Madam, I'm sorry."

Bai Mei really feels ashamed.

"Nothing happened," Shen Qingci patted the water stains on Bai Mei's shoulders, "Actually, I'm relieved if you do this. It's easy to be inexpensive. It's rare for lovers to be like this. It's a couple."

And what are you wrong?

By the way, what's wrong? Shen Qingci was also thinking about what Bai Mei was wrong, but he only cared about her husband, but was he wrong to block the storm for him?

No, is that guilty?

Even less.

Others have husbands, but she doesn't.

That's why no one cares about her and no one loves her.

No one is even more worried about whether she will get wet in the rain, whether she will get sick, and whether she will feel pain?

She was lonely like she was in her previous life.

It was like in my previous life, enduring the days day by day.

Until I can't walk, until I can't stand it.

"Customer, are you trying to play the top spot or stay in a hotel?"

When the waiter came over, he greeted the people enthusiastically. Looking at the outfits of these people, they all seemed to be either rich or noble. Even the waiter dared not act inferior in this noble character.

"It's good to have a pot of tea," Shen Qingci put his needle hand on the table, and he also slightly supported his face. He didn't want to eat anything. He just had a pot of tea, and waited for the rain to stop.

"alright!"

The waiter quickly shouted, "A pot of tea!"

Soon after, the tea they asked for came over.

Pingyang is a very strange place. Although it is flooded every year and people leave their hometowns every year, the water quality here is famous for its good quality. The well water produced here is sweet and clear, which is the best for making tea. Even if the tea leaves are inferior, the tea brewed will have a particularly sweetness, and even the color of the tea is much better than other places.

Soon after, the tea they wanted had been brought up.

Bai Mei quickly held the pot and poured the tea for Shen Qingci. Shen Qingci picked up the teacup, still in that position. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, and the teacup in her hand also turned gently. You could see the light colored tea in the cup, with a sharp smell.

She put the cup on her lips, and the voices of the people around her entered her ears one by one.

"Have you seen Xunhe? How is the water rising there?"

"I've gone there since I was going there every day. If the water rises, I can still be here now. I'd already run away with my family."

"It seems that Xunhe has been really cured this time. In the past, it was blocked and the river embankments on both sides were tall and tight. However, it was added every year, repaired every year, and it was carried every year. It has been treated for hundreds of years, but it has not been cured. My grandfather once said that this flood has been around for hundreds of years. Every few years, they have to escape from famine, but if they escape, they will eventually come back. He said that if this person dies, his soul will return to his hometown and he can never die outside. Therefore, our ancestors have been here for generations, and the Xunhe water has not been like now. It has rained for three months, but it has not risen halfway."

"It was not cured in the past. This time it was the opposite way," the other person also continued, "This is digging the river deeper and blowing up another river. These two are much more rapid than the water flow rate of one river. No matter how high the flood rises, it will not rise from these two rivers."

"Who thought of such a shocking method? Even the mountain was blown up?"

"I heard it was Prince Shuo."

This is what an insider said in the novel, "It's just that I'm sorry for Prince Shuo. I'm unfortunately killed in Xunhe in order to cure Hong."

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but sigh and were moved.

This was for their Pingyang people, and the court would not have forgotten them. If Pingyang did not have these floods, why worry about not being the pure land of the world?

And all the people of Xunyang are unforgettable to Prince Shuo’s great kindness.

He must offer him the tablet of immortality and worship it for generations.

Bai Mei looked at Shen Qingci with concern. She really wanted to sew the mouths of these people. She really didn't even dare to mention the name of the young master now. These people dared to discuss in public. What can they say about the royal affairs?

She couldn't help but want to stand up, but Changqing secretly pressed back to the chair. Changqing also warned her.

Don't cause trouble if you're okay.

But Bai Mei was really wronged. Could it be that these people could continue to talk about it?

But who can block the mouths of the Youyou people? Even if there are one, two, or three, four, now, how many people in the world are blocking each one? Is it because she wants to block every one of them? Is everyone a sewed?

And Shen Qingci.

Changqing peeked at Shen Qingci, but found that she seemed to have no feeling at all. It seemed that everything outside had nothing to do with her. She was just immersed in her thoughts, seeing nothing or hearing nothing. Only the cup of hot tea in her hand, the rich aroma of tea was filled with her eyes.

She put the cup on her lips, and the tea fragrance was faint and fragrant. It was indeed the well water here. This was a special kind of sweetness. I am afraid that only here can be found. Unlike Xiangjue Temple, the tea in Xiangjue Temple always has some profound meaning, which inexplicably makes people feel a sense of humility in their hearts, but here is different.
Chapter completed!