Xu Qingmo had been unable to fall asleep since she came back from the paddock. After tossing and turning in bed for half the night, she finally gave up sleeping and got up from the bed.
Just as she stood up, her hand suddenly pressed down on something very hard. She opened the pillow and saw the red candied haws under the pillow.
Xu Qingmo suddenly remembered what Meng Hetong had said to her in the dressing room. She subconsciously squeezed the candied haws, and her face turned red.
These days, she has been restless. Many times, she has a book in her hand, but her mind wanders to nowhere. She always doesn't understand what she is thinking.
But today, when she stood in the paddock and subconsciously looked for Meng Hetong in the crowd, she understood that it turned out that the person who made her uneasy was Meng Hetong.
Ever since Meng Hetong told her that he had a sweetheart, she had become a little depressed. She didn't know why she was unhappy, but she was always depressed, unmotivated, didn't like to talk, and even had a decrease in appetite.
She thought that she probably liked Meng Hetong!
Because he likes him, he will become depressed when he has a sweetheart. Because he likes him, he will look for him as soon as possible. And because he likes him, he will not look for him for the second time when he proposes to the Queen. Kill him instantly!
But Xu Qingmo didn't understand. When did she like him?
Is it on the broken bridge in Hangzhou City? In the ruined temple in Jiangnan? In a snowy valley? Or was it in the Ruyun Pavilion in the previous life, because of that roll of straw mat and the candied haws of sugared haws used for worship again and again?
Xu Qingmo couldn't understand, nor did he want to understand.
She only needs to know that she likes him and is willing to marry him, and that is enough.
Just when Xu Qingmo was holding the candied haws and thinking about how to tell Meng Hetong about this, a figure suddenly fell from the roof.
He rolled down the roof with a rumble and finally fell in his yard.
Apart from Meng Hetong, there was no one else in the entire capital who dared to sneak into her yard at night.
Xu Qingmo put on a coat and looked as if he was not surprised. In fact, Meng Hetong was so skilled on this road over the wall that Xu Qingmo knew that the one who fell must be Meng Hetong without even thinking about it, because she was walking in front of him. I just had someone add a layer of tung oil two days ago.
Meng Hetong fell, so when Xu Qingmo opened the door, he happened to get up from the ground in a panic, with a leaf that came from nowhere on his head.
Xu Qingmo looked at him without speaking.
Meng Hetong smiled awkwardly: "Did I wake you up?"
"Your Qinggong practice is really not very good. If the patrol happened to pass by, you would have been brought to my father by them just now!" Xu Qingmo looked at Meng Hetong and said softly.
Meng Hetong scratched his eyebrows and felt a little embarrassed: "This roof of yours must have been filled with tung oil again!"
"Well, it's specially designed to prevent people like you from sneaking in in the middle of the night!" Xu Qingmo walked to the side and sat down on a stone bench, "Why did you come to me?"
"Aren't you angry?" Meng Hetong stood beside Xu Qingmo, feeling a little embarrassed.
Xu Qingmo glanced at him: "What do you mean? The locker room matter, or the Queen's matter?"
Seeing the indifference on Xu Qingmo's face, Meng Hetong's heart suddenly went cold. He looked at Xu Qingmo and clenched his fists unconsciously: "Aren't you angry about these two things?"
Xu Qingmo glanced at Meng Hetong, then shook his head: "Why should I be angry?"
Meng Hetong's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little panicked. If Xu Qingmo wasn't even angry at all like this, it could only mean that she really didn't have any other emotions towards him.
"Don't you sit down?" Xu Qingmo looked up at Meng Hetong, "I smell the roast duck in your arms!"
Meng Hetong was stunned for a moment, then sat down opposite Xu Qingmo, and then took out the roast duck wrapped in his arms: "I think you like to eat that dough, so I asked him to prepare a little more!"
Xu Qingmo watched as Meng Hetong skillfully opened the oil paper bag, placed it in front of her, and then wrapped the roast duck for her: "This duck is a bit overcooked. It is the most delicious when it is just roasted. We still have to go to the stall to eat it. Delicious roast duck!”
As Meng Hetong spoke, he handed the rolled dough to Xu Qingmo. Xu Qingmo took the dough and took a bite before saying, "You climbed over the wall at night just to give me a roast duck?"
"I..." Meng Hetong looked up at Xu Qingmo, a little nervous, "My mother said that she would come to see Mrs. Xu tomorrow and talk about our affairs..."
"Then just come to the door!" Xu Qingmo raised his eyes and looked at Meng Hetong.
Meng Hetong, who was still talking, suddenly froze: "Huh?"
"Just ask your mother to come to the door!" Xu Qingmo repeated.
Meng Hetong was a little confused: "What do you mean..."
"Have you brought the Dongzhu that the Queen gave you?" Xu Qingmo looked at Meng Hetong and asked word by word.
"I've brought it with me and kept it on me. I haven't had time to put it back yet!" Meng Hetong said, taking out the brocade box from the pocket on the side, "Do you want to see it?"
Xu Qingmo took the brocade box and looked at it carefully.
"This Dongzhu is what I beg for you. Regardless of whether you agree to marry me or not, I will give it to you! If you marry me, it will be your betrothal gift. If you don't marry me, It will be your dowry when you get married!" When Meng Hetong said these words, his eyes were full of sadness.
Xu Qingmo looked at Meng Hetong, and then handed him the Dongzhu in his hand: "Take it, be careful, don't lose it!"
"Do you not like it?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to give me a betrothal gift?" Xu Qingmo looked at Meng Hetong and suddenly asked.
Meng Hetong was a little confused: "What did you say?"
"You should give the betrothal gift to my mother, not to me!" Xu Qingmo looked into Meng Hetong's eyes and said word by word.
"You, you agreed?" Meng Hetong couldn't believe it.
"Why didn't I agree?" Xu Qingmo asked back, "If we must get married, compared to a dog like Wang Gongjin who can only talk about chicken and Si Chen, you are much better than them!"
"Just because of this?" Meng Hetong was a little disappointed.
Xu Qingmo thought for a moment, and then said: "If I must say it, at least, when I stay with you, I feel comfortable. I don't have to pretend to be a lady, I don't have to be well-behaved and sensible, I just need to be myself! I should marry you. It’s a very good thing!”
