This depressing mood lingered in Shang Shang Ruyi's heart and dreams all night, as if it corresponded to her mood. The next day, it started to rain on the grassland.
As a result, the hunting competition originally scheduled for the next day was naturally postponed, and everyone hid in the tent.
With this free time, more gossip is inevitable.
Everyone was wrapped in blankets and gathered around the fire pot, listening to the crackling of rain above their heads, which seemed to never stop. Their irritability became more and more intense with the sound of rain. Everyone discussed the shortcomings of this trip and was dissatisfied. The mood also rose accordingly.
Shang Ruyi stood at the door of the tent, listening to the discussions from far and near, his expression became more and more solemn.
She sighed and looked up again. The rain on the grassland was different from other places. Usually when it rained, she only felt the rain falling on her body. However, when it started to rain here, everyone on the grassland seemed to be covered in rain. This gray rain curtain shrouded me as far as the eye could see, making it subconsciously difficult to breathe.
At this time, a piece of clothing was wrapped around her shoulders.
Turning back, she met Tusheer's concerned eyes, and she said softly: "Miss, stop standing at the door blowing the wind, come over and warm yourself by the fire. Why is it so cold in October only?"
Shang Ruyi smiled lightly, put down the tent and walked to the brazier in the center of the tent to sit down.
As soon as he sat down, Mr. Mu walked in with a bowl of hot porridge, and said with a smile: "Young madam, please forgive me, it took a lot of effort to make a fire. This porridge is not cooked well, so just drink a little."
Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "I'm not that picky."
As she said it, she took it. Sure enough, the porridge was very clear and the rice grains were clearly defined. It was obvious that the cooking time was not enough. However, she did not complain. She only took two sips. The rice was still fragrant and warm, making her feel comfortable. A lot.
She asked: "What's going on over there in the king's tent?"
Mu Xian sighed and said softly: "I heard that several adults went to advise the emperor, asking him to take back his orders, stop this tour and return to Luoyang as soon as possible."
"Then, what did His Majesty say?"
"I didn't say anything, I just dealt with a few people."
"..."
Shang Ruyi frowned when he heard this.
But she couldn't say much about the emperor. After thinking about it, she asked, "By the way, is there any news from Liaodong?"
Mu Xian shook his head: "There is no news yet."
"Didn't I send a letter to my parents?"
"Young Madam's letter was sent more than a month ago. Even if the Duke receives the letter and replies, it will be sent to Luoyang. When it is forwarded to Luoyang, the distance will be much longer. I'm afraid it will be longer than the Young Master. It will come even later.”
As soon as Yu Wenye was mentioned, Shang Ruyi's eyes immediately dimmed. Then he looked at the porridge bowl in his hand, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
Mu Xian also regretted his mistake and hurriedly shut his mouth.
Tu Sheer on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Seeing them like this, Shang Ruyi smiled lightly, put the bowl aside pretending not to care, and said, "It doesn't matter, just wait and see."
Mu Xian said hurriedly: "Then, young madam, will you have another two mouthfuls of porridge?"
Shang Ruyi shook his head: "No, I have no appetite."
For the next time, she really just said "wait", sitting in the tent guarding a burning brazier. Although it was warm, there was always a small place in her heart that radiated a cool feeling. Unconsciously, the sound of rain gradually subsided, but when I stepped out of the tent, I saw that it was almost dark.
This day just passed.
The rain finally stopped, and even as the sun set, everyone came out of the tents where they had stayed all day to stretch their muscles. Tu Sheer immediately asked people to light up a bonfire. She wanted to make some food for Shang Ruyi to appetize her. , Shang Ruyi looked at how busy they were, and just smiled and said: "It doesn't have to be too grand, I don't have much appetite, just two side dishes."
Tusheer said: "How can that be done? Miss has a bad appetite, so she needs to cook more dishes. Just one bite is enough for you."
Shang Ruyi shook his head helplessly.
Seeing everyone performing their duties, she seemed to be a bit idle, so she avoided everyone, carefully avoiding the puddles under her feet, and slowly left the camp.
As she walked, she heard the sound of flags ringing in front of her, and realized that she had unknowingly reached the edge of the camp where she rested and stopped last night.
Looking up, under the thick flagpole, a familiar figure was leaning there.
It's Yang Suiran.
He was wearing a thick wind cloak, covering his whole body almost airtight. Only the corners of the goose-yellow clothes underneath were exposed around his feet. You could even see the delicate embroidery on the clothes, which was a cluster of frost. However, it is very out of place for such exquisite embroidered clothing to appear on the grassland, as it is already stained with a lot of mud.
But Yang Suiran didn't seem to care at all.
He only leaned against the flagpole, with his head half raised, revealing his protruding Adam's apple. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes had a feeling of mist.
He seemed to hear the approaching footsteps, and he turned his head. The unrealistically handsome face was a little more gloomy in the last ray of sunset, which also made Shang Ruyi's heart feel a little heavier.
Even her steps became heavy.
But immediately, he laughed: "Young Madam is here again?"
Shang Ruyi said: "I didn't expect that Young Master Yang would come here again."
As she said that, she walked over step by step.
Facing the setting sun that left only the last trace on the horizon, her jade-like face was warmly reflected, and even her eyes were like transparent glass, giving people an unnaturally gentle feeling. Yang looked at her casually His face was a little lost in thought, and it wasn't until she stopped in front of the flagpole opposite her that he smiled slightly.
Said: "Why can't I come here again?"
Shang Ruyi looked at him and said, "I thought that Mr. Yang would stay with His Majesty because of the big incident last night."
At the mention of the big event last night, Yang Suan's expression suddenly darkened.
This was also the last thing they talked about before they separated here last night. The words of the two people's argument seemed to be still in their ears, but the result was clearly before their eyes.
There was a bit of anger and depression in Yang Suiran's eyes. After being silent for a long time, he did not mention this again. Instead, he looked at Shang Ruyi with a half-smile and said, "Why, Madam, do you think I am someone close to His Majesty?"
Shang Ruyi looked at him calmly: "Isn't Young Master Yang someone who serves His Majesty?"
"..."
"Last night, something happened in the king's tent. Didn't Young Master Yang go there immediately?"
"..."
Yang Ran's eyes flashed and he looked at her with a teasing smile: "Why do you think, Young Madam, that I am a chamberlain in the palace?"
