At this time, Ning Su had no time to pay attention to Xiao Yu's resentful eyes.
He is on Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing.
"Qing'er, you'd better advise Tang Yazi. Prince Nan solemnly invites you. It won't be good if you don't go!"
After saying these words, Ning Su left Yajian and returned to the military camp.
On the table, Yang Ruoqing looked at Luo Fengtang.
He picked up another garlic scallop and was picking out the meat and putting it into her bowl one after another.
Looking at the mountain-like pile of vegetables in her bowl, she couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.
After agreeing to give him half of the celebration banquet, she became the protagonist, enjoying his service from beginning to end.
"Tangyaozi, do you really not want to go to Licheng to attend the celebration banquet?"
she asked seriously.
Luo Fengtang nodded: "Not interested."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Maybe this will offend Prince Nan..."
Luo Fengtang curled his lips and shook his head.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, I won't go if I don't go. I'll write a thank you later and be more sincere. If Prince Nan is really as open-minded as the rumors say, he will definitely understand."
The matter was decided happily, and everyone went on to enjoy a sumptuous meal.
After lunch, Luo Fengtang asked Bai Laowu and the others to go back to the military camp first, while he took a detour to send Yang Ruoqing back to his residence to rest.
She was washing her face there, while he stood beside her bed, looking at everything on the bed, as if he was memorizing something.
Seeing him like this, she found it funny.
He put the veil back and walked toward him.
"Why are you staring at my bed like that? There are flowers on my bed?" she asked jokingly.
He came to his senses and grinned.
"Just take a look, it's nothing," he said.
She didn't ask any more questions and sat down at the dressing table. She took out some of the flower petal water she had collected some time ago and poured it into the palm of her hand, then patted it gently on her face.
The faint scent of flowers spreads in the room.
He came closer and said, "Today is the second day of July, and in five days it will be Chinese Valentine's Day."
"I heard that on Chinese Valentine's Day here, young men and women go to the riverside outside the town to place lotus lanterns."
"Qing'er, I'll come to pick you up at night, and we can also go and let you go, okay?"
The finger that was slapping the petal water on his face paused.
She looked sideways at him, seeing the anticipation and excitement in his eyes.
As if she understood something, she smiled.
"You kid didn't go to Prince Nan's celebration banquet because it was on the sixth day of the lunar month and you couldn't come back in time to celebrate Chinese Valentine's Day, right?"
His thoughts were revealed, and he felt a little guilty.
Then he stepped back, scratched his head, and smiled.
She smiled and gave him a scolding look: "Hey, okay, okay, since Lord Commander Wei has spoken, then the little girl has to be respectful and obey his orders. See you there or leave on the Chinese Valentine's Day."
He was even more happy to receive her promise.
The smile on his face didn't even fade away when he left.
This is the hottest and unbearable time of the year.
At night, Yang Ruoqing tossed and turned and slept very restlessly.
The cattail leaf fan in my hand is of no use either.
The sheets lying underneath him were also damp with sweat.
She originally wanted to go looking for a mat on the street, but after searching all over the town, she didn't see anyone selling mats.
It should be said that there are also mats.
It's just that the raw material of the mat is not the moso bamboo in the mountains, but the soft reed grass.
This has something to do with the climate and topography of this area.
There is a lot of water and a lot of reeds, and many daily necessities are inseparable from reeds.
It is not easy to find a bamboo.
Going north, you have to travel dozens of miles to cut down trees at the foot of Mianniu Mountain.
To the south, there are low hills and rivers.
There are also moso bamboos, but the mountains where they grow are within the boundaries of Nanmanzi.
As a result, the people in this area of Xiushui Town sleep on beds made of reed leaves folded into virtue mats.
I haven't slept for two nights and I'm already wet.
Let it dry naturally, as it is prone to mold and bugs.
Take it to the yard to dry in the sun. The reed leaves are soft, absorbing the full sunlight, and releasing it all at night.
Lying on it is like lying on a straw pile. The more you sleep, the hotter you get.
Tonight, it's very hot again.
Yang Ruoqing was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It felt like the fan was blowing out all the wind of fire.
However, just then, she heard a noise outside the house.
Could it be that Xiao Yu is here again?
Just as he was about to ask, Luo Fengtang's lowered voice came.
"Qing'er, are you asleep? It's me!"
Why did he sneak out of the military camp at this time?
Yang Ruoqing was surprised, then went down to the ground and opened the door.
Luo Fengtang entered the room with a roll under his arm.
He walked straight towards her bed over there.
Yang Ruoqing followed behind and saw clearly that what he was holding under his arm was a roll of mat made of moso bamboo!
"Qing'er, don't be stunned. Hurry up and clean up the bedding and pillows on the bed. I'll spread out the mat for you." He said.
She came to her senses and was immediately ecstatic.
While busy taking out the pillows and piling them on the stool nearby, she helped him put the mat on the bed.
The length and width are just right.
It's as if it was made based on the measurements of the bed.
When my fingers touched it, it was smooth and cold.
The faint fragrance of bamboo wafts into your nose, making you feel relaxed and happy, as if the temperature of the whole room has dropped several degrees.
"Tangyazi, where did you get this mat?" She sat down on the bed and asked excitedly.
He smiled and said: "There are a lot of moso bamboo growing on the mountainside of Mianniu Mountain in the north!"
I came back from Licheng a few days ago and came to see her.
Seeing that her sheets were extremely damp, he knew that she had trouble sleeping at night.
So these few nights he slipped out of the military camp to cut bamboo.
His concise and concise words reached her ears, and she understood the hard work contained in them.
With a smile on her lips, she stretched out her hand to hold him: "Don't leave, let's sleep together on such a cool bamboo mat tonight!"
"ah?"
He was startled for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly.
The next moment, his whole body was pulled into the tent by her.
She was wearing sleeping clothes, made of the smooth and thin floral silk fabric in this area.
He didn't wear much, either.
The two of them lay together. At first, the bamboo mat underneath them did feel cool.
However, after a while, the two of them became even more passionate.
He is hot.
There was an imminent urge to move from deep within his body, as if all the blood in his body was about to drain away. He lay there without daring to move.
She is really hot.
Why?
Because he has such a big stove lying next to him.
She could clearly feel his body temperature rising.
By the end, her body next to him was covered in hot sweat.
"Is it hot?"
In the dimly lit tent, his voice of inquiry suddenly came.
She was startled. It turned out that she was not the only one who was awake!
"Well, a little bit!" she said.
He moved a little further out of the bed, and a gust of cool breeze came over him.
She looked sideways and saw that he had picked up the cattail leaf fan in his right hand and was fanning her!
