one
After leaving the main hall, Xie Xiangcai followed the Seventh Young Master on the wind and arrived at Dongfeng City in no time.
Dongfeng City, which had been away for a few days, actually made Xie Xiangcai feel even more cordial.
The young man returned to his residence a little tired, pushed open the door and entered the room. As soon as his buttocks sat on the bed, something suddenly stirred in his mind, and he rushed out of the house as fast as he could, heading straight to the north of the city.
In Yuanyang Tower, Yueying leaned against the window with her chin in her hands as usual, but she no longer looked southward subconsciously, but stared blankly at the hibiscus under the window.
Although hibiscus has been watered by her frequently these days, it still looks sickly and lifeless.
A rush of footsteps came from the street, and a somewhat embarrassed figure was running towards the north of the city, accompanied by the setting sun.
The girl who was leaning in front of the window felt a thump in her heart. Listening to the footsteps, her heartbeat accelerated for no reason. Finally, pretending to be reserved, she couldn't bear the impulse in her heart and stretched her neck to look under the window sill.
The dusty young man was holding on to the fence in front of Mufong, bent over and panting heavily. He raised his head, sweating profusely, and looked at the head sticking out of the window above his head.
Xie Xiangcai smiled guiltily at that pretty face.
Yue Ying squinted her eyes and looked at the angry young face. After humming softly, she slammed the window shut.
Xie Xiangcai, who was holding on to the fence, let go of his hand at this moment, straightened up, looked at the closed window above his head in astonishment, and forcefully swallowed the closed door in his stomach.
The young man was not an idiot, so he naturally knew what Yueying was thinking and resenting.
If the girl said she wasn't angry after leaving without saying goodbye a few days ago, it would definitely be a lie.
Xie Xiangcai sighed, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, turned around, and walked slowly towards his residence with the last ray of sunset, a little lonely.
two
On a day trip, the young man put on neat clothes, hurriedly bought two buns on the street and stuffed them into his mouth, then hurried towards the direction of Yuanyang Tower.
Not long after dawn, the gate of Yuanyang Tower was not open at this moment. There were only two strong men dozing off, leaning on the doorpost.
Xie Xiangcai stepped forward cautiously, and when he saw that the two strong men were motionless, the young man immediately pulled away and went under the side window, tapped the ground with his feet, and ran straight into the window.
He turned over and jumped over the cupboards filled with dishes and chopsticks, landing firmly in the back kitchen.
When Xie Xiang saw that there was no one around, he rushed out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
He walked along the corridor to the end, and finally stood in front of the boudoir that exuded a faint fragrance.
The young man took a deep breath and was about to knock on the door, but then he thought again and gritted his teeth and pushed the door open.
"Creak——"
The door was gently pushed open. Yueying, who was combing her hair in front of the bronze mirror, stopped immediately. After a moment, she once again held the wooden comb to comb her waist-length hair.
"Mom Lou, is there something wrong..."
Yueying asked softly.
However, there was no response from behind.
The girl's heart thumped, and she placed the wooden comb on the table with some uneasiness, and stood up with a slight trembling support on the table.
She turned around slowly, holding a small silver hairpin in her palm.
After Yueying turned around completely, a familiar young face came into view.
Seeing that the person who came was Xie Xiangcai, a big stone hanging in Yueying's heart fell.
However, Yue Ying's hand holding the silver hairpin still did not fall. She took a deep breath, pursed her lips tightly and stared at the boy with her eyes. After a moment, she threw the silver hairpin in her hand towards him.
The unsuspecting Prime Minister Xie froze in place, without moving to avoid the silver hairpin, and his head was suddenly poked by the sharp corner of the silver hairpin.
Yue Ying was just out of anger, but who would have thought that the silver hairpin would hit Xie Xiangcai's head. Seeing traces of blood flowing from Xie Xiangcai's head, the young girl who had not much blood was immediately frightened and turned pale.
She stepped forward anxiously, took out a close-fitting handkerchief from her sleeve, and covered the small wound very gently.
For the first time, the boy was so close to the girl, so that the faint fragrance emanating from the girl was now so strong that it made him slightly dizzy and unsteady on his feet.
Seeing that the wound on Xie Xiangcai's head had not healed for a long time, Yueying was so panicked that her cheeks turned pale and her small palms could not help but tremble slightly.
Xie Xiangcai turned his eyes away and did not dare to look at Yue Ying's cheeks, but the little fluff on the girl's cheeks from the corner of his eye made his face blush.
The girl didn't know that this was actually a little trick used by the boy, just to make the girl in front of him get closer to him, even if it was just for a little time, it would be enough.
After a long time, Yueying seemed to notice something, and her movements suddenly became stiff. She stopped what she was doing, turned her head and stared at Xie Xiangcai's eyes, "Xie Xiangcai, are you interesting?"
Xie Xiangcai smiled and could only touch his head to relieve the embarrassment.
Yueying snorted, threw the blood-stained handkerchief on Xie Xiangcai's face, then stamped her feet and turned her back to Xie Xiangcai in anger, sitting on a chair not far away.
Xie Xiangcai was like a child who had made a mistake at this time. He walked carefully behind Yue Ying and tapped the other person's back with his finger.
Yueying twisted her body wildly and turned her head to the side a little more.
Xie Xiangcai withdrew his fingers and clenched the corners of his clothes, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
Seeing that Yue Ying was still unwilling to talk to him, he thought about it for a moment and didn't think of anything to make her happy. He could only take out the two bottles given to him by the Heavenly Master in the Lotus Temple from the Wanbao Blessing Bag.
Xie Xiangcai placed the bottle containing lotus pond water in front of Yueying. Seeing that the other party did not respond, he pushed it forward.
Yueying glanced at the transparent bottle, finally stood up, turned her head to look at Xie Xiangcai, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Xie Xiangcai, are you really not good at making girls happy?"
Xie Xiangcai scratched his head and pointed at the bottle, indicating that he still knew how to take it a little bit.
Yueying snorted again, then used all her strength to push Xie Xiangcai out of the room, and then closed the door tightly with a "bang".
Xie Xiangcai stood at the door at a loss. After he came to his senses, he knocked lightly on the door. Seeing that Yue Ying inside was motionless, he could only sigh and said with his lips close to the crack of the door, "Miss Yue Ying, what's in the bottle on the table is The water from the Lotus Pond in Yishan Mountain, the Heavenly Master on the mountain said that drinking it is good for your health and can prolong your life!”
After saying that, Prime Minister Xie was silent for a moment, then turned and left.
Xie Xiang just left, and Yue Ying opened the door with her back. She looked at the young man's retreating back, pursed her lips tightly, and secretly cursed him as "idiot" countless times in her heart.
There is only a layer of paper window between them, but neither of them is willing to pierce this thin layer of window paper.
Yueying clenched her fists, sighed softly, turned around and closed the door. She moved lightly to the window and pushed it open.
She leaned over and looked at the hibiscus in front of the window. The flowers were in full bloom, and the figure of a young man was standing in front of the fence at some point.
The girl's frown instantly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised as she looked at the boy with clear eyes.
The young man scratched his head and summoned up the courage to say loudly, "Miss Yueying, I'm sorry!"
The girl put her hands on her hips, looked at the boy critically, and nodded slightly after a moment.
"I'll forgive you this time!"
"There won't be a next time!"
"I know, Miss Yueying!!!"
