Lingzhouyang room.
Ling Zhouyang and Qian Zhao were sitting at the tea table. Qian Zhao was writing a portrait on paper, while Ling Zhouyang was studying ink on the side.
"Qian Zhaozhao, what else can't you do?" Just from the way Qian Zhao writes, Ling Zhouyang can tell that Qian Zhao's painting skills are definitely extraordinary.
Qian Zhao had a smile on his face, "It's not as good as you think, I'm just too good at it."
Ling Zhouyang smiled and said, "Don't be too modest. It's enough that what you learn is useful."
Qian Zhao replied: "Ayang is right."
Ling Zhouyang raised the corners of her mouth and said arrogantly, "I know what I'm saying is right without you having to tell me."
The two of them chatted one after another, but Ling Zhouyang always asked questions and Qian Zhao answered.
Ling Zhouyang held her chin with her left hand, looked at the birds chirping on the tree at the door, and said, "Qian Zhaozhao, I still want to ask you a question."
"You ask." Qian Zhao continued to paint.
Ling Zhouyang: "I read in the storybook that when a man and a woman are together, they must go through some trials before they can connect with each other and finally live a happy life together. But we have only known each other for a short time, and we have not yet met each other. What have you been through to make you like me?"
Qian Zhao's hand holding the pen paused, and he said softly: "The stories in the storybook cannot be believed at all."
Ling Zhouyang turned her head and looked at Qian Zhao's profile, "Then I want to know why you like me?"
Ling Zhouyang really wanted to know the answer.
Qian Zhao heard the seriousness in Lingzhouyang's words, so he put down his pen and raised his head.
Qian Zhao only said, "It was love when we first met."
Qian Zhao recalled the first time she saw Ling Zhouyang, she smiled and said: "Little Langjun, please be merciful."
That bold and unrestrained look was still vivid in his mind when he thought about it.
It was that day that Qian Zhao's heart was inadvertently touched by Ling Zhouyang's smile as bright as a summer flower.
Most of the women around him are the same, with nothing special about them.
He also rarely interacts with women. Even the female Tiqi of Liudao Hall usually has a business-like attitude and has no personal relationships.
Not to mention that after entering the palace, the rules in the palace are strict, and no one will violate the rules casually.
Ling Zhouyang was different from all the women he had seen. Even though he had a cold face, she still had a bright smile.
Her energetic look made him stop for her again and again.
Ling Zhouyang asked in disbelief, "You mean you liked me the first time you saw me?"
Qian Zhao looked into Ling Zhouyang's eyes and nodded gently, "Well, I was shocked and delighted at first sight, but also stunned after a long time."
Hearing this, Ling Zhouyang said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I am quite charming. I already attracted the usually cold and stern Captain Qian at the first meeting."
"Yes, what about you? Do you know when you fell in love with me?" Qian Zhao was also eager to know the answer.
"Hmm - let me think about it." Ling Zhouyang put her hand on the table again and tapped lightly.
Qian Zhao was looking forward to it when he heard Ling Zhouyang's voice saying calmly: "I don't know, it was you who explained it to me that I like you."
After a while, Qian Zhao stretched out his hand and scratched the bridge of Lingzhouyang's nose, "It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's enough for you to know that you like me."
Seeing that Ling Zhouyang was indifferent towards him, Qian Zhao felt that it was no longer important whether he knew it or not. What was important was that Ling Zhouyang always liked him.
Ling Zhouyang nodded, "I know this, you are my lover, I definitely like you."
Qian Zhao didn't refute, just looked at Ling Zhouyang and smiled fondly.
Ling Zhouyang's attention was attracted by the portrait on the tea table.
She picked up the portrait and looked at it. The man's eyebrows looked sharper than two years ago.
"I haven't finished the drawing yet." Qian Zhao reached out and tried to pull off the drawing paper.
Ling Zhouyang ducked away and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to finish the painting."
Sure enough it was him! Unexpectedly, he is now the Marquis of Changqing of Anguo.
Seeing Ling Zhouyang's gloomy expression, Qian Zhao quickly asked: "Ayang, what's wrong with you?"
Before Ling Zhouyang could answer, the voice of Yang Ying's servant came from the door.
"Miss Lingzhou, Your Highness is awake."
Yes, when Ling Zhouyang left Yang Ying's room today, she told the chamberlain that she would tell her when Yang Ying woke up.
Ling Zhouyang responded: "Well, I'll go there later, you go back and take care of His Highness first."
After the chamberlain left, Ling Zhouyang answered Qian Zhao: "I will tell you after I clarify my question."
"Okay, if you can't solve it, remember to tell me." Qian Zhao nodded lightly. If Ling Zhouyang doesn't want to talk about it now, he won't pursue her.
Ling Zhouyang smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't forget who I used to be."
"Go and do your business. I'll go see His Highness myself later."
Qian Zhao was stunned, "Don't you usually deal with His Highness often?"
Not only His Highness, but also in the entire mission, except for him, Yuan Lu and Ren Ruyi, there were few people who could make her enthusiastic.
She looks enthusiastic on the outside, but she is actually hot on the outside and cold on the inside.
"It's just that His Highness is a little pitiful. Can't I soften my heart?" Mainly because she began to feel that the people in the mission were good.
Qian Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, I'll get to work first."
Seeing Ling Zhouyang nodding, Qian Zhao stood up and left.
*
In the evening, as soon as she arrived at the door of Yang Ying's room, Ling Zhouyang saw Ren Ruyi walking towards her.
Looking at the chamberlain guarding the door, Ren Ruyi asked, "How is His Highness?"
The servant lowered his head and replied: "I'm already awake, but I won't let the servants get close. I just sit there and shed tears."
Ling Zhouyang: "Let's go in and have a look."
The two opened the door and went in, and saw Yang Ying standing on tiptoes, trying to hang herself.
Ling Zhouyang covered her face and said, "Go and persuade this idiot yourself."
She originally wanted to comfort this poor little guy, but who knew she would see this scene when she came over.
It's okay to seek death for a man. The key is that you are too stupid to know how to die.
When Lingzhouyang started to speak, Yang Ying stopped and looked at the two of them blankly.
Ren Ruyi said softly: "You can't die like this."
Then she picked up the stool on the side and put it in front of Yang Ying, "This is the only way to die."
Seeing that Yang Ying didn't move, Ren Ruyi stretched out her hand in front of Yang Ying, "Do you want me to help you?"
"Ahem." Ling Zhouyang reminded. She really didn't expect Ren Ruyi to persuade people like this.
Yang Ying looked so disheartened, what if she really wanted to die?
Ren Ruyi ignored her reminder and continued: "But if you hang yourself, it usually takes half a stick of incense to die. During this time, your heart and lungs will hurt like fire..."
Ling Zhouyang immediately turned around and strode out of Yang Ying's house.
It seems that Ren Ruyi should be fully confident in persuading her, so she will not be in the way. When His Highness feels better, she can come over to make friends. She is not in a hurry anyway.
