Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

The subsequent conversation with April further confirmed her thinking.

Amanda's face was warm and bright, with unmistakable pride.

April added two more sugar cubes to the tea and stirred it with grace, her slender, smooth wrist bones like magnolias.

She said to Amanda apologetically, "Dear Miss Blanchett, I believe you have seen how the bamboo flute is played.

I only have two bamboo flutes, and the unused one has been given to Miss Lina.

I searched for it in the royal city, but I didn't find the third one."

April had already thought of this statement before. Miss Blanchett would definitely not use the instrument that had been blown by her lips again.

I have lived in the royal city for so many years and have never seen any place selling musical instruments from the East. I think this way I will not be kept in Blanchette Manor.

But she didn't expect that what she thought was a problem was not a problem at all for Blanchett.

Amanda looked happier.

"So, teacher, you are saying that there is no third one in the entire royal city, right?"

April looked into her smoky gray eyes that were filled with joy and nodded.

Amanda took a bite of the pastry.

"Teacher, don't worry. I will find it. You can take a good rest during this time. There are many places worth visiting in Blanchette Manor."

April was drinking her tea and almost choked when she heard what she said.

Are you so persistent?

I want to leave, please fire me!

But no matter how much she roared in her heart, April was a person who knew the times.

She could only listen to Amanda.

April was resting in her room. She walked to the window and saw a grape field planted in the castle.

The distance was too far to see clearly what kind it was, I just saw a patch of purple, so I guess it was ripe.

Duke Blanchette seemed to have returned at noon today, but April did not see her.

She dined in another dining room with the other governesses and others who served Blanchett.

The servants dined in another place.

The manor is divided into three classes just for dining.

No, the fourth class, and there are serfs who are not even qualified to show up in front of April and the others.

April decided to do something during her idle afternoon.

She wore a pair of deerskin boots and a dress called a culottes that she had picked out at a ready-made clothing store.

Anyway, we are not in Campbell Manor, so there is no need to be so particular.

Tie up all your hair with a dark purple headband.

April was not very skilled at this hairstyle, but fortunately she succeeded in the end.

April asked the castle's steward if she could pick the grapes in the castle.

After getting the answer not to pick too many flowers, April asked the head maid for a bamboo flower basket and walked to the place she had chosen.

The sun is not very strong, but as a lady, I must not risk my skin getting darker.

April dressed herself in a blue and white wide-brimmed hyacinth hat.

It was much easier to move around in a culottes, so April unconsciously quickened her pace.

April crawled into the grapes. The grapes were fixed in place by the racks and distributed in strips. April didn't count how many there were.

She didn't know how to choose grapes.

Thinking of the housekeeper's words, April picked the grapes that pleased her.

This is very inefficient, but April was just trying to kill time and she is not a worker.

The round grapes were placed one by one in her small basket, and each one was a carefully selected beautiful grape.

There is a lot of wind in the west of Halcyon in the spring, and this was an unfortunate wind.

A gust of wind blew by, and the spring breeze carrying the moisture of the Morlaix River blew away April's hat.

Sometimes it floats to the right, sometimes it floats to the left.

April was forced to run in the vineyard.

Strahl originally painted the vibrant vineyard among the wisteria flowers.

After doing too many trivial things, I always want to find some fun for myself.

His fair skin was faintly visible in the mottled shadows of the trees. The sunlight was so favorable to him, and his beautiful and delicate face was like an ancient oil painting.

He was wearing a lavender robe, and seemed to blend into the dreamy wisteria flowers, like a beautiful sonnet.

Even the originally faint scent of wisteria seemed to become stronger because of his presence.

That was what he ordered people to plant, and because he said that the servants could come and pick them when they were ripe, the housekeeper told April that she could pick them.

When April burst into his canvas, he looked at her tan deerskin boots and smoky pink culottes.

nondescript.

Fortunately, she quickly hid in the grape bushes, so I couldn't see her anymore and was no longer bothered.

But April was like a gray rabbit that dug holes everywhere and always popped out from places he least expected.

His brushstrokes inevitably began to depict April.

There is really no aesthetic appeal in the combination of smoky pink and brown.

Her hat is nice though.

Just as Strahl was thinking that her hat was nice, a gust of wind blew April's hat away.

Wisteria petals fell onto his painting and happened to land on the blue and white hat.

Strahl simply painted this beautiful surprise on the painting.

This way, it looks more pleasing to the eye.

April must have loved this hat very much. She ran among the grape bushes, hoping to catch it before it fell to the ground.

Perhaps the hat had played enough with her among the grapes.

The wind changed direction, and the hat began to float toward the wisteria trellis.

April hurriedly chased after him.

Oh my Father, I can’t afford a new hat now, please don’t let anything happen to it!

Once again, April was glad that she was wearing a culottes, otherwise she would have fallen.

The grass beneath her feet was soft and covered with beautiful flowers, and April was careful to avoid them as she chased the hat.

When Strahl saw April running towards the wisteria trellis, he didn't move his half-finished easel, but stood up and hid in the wisteria flowers.

He was leaning slightly to one side, his arms folded in a casual posture, his fingers still stained with pink paint.

April was about to chase her hat into the wisteria area, but the housekeeper's words telling her not to enter here were still ringing in her ears.

She was so anxious that she paced back and forth at the entrance of the small garden, hoping that the wind would change direction again and blow her hat back.

But the Father still prefers Stral.

The hat that April had been chasing for a long time fell into Strahl's hands. Strahl looked at the hyacinth pattern on the hat.

Then I drew it wrong.

However, it doesn’t matter if the drawing is wrong; the drawing doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the real thing.

Excessive pursuit of truth will lead to loss of beauty.

Her hat also carried the scent of osmanthus, another spice from the East.

Strahl had no intention of returning the hat to April.

Just like that, through the wisteria petals, I looked at April, who had an anxious and troubled look on her face.

The scent of osmanthus on the hat stained his fingertips.