[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

Not long after, they walked to a small pavilion at the end of the peach forest, and the slender and elegant figure in white clothes came into view. Zhang Ye approached, and the man noticed that someone was coming, so he stood up and turned around.

The beauty's eyebrows were calm and soft, her lips were slightly pursed, and she was a bit cold and self-sufficient. When she saw someone coming, she showed a dignified and polite smile: "The prince is here."

Zhang Ye smiled back, walked into the booth, and sat down on the stool.The tea set was set on the table, and Rong Yue made a cup of tea for him. When he was pouring the tea, a small white wrist was exposed under his sleeve, which was shining brightly. Ordinary people may not be able to help but squeeze it playing around.

Zhang Ye didn't drink that cup of tea, but just sniffed it lightly. It was fresh and melodious, like the clouds and mists in the distant mountains.It is also commensurate with the beauty in front of me.

"It's really presumptuous to invite the prince here today, please forgive me." Again, it was the beauty who spoke first.

Zhang Ye said: "Since she is such a beautiful woman, and she is the son of the Rong family, there is nothing wrong with it." His face was calm and calm, and his eyes slowly lingered on the other party, "It's just that the famous prostitute Rong Yue is actually the prime minister." My son, this matter really surprised me."

What Zhang Ye said was straightforward, even though he was just stating the facts without any humiliation in his words, Rong Yue still felt a little embarrassed.He smiled wryly and said: "My lord's words... The Rong family has already been destroyed, and Rong Yue has fallen into such a situation. He is just looking for a way to survive. I hope that one day, my Rong family's grievances will be vindicated."

Zhang Ye's face was still calm, he gave a soft "oh", and asked back: "The one who condemned you is the current emperor, and he is the emperor's brother, how do you think I will help you?"

Rong Yue smiled, and said: "The relationship between the lord and the emperor... There is no room for two tigers. Now that the emperor summons the lord to return to Beijing, how can it not be a grand feast? Rong Yue dare not say anything else, it's just that this body is so good, and this The exquisite heart of the Rong family is willing to go through fire and water for the prince."

Zhang Ye laughed, and stretched out his hand towards Rongyue, but Rongyue didn't resist, but let him lift his chin meekly, and looked at himself with admiring eyes.Zhang Ye put down his hands, and said with a light smile, "Young Master Rong is able to bend and stretch, he is truly a talent for accomplishing great things."

Rong Yue heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that Zhang Ye did this on purpose.

Just when he was about to continue discussing with Zhang Ye, there was a sudden commotion outside the pavilion.Rong Yue looked sideways, and saw an unexpected person.

The man was stopped by Zhang Ye's guards at this time, and his expression was a little worried.Rong Yue only heard a soft laugh from the person sitting opposite him, and saw that person stand up and walk outside.

Zhuang Yan was stopped by those cold-faced guards. Knowing that the place was already occupied by characters, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he was about to turn around and walk away. Suddenly, he heard some familiar voices, and stopped in his tracks.

"I really have no eyesight, who told you to stop my little banquet?" The man walked up and waved back the guards, his brows and eyes softened under the bright sunlight.

Zhuang Yan was taken aback, "Young Master Zhang?"

His face was tanned slightly red, his eyes and lips were pink and bright, and he looked a little dazed, so Zhang Ye, regardless of the blue sky and broad daylight, held his face and kissed him lovingly.

Zhuang Yan blushed—she was really shy.After all, it was daytime, and it wasn't in Huajie, in front of so many people...

"Is Mr. Zhang also coming to enjoy the flowers?" Zhuang Yan uncharacteristically asked first in order to relieve his shame.

It was only then that Zhang Ye remembered that he had made an appointment with Rong Yue, and suddenly thought of Rong Yue's identity. Just as he was about to leave with the banquet in his arms so that he wouldn't find out, Rong Yue's voice sounded behind him: "This Isn't it Zhuang Yan?"

Zhuang Yan felt that the voice was familiar, so he poked his head out of Zhang Ye's arms to look over, and happened to see Rong Yue standing there in white clothes, Susu Qingqing, smiling at him.

These two were just together?

Zhuang Yan suddenly became a little angry, and was about to break out of Zhang Ye's arms lightly, and said coldly: "It turns out that Mr. Zhang is already in his arms, so Zhuang Yan won't bother me."

Rong Yue said: "Zhuang Yan's words are wrong." He walked to Zhang Ye's side and looked at Zhuang Yan very closely, with a gentle and charming smile on his face, "You and I serve together, young master may Would you be happier?"

After Zhang Ye heard his words, he also took advantage of the situation and asked, "That's a good idea. Red and white roses can complement each other."

Zhuang Yan sneered, stepped up his strength to break away from Zhang Ye's embrace, took two steps back, and said, "Zhuang Yan didn't mean that." He met Zhang Ye's gaze, and there seemed to be ice and snow in his eyes, "I wish you some fun, my lord." Be happy, Zhuang Yan will not accompany you."

Saying that, she stopped listening to Zhang Ye and Rong Yue, turned around and left with Qing Ming.

Zhang Ye didn't chase after him either, but just stood there looking at Zhuang Yan who was angry even from his back, his eyes were unpredictable.

Rong Yue asked softly: "Is the lord just watching him go?"

Zhang Ye turned around, looked at the beauty in white in front of him, and said, "It's just a prostitute...you want to hear this answer from me, don't you?"

"..." Rong Yue remained silent, his eyebrows drooping.

Zhang Ye stretched out his hand to lift his face, and stared straight into his deep eyes, Zhang Ye smiled contemptuously: "Mr. Rong, if you haven't forgotten your identity, you will know what kind of person you are. started."

Rong Yue's eyelashes trembled, as if there was something he couldn't hide that was about to be exposed in broad daylight... Zhang Ye could see him clearly, but he stopped there, let go of his hand, and waved away.

On the other side, in the carriage, Zhuang Yan read the script with his arms propped up.The interesting words on weekdays were boring at this moment, making him unable to read any more. He threw the little book on the ground, and Zhuang Yan took a sip of tea, pressing his fingertips tightly on the cup.

Seeing him like this, Qingming finally couldn't help it anymore: "Master...but are you angry because the prince is with you, Mr. Rongyue?"

Zhuang Yan immediately said angrily: "Why should I be angry! You little slave, don't talk nonsense!"

Qingming: "..." Isn't this angry?

Qingming didn't speak any more, but Zhuang Yan had already been aroused by him to complain and resentment. He pinched his cup, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Qingming or talking to himself: "Good job Zhang Ye! Stepping on two boats! Hmph... what red and white roses! I'm..." Zhuang Yan became more and more angry as he thought about it, but fortunately he didn't get angry for a long time, and the carriage had already returned to the Hunan Pavilion.

It was still afternoon at this time, and the sun seemed to be slanting towards the west. Zhuang Yan got off the carriage and went back to his warm pavilion in a huff, only to see Liu's father sitting there drinking tea in an orderly manner.

Seeing Zhuang Yan's appearance, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.Originally, he wanted to scold this willful and reckless boy, but now seeing his angry look, he knew that he must have suffered some kind of grievance outside, so he said flatly: "I haven't punished you yet, why did you just punish me?" Is this what you look like? Are you trying to show my face?"

Zhuang Yan sat down next to him angrily, poured tea for himself, and said with a sulky face: "I know! I won't go out again!" To save myself from encountering such a thing again!

No matter what troubles he encountered, he knew that he had to stay obediently in Huajie. Father Liu was satisfied, so he started to talk about another thing: "Although the prince promised you not to receive guests for a month, you must know that you If you don't pick up guests..."

Hearing Liu's father mentioned the master who upset him again, Zhuang Yan simply interrupted his words: "I know what you mean, does he really not accept guests when he says he won't accept guests? Hmph," Zhuang Yan said coldly Holding the cup coldly, "Even if he is the prince, I don't listen to him all!"

Father Liu laughed when he heard that this newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, touched Zhuang Yan's hand and said, "It's good that you know." Seeing that he was already unhappy looking for it, he let it go, and suddenly Feeling that his hands were cold, he frowned and said, "Why are your hands so cold?" Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, he frowned even more, "Carefully sick!"

Zhuang Yan said impatiently: "I'm not such a weak person!" It's just that after he said this, he slapped himself in the face the next day, but he was caught in the wind and cold.

"It's getting warmer in spring, it's the time when it's too cold, and it's easy to get wind and cold, but it's not a serious illness, just take care of it." The doctor came to see the doctor, so he said, and Liu's father asked a servant to follow the doctor to grab the medicine , I sat down on the side of the couch.

The person who was alive and well that day, his eyes are slightly open at this moment, there are two red clouds on his face, and his delicate lips are so dry that they are sickly white.

When Father Liu saw it, his heart ached and he said strangely: "I told you not to run around, the mountain is already cold, and you are still dressed so lightly!"

Zhuang Yan was in a daze and couldn't tell the difference at the moment, so he held his hand pitifully.Father Liu couldn't bear it when he saw it, and said: "You are so good to rest, I can't take this guest." He suddenly sighed, stroking the corner of his brow, "Maybe this is also your good fate."

Zhuang Yan fell into a drowsy sleep, not very heavy, many images flashed through his mind, there was a scene where he learned to practice bad manners when he was a child, and he was taught to pull his back with a bamboo stick, and he was held in Liu's father's arms, watching The scene where the older son was being mobilized, taught, and having sex, and the scene where he walked alone through the lotus pond, was pushed, and sank into the water...

The water covered by lotus leaves is covered with muddy yellow roots. Between the leaves, the sky distorted by the water is dark, and the smelly water pours into the eyes, ears, mouth and nose...

He stretched out his arms, but the leaves and lotus pods that he couldn't grasp slid between his fingers...Who will...help me...

A hand held his, and he held it tightly, as if gradually floating out of the water. The clean air and the faint fragrance of lotus flowers wafted between the heaven and the earth, his heart settled down, and he fell into sleep again...

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the delicately embroidered curtains. He let out a breath of foul breath and felt that his mind was clearer. Suddenly, he noticed something strange in his hand. He turned his head and saw a familiar person holding his hand. hands.

Seeing that he woke up, the man picked up the veil, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked softly, "Are you thirsty?"

Zhuang Yan still couldn't react, so he just nodded in a daze.

The man let go of his hand, which was empty, and he subconsciously grasped the other's hand. The man was taken aback, the smile on his lips deepened, and he bent down. With a warm breath, he placed a kiss on his forehead: " Don't worry, I won't leave."

Then he saw the man gently withdrew from his hand, turned around and went to the table to pour a cup of tea, came back, helped him sit up, handed the cup to his lips, Zhuang Yan drank a few sips of water with his hand , the dryness in his throat was relieved, and he finally opened his mouth: "... Mr. Zhang? Why are you here?" Still showing a gesture of caring for him?

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