During the several hundred years since the founding of the Jin Dynasty, the official road led from the south to the north, and everyone traveled along the official road. Posthouses were connected along the official road, and there were places to stay at regular intervals, so there was no need to sleep in the open air.
We arranged a good time to set off on the road and arrived at the post house at noon.
The guards who came in advance have arranged everything. Everyone needs to eat, rest and get some fresh air. The horses also need to eat grass and drink water and be groomed before they can continue on their way.
"careful."
Song Chen helped Qin Wanwan get out of the carriage, and when she got off the carriage safely, he naturally took his hand back, considerately but not abruptly.
The two of them sat at the table, took the initiative to pour tea for Qin Wanwan, served the food, heated the bowls, and picked up the vegetables. Their movements were natural and without any deliberate effort. Those who didn't know better thought he had done it many times.
Yinzhuang and Yelan sat next door, and all their duties as personal attendants were taken away by the regent.
There was a table of guards sitting on a table not far away. They were the four commanders of the regent's guards, Qingfeng, Hongshan, Lu Quan, and Huang Mu. The four of them had different appearances and different heights, but they all had the same expressionless face and were all dressed in formidable attire.
The air-conditioning makes it difficult to get close to him.
Look at those four people, and then look at Ye Lan, it's really puzzling.
Why is the regent such a kind and gentle master, but his subordinates are so vicious?
Obviously the master is so easy to talk to, but Yinzhuang and Yelan have been getting along for a long time. This girl is no less cold than her daughter. Not only is she cold, but she is also fierce, and she is not easy to mess with.
Fortunately, the regent is not like this. Otherwise, if the young lady gets married to the regent in the future, how will she live her life?
Eat, repair, and continue on your way.
The journey was tiring, and no matter how comfortable the carriage was, people would still be tired. Song Chen was considerate and did not say too much to Qin Wanwan, but just took care of him calmly.
He did it smoothly, and Qin Wanwan would frown at first, but after many times, she took it smoothly and only realized it later, and it was useless to be upset.
Is it humble for a dignified regent to serve others?
Song Chen obviously doesn't have this consciousness. Serving his beloved girl can't be called humble.
It's a pity that I am wishful thinking now. If I marry the girl back, it will be a love that no one else can envy.
After finishing the official business, Song Chen had someone put it in a box and send it away.
The grid was mostly empty, and he seemed to feel relaxed.
"There is a tea mountain ahead. Gardenias and jasmine are planted beside it. They are in full bloom at this time. Let's go and have a look."
Qin Wanwan frowned slightly: "No need."
She didn't want to look at the flowers, especially when she felt that Song Chen was relaxed. Without official duties, his attention was all on her, which was not a good thing for her.
Obviously, her rejection was expected, and Song Chen's decision will not change.
The carriage stopped at the foot of the Tea Mountain. Before getting off the carriage, a refreshing fragrance with a bitter taste was carried by the breeze.
There is no heat after the rain, the breeze is pleasant, and the fragrance of flowers is refreshing.
"Let's go."
Qin Wanwan went down to the ground and saw at a glance that the green tea mountains were neatly trimmed, but the gardenias and jasmine on both sides of the road were growing wildly as if no one was managing them.
The branches stretch wildly, the green leaves and flowers dance in the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers is fragrant.
Even if there are flowers planted in the garden, there are only a few of each variety, and there are very few varieties in patches. But here, gardenia and jasmine spread all the way, and at a glance, it looks like the tea mountain is inlaid with white lace.
Not far away, there was a group of people standing respectfully, looking here but not daring to come forward.
"Be careful." The road was uneven, so Song Chen supported Qin Wanwan's hand: "This is a tribute tea garden. Jasmine and gardenia will also be made into tea or medicinal materials and sent to the treasury."
The guard handed over a handful and saw it. He stepped forward and picked out a few gardenias that had just bloomed and cut them off: "Are you used to the smell? Wait and put them in the car."
He cut them all.
The tea garden is a place where tea is grown. The endless hills are covered with tea trees. The only highlight is the two kinds of blooming flowers. There is not much interesting place.
After standing for a while, I felt refreshed.
Feeling refreshed, Qin Wanwan understood the reason why Song Chen insisted on coming here, just to let her breathe some air.
Returning to the car, there were two more bouquets of flowers in the carriage, one bouquet of gardenias and one bouquet of jasmine, which Song Chen picked by himself.
Song Chen was trying his best, but Qin Wanwan couldn't understand, why should he be so eager to please her?
"What does the prince like in me? This face?"
Qin Wanwan felt that this was all she had left, cold and boring, not understanding of amorous feelings, without the tenderness of a daughter's family, and without the charm of a woman.
She has no connection with being virtuous and virtuous, nor does she have anything to do with playing, playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting. The only thing that can be done well in her body is this face, isn't it?
But it’s just a face, is it worthy of the prince’s effort? Is it too superficial?
Song Chen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised and a little surprised, but he waited until she asked.
Seriously and solemnly answer: "When a man and a woman fall in love, who can avoid appearance? I love Wanwan's appearance for her beautiful appearance, but that's not all. If I have to say it, it's probably fate. Before I met you,
I never thought I would get a wife. After I met you, the only person I wanted to marry was you."
"I don't know you well enough. If you have to say that I am superficial, I will admit it. But there are thousands of colors in the world, and you are the only one I want to have."
Love words are also true.
To say that it's not just a matter of face would be false.
Stunning, how can love at first sight not be because of appearance? But the fleeting stunningness cannot last forever. If you can retain this stunning and heart-pounding feeling, and fall deeper and deeper, then what is love other than love?
Qin Wanwan's beauty is half her appearance and half her temperament. Her appearance is natural and her temperament is determined by her cultivation. In fact, you can already see a lot just by looking at the surface.
In addition, Qin Wanwan is indeed not like ordinary rich ladies. She is casual, lazy, and indifferent to others. If this must be regarded as a shortcoming, then he even likes her shortcomings.
Cute, how can it not be considered like, how can it be called superficial?
Well, the only shortcoming she doesn't like is probably that she doesn't like him. On this point, he can slowly help her change it.
"What about Miss Qin? Is there anything about my face that dissatisfies you?"
The topic unfolds and we pursue the victory.
Qin Wanwan, who was not very talkative at all, was so stunned by him that she didn't know what to say.
His face... sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight bridge of nose, exquisite facial features, and an angular face with clear lines yet soft.
Those eyes, those eyebrows, those lips...
This was the first time Qin Wanwan looked at him so seriously. After watching it, she felt a little awkward and felt a little strange.
This person is very good-looking, as handsome as a god, and has no flaws, but what does this have to do with her?
There seems to be a ball of cotton thread in my heart that I can't figure out clearly.
"Your Majesty..." he spoke, then frowned, staring at Song Chen for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong with his mood.