Afternoon tea is served in the garden. The taste is clear and sweet, which is very popular with women.
A noble lady asked, "What kind of tea is this? This is my first time drinking it."
"Phoenix Terrace." Ming Wuyou smiled and said, "If you like it, take some back to try."
The tea was made by Ming Wuyou and was not available outside. Of course it was their first time to drink it.
The woman who asked the question was Zhang Susu from Grand Master. Hearing what Ming Wuyou said, he felt a little embarrassed: "Is it okay?"
"certainly."
Ming Wuyou said with a smile and ordered people to prepare it for Zhang Susu.
Zhang Susu said gratefully: "Thank you very much."
There are others who also like the taste of this tea, but they can't bring themselves to speak.
Ming Wuyou noticed that those people were hesitant to speak, but he didn't say much.
These noble ladies in the capital have all seen the world and are very proud at heart.
Even if they like it, they won't take the initiative to ask for it.
Ming Wuyou Ruoshang sent it out in a hurry. Those people might not have any feelings for the tea, but they would feel that Ming Wuyou looked down on them.
The party was going on in such an orderly manner, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood.
In the afternoon, everyone left the Xinglan Pavilion with unfinished content, and agreed to meet again on the sixth day of the lunar month, and mentioned the matter of giving lectures.
Bai Di chased after Ming Wuyou and asked, "Who is going to give lectures? Sister, just tell me and don't hang on to me."
"Um?"
Ming Wuyou was a little tired and rested in the carriage, "Who do you want to give the lecture?"
"I -" Bai Di bit his lip and said, "I hate learning the most. I don't like anyone giving lectures."
"Forget it, you don't like anyone anyway, just join in the fun when the time comes." Ming Wuyou said lazily, "Lectures are meant to be fun."
Bai Di looked at Ming Wuyou inexplicably: "Lectures are just for fun? Are they just for excitement?"
Isn’t giving lectures the same thing as learning?
"Um."
Ming Wuyou responded calmly and waved his hand: "Good boy, don't disturb me. Sister is very tired. Please let me relax for a while."
"Oh well."
As expected, Bai Di obediently shut his mouth and pulled a blanket over Ming Wuyou.
The carriage was a little bumpy, and Ming Wuyou was shaken to a drowsy state.
After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped and Leng Yun's voice came from outside: "We've arrived at Bai Mansion."
"Well..." Ming Wuyou sighed and opened his eyes: "Xiao Di, go home."
"Okay." Bai Di nodded and looked at Ming Wuyou with concern: "Sister, please go back to bed early... This Xinglan Pavilion is too nerve-wracking. Don't make yourself so tired.
"
Ming Wuyou smiled and nodded, waving the small fan in his hand to signal Bai Di to get out of the car.
Bai Di said "oh" again and jumped off the carriage.
After watching Ming Wuyou leave, she jumped into the mansion while guessing who the lecturer was.
She has always known how not to embarrass herself, and don't think about things she doesn't expect.
She will always know when someone arrives.
…
In the carriage, Ming Wuyou suddenly asked: "Has His Highness returned home?"
"His Royal Highness has invited officials from the Ministry of Revenue to discuss matters in the palace today. He should not have left the palace at this time."
"Well, I haven't left the palace at this point..." Ming Wuyou said slowly, "Then let's go to the palace gate and wait for him for a while."
"yes."
Leng Yun agreed and ordered the coachman to drive to the palace gate.
Ming Wuyou leaned against the cushion again, trying to regain his sleepiness.
After all, it's quite far from the palace gate, so I can rest for a while.
The carriage swayed and swayed, moving neither fast nor slowly.
Ming Wuyou looked outside the corner of the rolled up curtain, at the archway and eaves that kept retreating. His eyelids were too heavy to lift, and he fell asleep after a while.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt a familiar breath coming into her breathing, and a generous hand was hugging her back, helping her smooth her hair.
Ming Wuyou slowly opened his eyes.
In the sight of the half-asleep man, the man in front of him has a resolute and cold jaw.
Ming Wuyou curled his lips, leaned his face forward, and kissed his chin, "You're done."
"Um."
Murong Yu's hand paused, originally intending to put her in a more comfortable position so that she could continue sleeping, but unexpectedly he woke her up.
Murong Yu was a little annoyed.
Seeing that Ming Wuyou was supporting him to sit up, he simply did it himself, picked up Ming Wuyou and placed him in his arms: "Why are you waiting for me in front of the palace gate when you are so tired?"
"I miss you." Ming Wuyou said lightly, "I want to see you."
Murong Yu rubbed her hair: "If you want to see me in the future, tell Leng Yun and I will go find you."
Ming Wuyou said quietly: "I will wait for you by myself."
"..."
These willful and arrogant words left Murong Yu speechless.
He lowered his head and kissed Ming Wuyou's forehead, and asked, "Is it busy in the guild hall today? Are there many people?"
"It's not bad." Ming Wuyou said lazily: "Everyone who Yun An handed over the post came, so it can be considered lively."
"Have you made any friends?"
"Huh?" Ming Wuyou chuckled and said, "I opened this club not mainly to make friends, but for Aunt Bai and Taifu Fu."
"If you are lucky enough to make friends, of course you are worthy of being happy."
"It doesn't matter if you can't pay. In fact, it's normal if you can't pay."
"How can it be so easy to make friends? The friends you make just by having a meal and showing off to me are definitely plastic sisters."
"It doesn't matter if you have it or not."
Ming Wuyou said, rubbing his neck with his cheek, "I have grandpa, you, brothers, Yun An and Xiao Di. I don't need any friends."
Murong Yu also stroked her face, "As long as you are happy."
After a pause, Murong Yu added: "Actually, it's really nice to be your friend."
Like Bai Di, Ming Wuyou is like a calf protector.
Now, in order to win over Bai Di's parents, they have launched such a big battle as Xinglan Pavilion.
Ming Wuyou's cheek was still pressed against his neck. Hearing this, he bit the soft flesh on his neck unhappily, but his mouth was very gentle: "Wouldn't it be nice to be my lover?"
"No." Murong Yu frowned and said, "I only accept to be your husband."
Ming Wuyou chuckled: "Okay, okay...I'm tired, Your Highness, please take me home."
Murong Yu said "Yeah" and said nothing more.
Ming Wuyou was so tired that she fell asleep in his arms.
When she woke up, it was already the next morning.
Ming Wuyou yawned and moved his muscles while seeing Leng Yun cleaning her hair in front of the mirror with the jade comb she usually used to comb her hair.
"The princess is awake?" Leng Yun said, "I asked Caiyue to bring someone in to help the princess wash up."
"Yes." Ming Wuyou responded lazily. Seeing Leng Yun carefully arranging the hair in the comb and tying it up with a red rope, he asked with some surprise: "What are you tying this up for?"
After asking this question, Ming Wuyou suddenly remembered that Leng Yun seemed to be doing this a lot recently.