The hidden scholar retracted his hand, seeming a little embarrassed and shy: "Xiaosheng...Xiaosheng just doesn't like the taste of lotus seeds, so he recommends it to others."
Chunming pursed her lips in disdain, haha, she believed his lies.
Ming Lanruo didn't say anything, but there was suspicion and deep thought in her eyes. Before she could speak, Jing He suddenly burst out laughing——
"You lied and said, did you have a crush on my eldest lady and secretly went to the kitchen to find out her preferences?"
Except for the sound of Xiao Xi snoring and drinking soy milk, the room was completely silent for a while.
Chunming: "..."
Ming Lanruo: "..."
Yin Shusheng's elegant and elegant face turned red instantly: "You...you...Miss Jinghe...don't...don't slander anyone!"
"
Jing He looked at him with a smile: "It's rare to see you out, and you dressed up specially. Yes, you look good."
Scholar Yin's ears and neck were red now, as if he had been bullied, and the corners of his eyes were so angry that he said, "You, you..."
Why is everyone talking about this!
Ming Lanruo looked at the hidden scholar in silence, looking like a beautiful plucked heron, with her slender limbs in panic and nowhere to put them, and she was too ashamed to look at her.
This sour scholar looks like he's hiding something, does he really like her?
She has been beautiful since she was a child, and after she got hair extensions, she became the number one among the noble ladies in the capital at that time. When she went to the Lantern Festival for the first time, she received many peach blossom lots from young gentlemen.
This scholar was probably interested in her, but his eyes couldn't show it.
However, most men just admire her beautiful appearance, which will fade over time.
Most of the hidden scholars are like this. They don't admit it and just pretend that they don't know.
Ming Lanruo picked up the bird's nest and took a sip, and smiled calmly: "Jinghe, don't tease Scholar Yin, he is Xiaoxi's teacher."
Jing He blinked narrowly at the hidden scholar: "Okay, I got it!"
Chunming frowned. Although his eyes were still wary and suspicious, he still lowered his hand from where the soft sword was hidden on his waist.
The hidden scholar looked at Ming Lanruo, who looked at ease and leisurely.
The clenched fists in his sleeves relaxed, but an obscure feeling filled his heart somehow.
He thought expressionlessly that if she changed her identity, she wouldn't give someone like him a second look.
Scholar Yin finished his meal in silence, then raised his eyes and looked at Ming Lanruo: "Look at the little lady dressed like this, but are you going out?"
Ming Lanruo smiled and said: "Today, the first day of March, the Minister of Dali Temple and the lady who is the censor of Zuodu of the Chaoyuan invited me and Xiaoxi to go to Kaichun Lake."
Normally according to seasonal festivals, the dragon will raise its head on February 2nd, and spring plowing can begin.
But this year, the weather is very different. It is raining and snowing on the first day of March. It seems that spring plowing will not be successful, and there will be a famine if the food is planted late.
Therefore, Qin Tianjian observed the celestial phenomena and selected the first day of March to hold the "Spring Lake" ceremony to pray for spring and send off winter.
The location was chosen at Mingchun Lake, the largest non-frozen area in Beijing.
There was a glint in Yin Shusheng's eyes. She knew clearly that the Zhou family was eyeing her and vowed to kill her, yet she still went out at will.
If Minglan was not a person who took the risk on a whim, she must have had her own purpose in taking the risk.
After the meal, Ming Lanruo only took Jing He and Xiao Xi into the carriage, and Chen Ning whipped up his whip and drove away from Prince Mou's Mansion.
Not long after, they arrived at Mingchun Lake, which was crowded with people.
It's not snowing today. On the high colorful altar by the Mingchun Lake, the Qintian Prison's spring prayer ceremony has come to an end.
