There were a lot of people on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, and there were all kinds of people sitting on the flower boat selected early. There are too many women. Jiang Ziyu heard that every year the flower boats are mostly women by default, and there are very few men on board. Those so-called young men like to sit alone in the small boat, reciting poems and fighting against each other.
As for whom to chant poems against, no one knows.
It was true that there were more women on board, and the rest of the men, apart from the troupe, were servants, and Jiang Ziyu was a bit out of place in this. The female relatives were all inside the boat, and after sending their sister in, they stopped outside, dragged someone casually, and asked where the head of the Liyuan class, Hua Dan, was.
The man's face was not made up yet, it was not a pretty face, it could only be called delicate. But under the light of the lamp, those eyes seemed to be dyed with a touch of fire, leaving traces on his heart. Jiang Ziyu didn't know why this feeling lingered in his heart so much, but he just felt happy when he saw this person.
Covering the wound on his mouth at a loss, Jiang Ziyu asked in a daze, "I don't know your name yet, can you tell me?"
After he stole the fan last time, he was discovered before he could put it back when he went back. He was immediately beaten by his furious father. Although his mother also helped him get it back, the wound on the corner of his mouth has not healed yet. completely.
Seeing that man opened his mouth as if he was about to refuse, Jiang Ziyu panicked, and immediately rushed to speak: "I'm different from those people, I really want to be friends with you."
Perhaps because of his stunned look, the other party suddenly laughed, and he couldn't see the fire or his expression clearly: "Why is the son chasing Xiaomin so hard, me and the son It's just a one-sided relationship, and there may not be much intersection in the future."
"I don't know, but when I look at you, I can't look at other people. I always feel that you are familiar." Afraid that the person in front of him would not believe him, the young man stretched out his finger and made a swearing appearance: "I, I said It’s all the truth, I can swear in the name of the son, I really want to get close to you, I think you are very beautiful, there is no one in this world who is more beautiful than you.”
"The elder son praised me absurdly. You still know what Xiaomin looks like. If you talk about the appearance of the elder son, it is even better."
"But you are different, you are really different!" Jiang Ziyu was in a hurry, almost grabbing the other party: "I just think you are good-looking, and there is nothing more beautiful than this in the world."
"Since I saw you that time, I have been thinking about you, even in my dreams, I can dream of your demeanor on stage. Although it is only a quick side, I still remember it to this day. I am here today just to see you , I just got on this flower boat."
The other party approached, as if he was the only one left in his eyes, and the surrounding lights made him glow red, making Jiang Ziyu think that he was the light in the other party's eyes. He only heard the other party chuckle and say: "Is the Master saying that to those girls? The Master would misunderstand Xiaomin when he said that."
"Mu Yingsheng."
"ah?"
"This is Xiaomin's name."
Before Jiang Ziyu could react, the other party turned and left, leaving him alone in a daze. When he reacted, the foolish person inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small boat on the river, and the man on it was standing and looking at him, and Jiang Ziyu's eyes met when he glanced over.
The man looked at Daogu Xianfeng, and it seemed that he was about to ride the wind and return to become a fairy.
He was a very young and handsome man, but in Jiang Ziyu's memory, he had never seen such a man, nor did he know him. It felt a little strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and put it behind him in the blink of an eye.
After that, Jiang Ziyu went to the Liyuan troupe to listen to operas every day. After a long time, everyone knew that the eldest son of the Jiang family had taken a fancy to the head of the Liyuan troupe, Huadan, and would come to protect him every day. There is another one who doesn't know who it is, who has a room dedicated to himself, and no one has seen the appearance of that adult.
Jiang Ziyu didn't mind either, he thought which prince it might be, so he didn't want to say it.
At the beginning, Mu Yingsheng didn't pay much attention to Jiang Ziyu, but slowly, Jiang Ziyu always came into the room, and sat by the side to support his face and watch him put on makeup. After a long time, Mu Yingsheng would occasionally reply him with a sentence or two.
Every time the other party only had to reply, Jiang Ziyu would smile stupidly by himself, without the appearance of a prince at all.
If it's okay once or twice, after a long time, rumors spread to Jiang's mansion. Hearing the rumors, Mr. Jiang was so angry that he locked him at home and didn't allow Jiang Ziyu to go out, especially when he entered the Liyuan class.
How could Jiang Ziyu be willing? After not seeing the other party for a while, he kept thinking about it, worrying about whether the other party was doing well, and whether he would worry about himself as much as he did. He also felt like he was possessed by a demon, but he just couldn't help thinking about Mu Yingsheng.
How should I put it, that kind of person feels like the person I have been thinking about in my previous life, but I finally met in this life.
He climbed onto the beam with a rope, skillfully lifted a loose tile, removed a small opening that could get out, and then sneaked out of Jiang's house. He didn't know why he did this, but he suddenly wanted to meet Mu Yingsheng, wanted to tell him... wanted to tell him... Jiang Ziyu himself didn't know what he wanted to tell him.
When standing in front of Mu Yingsheng panting, Jiang Ziyu saw the surprise in the other person's eyes, but he did not feel the joy after seeing him. He suddenly felt lost and didn't know what to say: "I haven't been here for a long time. I just happened to pass by when I saw you, and wanted to see how you were doing."
It was already late at this time, and the person in front of him only had his shirt on, and he looked like he was about to go to bed. In contrast, he was in a panic, with a dark patch on his face, and there was still dense sweat on his forehead.
"If Shi Ziye has nothing else to do, he should go back earlier."
Seeing that the person in front of him wanted to close the door, Jiang Ziyu blocked the other person's movement to close the door with his hands. He looked at the person in front of him, but he didn't know whether it was because of unwillingness or other thoughts. His impulse seemed to wipe out all the doubts and secret emotions in his heart. Shouted out: "Mu Yingsheng, I am happy with you."
"At first, I didn't know what kind of feeling caused me to become like this, but now that I see you, I realize that I really like you."
"What about you? Do you like me?"
Waiting anxiously for the other party's response, he saw that the other party's usually soft brows turned sharp, with an indelible coldness and sarcasm in his eyes, Jiang Ziyu saw Mu Yingsheng sneer at him, and the alienation in his tone hurt His heart: "Does the son of the world treat Xiaomin as something?"
"How much is your favorite worth?"