The third prince muttered something dissatisfied. Yin Shuyi smiled softly and patted the back of his neck gently, as tenderly and compassionately as a Buddha mother.
The third prince really fell asleep now.
When he woke up again, it was almost dusk. He slept really comfortably and rolled in the quilt. Then he rubbed his eyes and sat up. When he turned his head, he saw Yin Shuyi sitting in front of the round table doing the work of a female hostess. .
"Are you awake?" Yin Shuyi listened to the noise, put down the needlework in her hand, and said to him with a smile, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to call you. You've slept so well, and it's almost dark."
"Sister Yin, I'm hungry," the third prince said a little embarrassedly, lifting up the quilt and sitting up from the soft couch, "I can eat a cow now."
"I don't have a cow here for you to eat," Yin Shuyi smiled lightly, stood up and walked out through the curtain, saying, "There is a chicken."
The third prince put on his shoes, walked to the round table and sat down. He looked at the embroidery piece that Yin Shuyi had just put down. There was a pattern of snow lotus on it. It was half embroidered now. It glowed with a silvery white soft light and was very beautiful. The third prince The prince stretched out his hand and gently touched half of the snow lotus, and involuntarily touched his lips.
"Does it look good?" When Yin Shuyi came in with the tray, she saw the third prince smiling at the embroidery piece. She also smiled, "I originally thought of giving it to you next month, but you saw it first. ”
"Sister Yin, you embroidered this for me?" The third prince was surprised and delighted. "Sister Yin, you...how did you remember to embroider this for me?"
"Isn't it your coming-of-age ceremony next month?" Yin Shuyi said, while placing the tray of chicken noodle soup and stewed chicken on the table, she took the chopsticks and gave them to the third prince, "I have always known your birthday, but I used to also I have nothing to give you. I finally have a lot of money this year, so I thought of giving you something. But I don’t know what you like, so I gave it what I am good at. I wonder if the third prince likes embroidered sachets like this. ?”
"You... I like everything you gave me, I like them all!" The third prince chuckled and took the chopsticks, then ate the chicken noodles with a sigh of relief, while glancing at the embroidery piece again, "What's wrong with Sister Yin?" You know I like snowdrops?”
"The clothes and quilts you gave me when you were a child were all decorated with snowdrop patterns," Yin Shuyi said with a smile, "I asked you at that time if you particularly liked snowdrops, and you kept saying yes, but why don't you remember it now? "
"I remember," the third prince took a mouthful of noodles, and after a while he slowly raised his head and met Yin Shuyi's eyes, "I thought you didn't remember."
Yin Shuyi curled her lips slightly: "I don't have any good memories in Tubo, so if there are good ones, I will definitely remember them."
"Then in Sister Yin's heart, I am considered... okay?" The third prince clutched his chopsticks tightly, his joints turning green and white. Only he knew how determined he was to be able to say such a thing.
"Of course it's good," Yin Shuyi took the needle and thread and continued to embroider stitch by stitch, while smiling, "Besides you, there is nothing better."
Yin Shuyi said this lightly, and her expression was also light, but in the heart of the third prince, this was like a summer breeze and a warm winter sun. He was a little excited and a little sad. He wanted to say something else, but what exactly? Without saying anything, he just buried his head and quickly picked out the noodles inside.