Song Ruiyang stood alone by the waterside pavilion, staring at the withered lotus leaves for a while, until it got dark and the palace servants began to light lamps in the passages, then he stood up and prepared to go back.
Before leaving, he reached out and stroked the few remaining lotus leaves that were not completely withered. The delicate touch on his hand made Song Ruiyang suddenly remember Liu Yun!
At that time, on the Cao Gang's boat, I was holding hands with Liu Yun to dry his clothes. I was concentrating on observing the Cao Gang and gathering information. Who would have thought that at this moment I could clearly recall the feeling of my hand.
A man... his hands were so slender and soft. He was not a woman, so his hands were not delicate and boneless. The feeling was softer than that of an ordinary man but stronger than that of a woman.
Song Ruiyang walked alone in front, and stretched out his hand involuntarily, tracing the position of the hand in his palm in his mind.
"Your Highness, is there anything you need?" Xiao Luzi was two or three steps behind Song Ruiyang, and when he saw the prince extending his hand, he asked.
Song Ruiyang was suddenly interrupted by an external voice and woke up. He was immediately shocked by his own absurdity. He was actually thinking about a man's hand...
As soon as Song Ruiyang returned to the palace, he found the queen sitting in the main hall waiting for him.
"My son, you have made great progress recently. Your father also praised you for your steadiness and hard work, which made him very happy."
"If you have something to say, just say it directly. This is not the imperial palace. Do you have to be as tactful with your son as you are with the concubines?"
The queen chuckled and said, "It's nothing special. I just wanted to ask when the prince plans to get married, so that there will be a new member in the palace. It would be nice to have a little princess first."
Song Ruiyang has never cared about marriage. Marriage among royal families is nothing more than a balance of interests and power. Who expects a deep love between husband and wife
"Don't be in a hurry. Let's take a look at the Zhou family. I don't want to expand my family's in-laws. Lord Zhou is a good person, but I can't be completely assured of Zhou Zhiyuan."
"You are already twenty years old. In ordinary people's families, you are probably old enough to help with cooking. You are really worrying your mother. In this place, the adults are not under the control of the mother, and the heavenly family is no exception. Even if you don't get married now, you can pay more attention to your fiancée."
Song Ruiyang was speechless. Zhou Lanqing? What's there to care about? When he fell into the water and returned to the city that day, he wanted to go to Zhou's house to find a car to go back to the palace, but he turned around and left when he reached the door. He would rather lower his status and go to the car dealership to hire a car than be pestered by Zhou Lanqing.
After seeing off the queen, Song Ruiyang was in a bad mood. He had no mood to read and went to bed early.
The gradually filling moon peeked out from behind the treetops and quietly seeped into people's dreams.
"Hey, you idiot!"
Song Ruiyang was delighted, and looked up at the woman he hadn't seen for a long time sitting on the tree, "Why am I stupid? Where have you been for so long?"
"An unmarried woman hangs out with a bunch of ruffians all day long. Such a lowly creature actually wants to get close to my son and even wants to hook up with the crown prince. Brother Yan, you have to help Lan Qing!"
The moon was rising in the sky, shining brightly. Two figures were sitting intimately on a big rock beside the stream. The woman who still had charm was Mrs. Tian from the Zhou family, but the man was not her husband.
The man patiently explained, "Sister Wan, don't worry too much. Zhiyuan and I will help to block it. Even if she has the opportunity to meet the prince, with her humble status and the prince's current impression of her, it will have no impact on Lan Qing."
Although the woman was already middle-aged, she was well-maintained and still had a graceful and coquettish figure. Hearing this, she leaned into the man's arms and said coquettishly, "Lan Qing is your daughter, Brother Yan. As her father, you have to make more plans for her."
Gongsun Yan could hardly control herself with the sweet and soft beauty in her arms, and the two of them returned to the rented farmhouse, where they spent their days and nights together.
(End of this chapter)