On the ninth day of the lunar month, there was a lag.
What he said was ambiguous, making it difficult for her to accept it.
If she accused him, he would probably say that she was being sentimental.
Chujiu simply pursed her lips and refused to argue with him.
"You have told me all the secrets of your net worth, including this one, please tell me quickly." Lu Tingchen urged.
Chujiu discovered that there was really nothing she could do against the Lu brothers and sisters.
"Twelve months." She said angrily, just wanting to send him away.
However, after hearing this, Lu Tingchen said thoughtfully: "You were born on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and your name is Ruoxue. It must have snowed on the day you were born. So your family named you Ruoxue. This is really What a great name!”
Chujiu was stunned, but did not deny what he said.
She walked forward in silence, and suddenly heard him say: "Ruoxue Ruoxue, it sounds crystal white, but why is your face so dark on Chujiu?"
The ninth day of the lunar month: “…”
She turned back, looked at him, and said mockingly: "Yes, my skin is dark, but it can't compare to Prince Lu's skin, which is fairer than a woman's." After a pause, she said angrily, "Sissy!"
Lu Tingchen looked at her in astonishment, squeezed her shoulders with his fingers, and said dangerously: "How dare you curse?"
Chujiu brushed his hand away, "No, I'm praising you."
Lu Tingchen discovered for the first time that Chujiu had a bad mouth.
He laughed angrily, put his fingers on her tied hair, rubbed it vigorously, then stared at her face and said with unclear meaning: "Well, you are also very beautiful with a bird's nest on your head."
Chujiu really wanted to take off her shoes and slap him in the face.
"Crazy!" She cursed, turned around, and walked back.
Lu Tingchen saw this and did not pursue him.
Instead, he strolled towards his mother's tent.
Ling Lihua was sitting in the tent, drinking tea to calm down.
Seeing Lu Tingchen come in, he looked him up and down strangely.
Lu Tingchen felt numb when she saw him.
Thinking of the scene where she was bumped into in the Chujiu tent just now, she was actually not as calm as she seemed on the surface.
Especially when he met his mother's meaningful eyes, his handsome face was slightly hot.
"Mother." He chose to ignore his mother's appraising gaze and spoke first, breaking the weird atmosphere in the tent.
Ling Lihua took a sip of tea and asked, "How do you feel?"
Lu Tingchen was stunned and looked at her with confusion, "What does it feel like?"
"I have to ask you." Ling Lihua crossed her legs, half-smiling.
Seeing this, Lu Tingchen suppressed the heat on his face, frowned and said, "Mom, you misunderstood, Chujiu and I didn't do anything."
"You really didn't do it?" Ling Lihua didn't believe it.
As for the erotic scene she just saw, she couldn't believe that nothing happened between the two of them.
"Who do you think I am?" Lu Tingchen sat down next to her, a little annoyed, "I won't touch her until she comes in."
Ling Lihua was stunned for a moment, "Are you serious?"
"Chujiu is a good girl." Lu Tingchen frowned.
"I know she is a good girl. But I thought you..." Ling Lihua looked at her son with some suspicion.
Lu Tingchen almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, "I am your son, and you would rather believe others than me."
"Don't get excited, son, I just said it casually." Ling Lihua was a little embarrassed and quickly poured him a cup of tea to calm down his anger.
Lu Tingchen picked it up and drank it in one gulp. After considering it for a while, he said calmly: "Mom, I will write the book for my grandmother as soon as possible and ask my grandmother to help prepare it. I want to take the time to go back to the Imperial Capital in a few days."
Ling Lihua knew what he was talking about, but she still wanted to make sure, "Why are you going back?"
"Married."
"with who?"
"The ninth day of the lunar month."
(End of chapter)