Chapter 57

Listening to sun's more and more words, Zhao's mother-in-law was worried and quickly interrupted his next complaint.

"Ma'am, don't mention it again," Mrs. Zhao looked at her painfully and stressed every word, "it's an accident, and it can only be an accident forever."

Sun looked at him, but he didn't know what he thought of. After a while, he burst into tears.

His fingers trembled slightly, murmured in a low voice, "I understand, but the words are always small, and stupid, I don't know how to advance or retreat, I'm really worried."

"Miss is still young after all, it's good to wait for the new year." although she knows you are worthy of character, it's hard for Mrs. Zhao to say something to attack sun at this time. He sighed a long time and comforted her in a low voice.

Sun waved his hand and did not continue to tangle on this topic.

"You go to offer up these Buddhist scriptures, and let them touch incense," Sun murmured in a low voice, and immediately lowered his head to copy a little bit.

Looking at him so seriously, Mrs. Zhao automatically and spontaneously quieted down and carefully took down the paper with ink fragrance.

Besides, Zhou Ruoyan took the sedan chair in a hurry and went out of Zhou's house. He held the small purse tightly in his fingers and his heart thumped. In a short time, he was sweating.

He licked the dry lips, carefully put the purse away, and wiped his fingers over and over again with a handkerchief.

Listening to the noise outside, Zhou Ruoyan slowly relaxed, but it was only for a while. He felt that the sedan chair suddenly stopped, and his heart that he had just let go was raised again.

"Miss, it's already arrived," the servant girl who followed outside called in a low voice, looking around warily.

"I see," said Zhou Ruoyan, a little hoarse.

She raised her hand to touch her throat and coughed softly. Then she slowly lifted the curtain and let the servant girl help her to get off the sedan chair.

Looking up at the ordinary teahouse in front of him, Zhou Ruoyan raised his lips slightly and walked briskly.

I don't know what medicine Zhou Ruoyan sold in the gourd. The servant girl frowned in doubt, and then she followed up in a hurry.

In the moment, the sudden noise made Zhou Ruoyan sink her face. She stood quietly for a long time, and then slowly adapted to the atmosphere.

Although the servant girl was only a servant, she was also a man who was raised in Zhou's house. He felt uneasy when he felt the eyes cast by the people nearby.

"Miss," cried the servant girl in a trembling voice, "here, how can you come here?"

Thinking that she was about to see Song Ci, Zhou Ruoyan couldn't help being happy. Because of this, she just squinted and looked at him when she heard the words in the maid's mouth.

Although Zhou Ruoyan didn't speak, but the servant girl couldn't help shaking for a moment, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Miss Zhou," just at this time, the shopkeeper's eyes flashed, and quickly came up.

Looking at the face that occasionally appears in front of Song Ci, Zhou Ruoyan rarely hooks his lips, and does not show his unruly and capricious side.

"Is brother song here?" Zhou Ruoyan asked in a low voice, his eyes were a little shy unconsciously.

"The young master is in the box on the second floor now. I'll take you up," the shopkeeper said softly, bending down to lead the way.

Knowing that Song Ci was upstairs at this time, he might even be looking at himself. Zhou Ruoyan only felt that he was going to float.

He straightened up subconsciously and used all the rules he had learned, striving to be impeccable no matter from which angle.

Song Ci, with a folding fan in his hand, kept beating his palm. The yellow belt around his waist revealed his indescribable identity.

"Zhou ruo'an, I must marry him," Song said in a low voice, but his tone was very firm.

The man sitting opposite him frowned and looked at him with disapproval.

"What kind of ecstasy did she give you," he complained, with a disgruntled curl of his mouth. "How could she let you make such a decision?"

Thinking about the high spirited Zhou ruo'an he had seen, Song Ci's expression sank.

People around Song Ci have been used to watching him, and they are extremely sensitive to his emotional perception.

The man's expression changed, some reluctantly arched.

"I trespassed," the man whispered, half bowing his head, showing his respect.

"No harm," Song Ci waved his hand, but the good mood at the beginning was gone.

That person secretly in the heart of a sigh of relief, quietly sitting there, dare not say a word.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became dignified, and Song Ci's face became more and more ugly.

"Button button," a sudden knock on the door suddenly broke the almost frozen atmosphere in the room.The person quietly to the door of the direction of the body, eyes quickly across a trace of gratitude.

"Come in," Song Ci said with a little impatience.

Zhou Ruoyan took a deep breath and walked in slowly.

"His highness, the third prince," Zhou Ruoyan called softly, with a pretty smile on his face and an undisguised affection in his eyes.

Song Ci took a look at him, picked his eyebrows unexpectedly, and asked in a low voice, "how did you come here? Now it's getting late. I'll take you back. "

Then he stood up and went out.

Zhou Ruoyan was stunned for a moment, and he would refuse what he didn't want.

"I'm here for you today," Zhou Ruoyan said, biting his teeth. "I'm happy with you."

Song Ci's eyelids jumped, and he winked at the people beside him.

The man suddenly recovered, pulled the people standing next to him out, and took the door with him.

Soon there were only two people left in the room, and the cool wind from the open window cooled Zhou Ruoyan's burning face.

Song Ci looked at him quietly and did not speak.

Zhou Ruoyan, however, seemed to have exhausted all his courage when he uttered that sentence. Now he is breathing fast and his eyes are full of eagerness, but he can't say anything.

This confrontation continued for a long time, until the hustle and bustle outside gradually dispersed.

Song Ci kept fiddling with the fan in his hand, and the ink of the famous artists appeared and disappeared with a stream of romantic charm.

"You haven't been here today, and you haven't said anything in a mess," Song Ci said word by word, leaving no room for Zhou Ruoyan's fantasy.