Zhu Heyu picked up the teacup in Zhu Ran's hand, drank all the water in it, and then said: "If you have a choice, I would like to turn into the water of this mountain stream, do you believe it?" ”

"The stream has peach blossoms as friends, and the mountains and forests are accompanied by each other, how can you not believe it."

Zhu Heyu stroked Zhuran's hair, and unconsciously pulled out the hairpin that fixed her bun, and the long black hair poured like water, and suddenly there was a little less restraint. Zhu Ran closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder.

The bleak valley, the bubbling water, the pavilion hidden in the dusk, the hem of the clothes fluttering in the wind, and the gentleness brought by the people around you. Zhu Ran had thought about this ink-like picture in his heart, and he had thought about it a long time ago. How she wished that time could stand still, even if the person around her was not the one in her heart, she was content.

Zhu Heyu looked at Zhu Ran's quiet appearance, he suddenly wanted to kiss her, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that she would abruptly dodge again, and he was afraid that he couldn't help but be angry. Finally, he said, "It's getting late, it's time to go back!" ”

Zhu Ran closed his eyes and whispered, "Stay a little longer...... All right? When I went back, it was back to the way it was. What she said was that he had changed back into the prince, and she had also changed back into the side princess who had no ego.

"When I have the opportunity, I will take you to see the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and the customs of Fujian and Zhejiang."

Zhu Ran didn't respond, and Zhu Heyu's hot and humid air flow went down her ears to her heart, feeling itchy. He does deal with women, a promise that is not deep or shallow, Zhu Ran clearly knows that it is impossible to achieve, but in his heart, he still has a gentle impulse. She suddenly understood Xi Ziyu, to a man like Zhu Heyu, no matter how many times he hurt a woman, as long as he was a little gentle, the woman would be desperate and willing to surrender to him.

Zhu Ran couldn't help but ask herself, is she among them? Not now, but what about later? But I laughed again when I thought about it.

When I returned home, it was already dark, and the crimson lacquered door opened, making a clattering sound, and I was upset. The two stone lions by the door stood majestically and depressed.

Zhu Ran got out of the carriage with Zhu Heyu, thinking that it would be as usual, he asked her to go back to the courtyard first, and then he strode away by himself, but today he didn't. He didn't let go of his hand and led her inside. His mansion is huge, and even after living here for more than two years, there are still many places she hasn't been to, just like now, she doesn't know where to go.

"Your Highness!" The woman in the dark green dress greeted Zhu Heyu like Zhu Heyu, and her cold voice was slightly excited, Zhu Ran felt familiar, and couldn't help but look up, it was the jade flute. She wore women's clothes and did not wear a sword. A little less aggressive, a little more feminine, even if it's not too gentle.

Zhu Ran followed Zhu Heyu into the inner room, and there was a hanging painting more than a foot high in front of the door, on which the words "Bright and Honest" danced like a dragon, showing a magnificent momentum. In front of the painting are four Nanmu chairs facing east and west, and in the middle are the Eight Immortals table. The interior of the house was not as lavish as expected, except for a strong crossbow and a few pieces of porcelain. Further inside is the inner room, although it is blocked by a landscape screen, but you can still vaguely see the bed that connects the north and south, surrounded by glass-colored gauze curtains, harmonizing the cold tones in the room.

The maidservants walked in and out in twos and threes, serving tea and water, all in aqua blue skirts and white embroidered shoes. Zhu Heyu sat on a chair, served by a maid to clean his hands, casual and slightly lazy.

Zhu Ran listened to the sound of the water, and the pestle was next to Zhu Heyu, neither sitting nor standing, feeling like a piece of wood. After serving Zhu Heyu, the little maid walked towards Zhuran with a basin of water.

Zhu Ran also cleaned his hands. The water temperature is comfortable, as if herbs have been added, and it smells faintly fragrant.

Seeing that Zhuran was curious, the little maid just smiled and wanted to say something, but then she changed her face, lowered her head, and was silent. Zhu Ran was strange, and when she looked at her, she saw the hazy face of the jade flute. No wonder the little maid lowered her head.

The jade flute walked into the room, and I don't know what to say in Zhu Heyu's ear. Zhu Ran saw Zhu Heyu nodding, he couldn't see the emotion on his face, the jade flute immediately withdrew, and when he went out, he glanced at Zhu Ran by the way, his eyes were like torches, and Zhu Ran was very uncomfortable.

"Come here!"

When the jade flute retreated, Zhu Heyu beckoned to Zhuran and motioned for her to come over. The familiar tone seems to be restrictive, but it is obviously intellectual. Zhu Ran was the most annoyed and afraid to listen to this tone, every time he spoke to her in this tone, nothing good happened, and he walked over hard.

Zhu Heyu pointed to his leg and motioned for Zhu Ran to sit up, but Zhu Ran was reluctant and sat down stiffly.

Zhu Heyu didn't speak, wrapped her fingers around the long hair next to her cheek, and wrapped it around her. Because it was so close, the hot and humid breath hit Zhuran's face. Zhu Ran held his breath, counted in his heart, comforted himself, and tried not to make himself look so cowardly.

Seeing Zhu Ran's embarrassed appearance, Zhu Heyu laughed debaucherily, and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, this king is not interested yet." ”

Takeran was relieved, feeling her breathing well, and she sat down on the chair next to Zhu Heyu.

"Tossed for half an hour, are you hungry?"

Zhu Ran nodded, as soon as Zhu Heyu said this, she really felt hungry, and her stomach was hungry.

"Let's pass the meal!"

As soon as the words fell, the maids walked in with the plates in order, neat and uncluttered. A series of delicate dishes packed with cyan porcelain plates were placed steadily on the table of the Eight Immortals. Four happy meatballs, three-color fried shrimp, home-style three fresh soups, grandma's dishes... There is also her own original colored longan. There are more than six or seven dishes, large and small, and all of them are Zhuran's favorite food.

"Is it to taste?" Zhu Heyu leaned his arms on the table, his eyes looking at Zhu Ran.

Zhu Ran nodded and grabbed the one closest to him.

The maid who was standing on a plate was respectfully planning to serve a meal for Zhu Heyu.

Zhu Ran stopped the maid and picked up the porcelain bowl to serve the rice. This can be regarded as taking the initiative to show him good! The concubine served dinner for her husband, which was originally very common, but it was rare for it to happen between her and him. Zhu Ran also thought about treating Zhu Heyu with a normal mentality and respecting each other, but it was really difficult to do it in front of him.

He has been in the military for a long time, and he is not as gentle as ordinary kings and grandchildren.

"Lord Wang..." Zhu Ran somehow suddenly wanted to beg him to let him go back to Zhufu, maybe the two got along too well today. At least he wasn't angry, Zhu Ran felt that he had to make inches, but he really couldn't hold it, she missed her mother, it was almost three years, especially when she heard Yu Yu's tune today, such a familiar melody.

"Huh?" Zhu Heyu looked at her.

"Concubines... I want to go back to Zhufu. Zhu Ran said his request and waited for Zhu Heyu to reply.

Zhu Heyu finished eating the rice in the bowl before he said leisurely: "Homesick? ”

Zhu Ran nodded, waiting for his next words.

"Hmm... I've been in Fuzhong for a few years, and it's time to go home and have a look, but..."

"But what?" Zhu Ran asked in a hurry.