Since the last time the assassin committed suicide in prison, the trail of the investigation has been broken, and the matter has been forced to end, although it is also over.

Perhaps because Jiang Huaiyang was a little idle, Ruan Yuyi went to Shenghe Temple this time, and it was rare that she didn't run in vain.

After she freshened up, chose her dress, and had lunch, she took a leisurely carriage over, and when she opened the door, Jiang Huaiyang was already reading ancient books on the stone table outside.

I don't know if she forgot it, or if she deliberately left the door for her, and the gate of the yard was ajar.

Ruan Yuyi took a light step in, thinking that he would not notice him if he was so focused that he would not notice him. She deliberately went around a little further and walked behind him.

However, Jiang Huaiyang, a person who practices martial arts, is extremely sensitive to the breath of others, so from the moment she pushed the door open, she knew that someone had come in. But I knew it was her, and I didn't stop it.

Occasionally, a breeze blows in the courtyard, blowing off the dry leaves that do not fall, and the yellow leaves spin and fall in mid-air, as if dancing. And one of them happened to fall on the pages of his book.

She reached out and picked up the unknown leaf, and played with it in her hand.

Jiang Huaiyang was hanging his head, although he knew that she was standing behind him, he didn't expect that she would suddenly reach out and pick up the leaf. The arm that had broken into his sight was hidden by the wide sleeves of his coat, and his slender shape could be discerned.

The breeze brought the scent of her body, which was obviously some kind of incense, but it was elegant and natural, as if she was born with it.

He was stretched out by the little lady's arm, and he was in a trance, and suddenly felt that this book was boring, and he didn't understand how he could read it.

After Nguyen Yuyi picked up the dead leaves for him, she sat down in front of him.

She noticed that there was also a plate of lychees on the table, and it seemed that she had only now realized that he and the eldest princess were from the same clan, and that they had the most noble blood in the world.

It's not that she hasn't eaten lychees before, on the contrary, because the Ruan family had a big business when she was young, she rejoiced in these berries, and every season, the family did not lack her.

It's just that this out-of-season has never tasted it, and I thought that the lychees picked in autumn would inevitably be astringent, but sure enough, the tribute was not perfunctory.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but look more.

"Just take it and eat it, and wait for me to feed you." Jiang Huaiyang didn't raise his head, and said lightly.

Originally, she didn't mean to eat it, after all, she had already eaten it yesterday, but after he said this, she really took one, and carefully opened the red shell, and the white and tender flesh inside was revealed.

For her, sitting is also sitting anyway, so she can't help but spend time with this lychee. Before you know it, there is already a small pile of shells on the stone table.

Jiang Huaiyang raised his eyes and saw that she was peeling it intently, and the round flesh was contained between the two lip flaps, and when he took the flesh, he found that she only took a small bite. The juice of the lychee was on her lips, and it was extremely red, although it rubbed off the lipstick, it was a little more beautiful than it.

Ruan Yuyi noticed that he was looking at herself, and suddenly realized that she seemed to have eaten a little too much, and then she felt embarrassed. She pondered for a moment, then peeled one back and handed it to him.

"Your Highness, do you want it?" She was just polite. Even if you ignore that he is a prince, just based on his good looks, if you want to use a peeled lychee, how many people are rushing to peel it for him, who cares about her insincerity.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, not wanting him to catch her wrist, he leaned up and bit half of it, and the remaining half was pinched at her fingertips with a black core.

Her hand paused before she knew it was withdrawn. Staring at the half lychee in front of me, I didn't eat it anymore.

Seeing that Shizi was reading his book again, she hesitated for a while before putting the remaining half in her mouth, chewing it twice, and catching the spit core with a handkerchief.

After swallowing the sweet flesh, she only felt that the tips of her ears were a little hot, and she didn't know which one was redder compared to the lychee shell.

Jiang Huaiyang glanced at her, slightly surprised, and his mood couldn't help but become subtle. He thought she would go on to hand him the rest of the half, but she ate it herself.

He never imagined that one day he would share a fruit with a woman, which was more intimate to him than those things.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, he distinguishes himself from others very much, and subconsciously dislikes the objects used by others, whether it is a spoon or a basket of dishes.

However, eating with her is commonplace. Therefore, he was only too deeply affected by the dream to get used to getting along with her like this.

Wen Pheasant on the side saw that she had used so many lychees, and she was afraid that she would catch fire. He had always acted smartly, and now he had gone to the dining room to get herbal tea.

After a while, a light brown tea was placed in front of Ruan Yuyi, and she didn't hesitate too much, picking it up and drinking a small half of it. It should be put on rock sugar, which is not too bitter, but dilutes the residual sweetness in the mouth, and the feeling of dryness in the throat is also eliminated.

"Like lychee very much?" She heard Jiang Huaiyang ask.

She smiled with her eyebrows, and the words she said were also flattering, "There is nothing bad about the things here in the world." ”

She was just asking casually, not wanting to take a step out of the yard when she left, but saw Wen Pheasant catching up, still carrying a small half basket of lychees in his hand.

It's the rest of that dish. The bamboo basket is delicate, and it does not look less when stacked inside.

"Miss Ruan," Wen Pheasant handed the bamboo basket to her side, explaining, "This lychee will be divided into a part of our master every year, but unfortunately the master is not a sweet lover. Now that you like to eat, girl, you don't, so she told me to bring it to you. ”

That's true. This year's tribute was especially fruitful, and it was only placed on the table, so as not to look bad when it was empty. I don't want the master to still move, but this girl uses it more.

Ruan Yuyi was stunned for a moment, then owed a debt and took it, "Then thank you, Your Highness." ”

She really didn't expect that when she came to the world today, she would not only eat a stomach of lychees, but even bring back the unfinished ones. I just hope that this matter will not leave a greedy impression in the heart of the prince.

At this time, she was not too embarrassed to get up, took her leave, turned around and left.

Chengfu East Chamber.

It is said that it is an autumn rain and a cold, but if the rain passes, the fallen leaves on the ground adhere to the ground, which is more difficult to sweep than usual.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was still sunny, and Mu Ling was an idle master, he took a broom and called a maid to clean the fallen leaves on the path.

In order to ensure that there is shade in the summer, the trees on both sides of the path are particularly dense, so that it is also like a blanket, almost paving the path tightly. If you don't clean up, it's hard to avoid falling off when you cross the road.

However, the leaves are not as good as others, and they can rot on their own just by sweeping them into the soil on one side, which is quite easy.

The wood spirit held a broom and piled up the dead leaves inside, and in the process of drawing, the things that were originally abandoned under the fallen leaves by someone were turned over.