"This king doesn't like roses, only wisteria." Zhu Changxun's dark eyes skimmed over her eyes with some expectation, although he knew that her intention was to prevent him from going to her, he didn't mind, and stated in a calm tone.

Jiang Shu frowned when he heard this, but he couldn't help frowning: What kind of lame reason is this!

After a pause, she said, "Lord Wang, now that the flowering period of wisteria and rose has passed, they all look like green leaves, there is no difference." ”

"Why is there no difference," Zhu Changxun stared at her, and a light smile appeared on his lips, "This one is called Wisteria and the other is called Rose, isn't that the difference?" ”

"Yes...... What's wrong with people's roses? Jiang Shu was speechless for a moment, "The ancients also had a poem - 'The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.'" The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses are full of incense'. Think about it, how beautiful it is! ”

"This poem, it seems that the old lady who said a few days ago sent you a bunch of books for you to study, but it is not fake." Zhu Changxun couldn't help but smile.

"Of course it's not." She had never looked through the books, but the old lady had sent them with the intention of letting her study, and they were still in her room.

"It seems that the old lady still values you very much," Zhu Changxun sighed softly, restrained his expression, and returned to the previous question, "This king didn't say that the picture is not beautiful, if you say that the only place where the rose is not as good as the wisteria is because it does not grow in your yard." ”

"In that case, then let's go to me," Jiang Shu heard him say this, knowing that he had made up his mind to go to his residence, and it would be futile to say anything, so he raised his hand towards him hypocritically, "Lord Wang, please." ”

Zhu Changxun was not polite to her, nodded with a light smile, shook the folding fan in his hand, and walked forward slowly.

Jiang Shu hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly followed.

The two of them had just walked to the fork in the road not far away and turned a corner, and walked on the road to Qingran Pavilion, when a delicate female voice suddenly came from behind: "Brother Chang Xun——! ”

Jiang Shu and Zhu Changxun turned their heads at the same time, but saw that a few feet behind him, on the winding path that was diagonally connected with the road they were taking, Hou Tingke, who was wearing a goose-yellow silk gauze shirt and a water-red pleated Luo skirt, was hurriedly chasing after him.

Beside her, there was also a very delicate woman in a red shirt and pink skirt, who was Su Yuan, the niece of the current queen who had suffered twice on the painting boat in Shichahai and Houhai and at the lotus banquet of the eldest princess of Shouyang.

These two people are people who admire Zhu Changxun, Jiang Shu knew that they would not forget to make things difficult for themselves when they came together, his eyes flashed, and when the two of them came closer, he preemptively reminded "kindly": "Miss Hou, oh, no, I should call you the county lord of Huaiqing now." Lord Huaiqing, slow down, watch your body, this is going to be a big wedding in a few days, if you accidentally bump into it and hurt the child, the eldest princess Ruian thinks that you don't know the severity, and you can't be a good wife in the future, and you don't want to be a daughter-in-law, then it will be troublesome. ”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over her lower abdomen, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You...... Don't talk nonsense! Hou Tingke hurriedly took two steps back and raised his hand to protect his stomach, looking like he was afraid that she would hurt herself.

Jiang Shu couldn't help but be a little amused when he saw her act like an old hen protecting her chickens, her eyes narrowed, and she continued: "I know you like our prince, but you are now a person who is going to get married, and pestering him again, or targeting me, will only make people think that you are not ashamed, and this will never do you any good." ”

"You ......" When had Hou Tingke been so humiliated and ridiculed, he was suddenly angry and was about to have a seizure, but he soon thought that although her words were not good, they were also so reasonable, and he couldn't refute them for a while.

Jiang Shu glanced at Su Yuan, who was waiting to see a good show with the corners of her mouth slightly curled beside her, her eyes moved slightly, and she continued: "The prince of my family is personable and gentle, there are not a few people who admire him, and there are naturally not a few who regard me as a thorn in the side. ”