Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 95

Zhu Huihui lay on the bed, looking at his profile.

His profile was incredibly beautiful, with sharp, defined features, elegant features, clear eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips shaped like a bow—so exquisite that it almost seemed unreal.

She paused for a moment, her eyes opening and closing repeatedly, until finally she couldn't stay in bed any longer. She put her feet down and whispered, "I can't sleep."

Liu Yue gave an "Oh," glanced at her sideways, and didn't even change the curve of her lips, looking completely indifferent.

Is he angry? Zhu Huihui felt a little wronged. She hadn't done anything to him, so why was he angry?

She also put on a stern face, turned her head to the side, and ignored him.

Liu Yue remained silent for a long while before a faint smile appeared on her face: "I'm jealous!"

"Huh?" Zhu Huihui looked into his deep, unsettling eyes. She couldn't quite make out what was inside them, but suddenly felt a pang of panic. She nervously scratched her hair. "What is it?"

"Because when something happens, the first person you think of is Fengxuese."

Huihui chuckled dryly, "That's because I'm more familiar with the hero!" This person is really petty. She only said one wrong thing, she didn't really look down on him, yet he keeps making a fuss about it.

Liu Yue gazed at her silently for a while, his gaze unfathomable, then suddenly smiled: "That makes sense! But—" He paused, "one day, you'll find that I know you better than Brother Xue Se..."

"Miss Zhu, please have some tea!" A sharp voice interrupted Zhu Huihui's reverie.

A fair and delicate hand placed a jade cup on the sandalwood table. The cup contained light green tea, and white steam rose gently from it.

"Ah! Thank you, thank you!"

Looking at the fair-skinned, beardless middle-aged man, Zhu Huihui was somewhat flattered. Such a high-ranking person actually personally poured tea for her—it was truly… truly unbearable!

Don't underestimate this chubby, effeminate man; Brother Liu Yue calls him "Chief Steward Qin." He's no ordinary steward of a country bumpkin, but the chief steward of a prince—a very high-ranking official!

However, although his official rank was not low, he still had to listen to Brother Liu Yue—there was nothing he could do, since Brother Liu Yue was a prince! His rank was even higher!

In the past, the largest official she had ever seen was a prefect, and she only saw him when he was in court and she was seen outside the government office.

How many ranks are there between a prefect and a prince? Zhu Huihui tried to calculate it several times, but still couldn't figure it out.

That day, at the hut in the cemetery, just as dawn broke, someone outside reported: "The matter has been settled. Please depart, Your Highness."

At the time, she didn't know what was going on and thought that enemies had come again, which terrified her. Liu Yue comforted her and told her not to be afraid, saying that the people who came were family.

She hid behind him and saw the people he was talking about.

At the time, she thought Liu Yue's guards were opera singers; their costumes were all so colorful that they made her eyes pop out. The plump, effeminate head steward wore a bright red python robe adorned with flowers, while the other dozen or so shrewd and strong men wore gold embroidered robes with long swords at their waists—Liu Yue called those the Golden Flying Fish Robes and Rusty Spring Blades.

Then she learned that Liu Yue was actually a prince.

Tsk tsk! The prince's entourage is truly grand...

When Steward Qin noticed that the silly girl was lost in thought again, he coughed and said expressionlessly, "Miss Zhu, you don't need to be so polite with this old servant!"

"Oh! Okay, okay! You're welcome! You're welcome!" Zhu Huihui always felt that this Steward Qin was strange, so she felt uneasy when facing him. Well, he's a eunuch, so it's understandable that he's a bit odd...

Steward Qin noticed that the silly girl's gaze had suddenly become strange. He gave her a sinister glare and quietly retreated to the side.

Zhu Huihui was startled and immediately turned her head away, pretending nothing had happened. She stood up, put her hands behind her back, and strode over to Liu Yue's side. She then pretended to lean on the railing and looked out with him.

A light drizzle falls on the river and sky at dusk, the lake is shrouded in mist and haze, and dragon boats cut through the waves, as if in a painting.

In this scene, Liu Yue lightly tapped her fingers on the railing and softly recited, "The evening rain is like the vast ocean..."

Zhu Huihui casually replied, "Azure blood washes the silver spear!" She didn't know where she heard this phrase, but she remembered it immediately.

Liu Yue was somewhat surprised. Although he hadn't known Zhu Huihui for long, he knew that the girl wasn't very well-educated, but the way she casually replied just now, regardless of whether it was a neat or not, her reaction speed was unexpectedly fast!

"Mooring the boat at the misty islet—"

"Blood washes the silver spear!"

Liu Yue was stunned for a long while before saying again, "Red beans grow in the south—"

Zhu Huihui tilted her head and quickly continued, "Azure blood washes the silver spear!"

Liu Yue raised her sleeve to her forehead and calmly wiped it: "I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon—"

Zhu Huihui put his hands behind his back, straightened his chest and raised his head: "Blood washes the silver spear!"

Liu Yue was on the verge of collapse: "The ancient palace stands desolate, its flowers blooming lonely red, and white-haired palace maids stand there—"

Zhu Huihui blinked her big eyes and replied with the same five words: "Blood washes the silver spear!"

"..."

Liu Yue was completely dumbfounded by her! What on earth is this?! It turns out this guy only knows this one sentence, but it's quite versatile and can be used to match anything.

"Ahem, Huihui, have some tea! Have some tea!" Liu Yue glared at Steward Qin, who was trying so hard not to laugh that his face turned purple. "Bring Miss Zhu a cup of honey tea!"

"Yes!" Steward Qin, his face stiff, quickly went out. As soon as the cabin door closed, a "crunching" sound could be heard.

Zhu Huihui glanced in the direction of the door and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with him?"

"He..." Liu Yue covered her mouth with her sleeve, suppressing a laugh, and said in a serious tone, "He... cough, his stomach hasn't been feeling well lately!"

Zhu Huihui frowned: "Is your stomach upset? Just take some herbs to clear heat and reduce internal fire, and then squat in the outhouse more often."

Liu Yue couldn't help but chuckle softly a few times.

Zhu Huihui looked at him innocently: "Did I say something wrong?"