readytorunbook Chapter 314: Just a Taste
Chapter 314: Just a Taste
The peach blossom wine is finished.
A river breeze swept by.
Ying Hua stood up: "Let's go."
"Sir, wait for me."
Ying Ming quickly followed.
There are guest houses in Fengyang City where clans temporarily reside.
Ying Ming opened the courtyard gate, but instead of the servants waiting for him, he saw Bai Sang'er standing under the spring tree.
The spring trees were lush and leafy, the moonlight slanted, and the dappled shadows fell on her. Yingming was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red instantly.
However, Bai Sang'er didn't look at him.
"Lord Yinghua." She stepped forward and bowed, "Our clan leader has been waiting inside for a long time."
So fast?
They had returned from the riverbank in less than half an hour.
Yinghua looked into the room.
The candlelight flickered, casting a blurry shadow.
"understood."
He stepped inside, and Bai Sang'er and Ying Ming exchanged a glance before tactfully retreating outside the courtyard.
"Sister Sang'er, why are you coming over with the clan leader so late?"
The young boy straightened his back, trying to appear more composed.
However, as the two stood leaning against the wall, so close that he could even smell her faint fragrance.
Strands of hair clung to the tip of his nose, making his ears turn red.
"The clan leader is concerned about farming, which is why he hastily disturbed us. I don't know if Lord Yinghua will blame him."
"No, no, of course not." The boy quickly waved his hand: "Sister Sang'er, don't worry, the adults are too happy to wait."
Otherwise, they wouldn't have stayed in Fengyang for so long.
Bai Sang'er didn't understand what he meant.
"What do you mean by that? Why is Lord Yinghua so happy?"
Bai Sang'er was unaware of their private relationship; it was kept completely secret. Only Ying Ming, who served her closely, knew about it.
However, Ying Ming still didn't intend to say these things now.
"The elders also care about farming. The clan chief is so dedicated, so the elders are naturally happy."
"So that's how it is." Bai Sang'er understood.
She took a milk cake from her bosom and handed it to him.
"Are you hungry? Would you like to try some?"
Ying Ming wanted to say no, since he didn't like sweets like the adults in his family.
However, when she handed it to him personally, he didn't know why he couldn't refuse. By the time he realized it, the milk cake was already in his hand.
His ears turned even redder.
The Dijiang clan had strict rules and regulations, and its members were disciplined, leading to frequent internal strife.
He has put in so much effort to get to this position.
No one ever cared about him or asked him if he was hungry...
He took a bite of the milk cake.
The sweet, creamy milk melts between your lips and teeth, a sweetness that warms your heart.
Bai Sang'er breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he did not refuse.
The Dijiang clan and the Mu clan cooperated in farming.
Previously, she hadn't taken it to heart, thinking that these were matters that those of them below couldn't get a say in.
After this incident.
She still decided to maintain a good relationship with the Dijiang clan.
Ying Ming was engrossed in the milk cake, completely unaware of Bai Sang'er's true thoughts.
He thought to himself, rather foolishly.
Sister Sang'er gave me some snacks.
Does Sister Sang'er like me?
What exactly does Sister Sang'er mean?
He was incredibly conflicted, his heart pounding, unsure whether to take the initiative to get closer to her.
He even started to regret it a little.
I should have known better than to speak ill of the clan leader.
It would be wonderful if the clan leader and Lord Yinghua could reconcile.
......
Here.
Ying Hua stepped into the room, and Mu Yunyun woke up groggily from the soft couch.
"Tired?" A magnetic voice rang out, the last syllable rising in pitch, sounding both helpless and indulgent.
Mu Yunyun rubbed her eyes.
She was really tired.
After several days of travel and exhaustion, I had just fallen asleep when I heard the news of him. I rushed over as fast as I could, my eyelids drooping.
"Why are you only getting back now? Have you been drinking?"
Mu Yunyun looked at the moonlight outside the window and smelled the alcohol on him.
Ying Hua sat down, behaving politely, and did not approach her.
"When I heard you were coming to Fengyang, I was afraid something had happened, so I rushed back. What's wrong?"
The tone suggested that he was completely unaware of the situation.
He even thoughtfully handed her a cup of tea, and the concern in his eyes seemed genuine, as if he were truly worried.
Mu Yunyun, without suspecting anything, took the tea and spoke honestly.
"Don't even mention it. Without you here, those clans have changed their methods of tormenting people. It's giving me a terrible headache."
Ying Hua wanted to laugh inwardly, but on the surface she frowned.
"How could that be? I've already spoken to them, so they shouldn't make things difficult for you."
It makes me angry just thinking about it.
Mu Yunyun moved closer and sat down next to him.
"You have no idea how awful they are. Small farmland is unacceptable, and distant farmland is also unacceptable."
"It's not good to be with enemies, and it's not good to be with relatives by marriage either."
"Anyway, all sorts of troubles, big and small, have really worn me out."
Ying Hua gently tucked her messy hair behind her ears; this was the only intimate gesture he, in his capacity, could make.
Mu Yunyun felt a little itchy and instinctively took his hand.
"I was so annoyed by them, and I couldn't find you, so I came here in person. You have to help me."
Ying Hua lowered her eyes and saw the two hands clasped together.
Mu Yunyun's hands were small and soft, tiny, with delicate bones holding his large palm, and they were a little cool.
Ying Hua grasped her hand in return.
"Of course, I have no reason not to agree to your request."
"only......"
"Just what?" Mu Yunyun asked anxiously, unconsciously tightening her grip on his hand.
"However, I still have some trivial matters to attend to in Fenglin, which may take a few days."
How many days will it take?
Mu Yunyun calculated that the matter of farming and sowing was urgent.
Every additional day brings more uncertainty.
She couldn't wait any longer, so she came over in person.
There's really no way...
"this......"
Mu Yunyun understood and didn't want to make things difficult for him.
His high position was due to many unavoidable circumstances.
"If the clan leader can wait, I will return as soon as I finish dealing with these trivial matters here."
He stood up, indicating that he wanted to see the guest out.
Given their identities, they need to avoid any appearance of impropriety.
Mu Yunyun stood up, but swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
"In that case, I won't bother you any longer. It's late, you should get some rest."
"Okay." Ying Hua nodded, without trying to stop him.
Mu Yunyun walked to the door and stepped out.
A night breeze was blowing.
The hair that he had just tucked behind her ear was blown down and gently touched her cheek.
Mu Yunyun abruptly stopped in her tracks.
The foot that had stepped out was suddenly pulled back.
"What's wrong?" Yinghua's voice sounded from behind my ear.
Mu Yunyun closed the door.
She turned around, met his polite and distant eyes, grabbed his collar, and kissed him.
The kiss came unexpectedly.
Ying Hua grew up in a clan, where etiquette, rules, and manners were essential.
Even if he had his own plans, he never intended to overstep his bounds.
A fleeting kiss.
Ying Hua felt as if the taut string in her heart had snapped.
Mu Yunyun met his eyes.
A single glance can be both a demand and a possession.
Ying Hua's eyes deepened. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her.